[Finally managing to pry himself from Astarion's torso, Gale moves further, past the contours of his abdomen to his trousers. Having well shucked his own by now, Gale does the same for Astarion's, albeit slowly. He sits on his knees, between Astarion's legs as he works them off his partner's hips, letting his nails drag against his pale skin on the way down.
He'll give Astarion a moment to remove one leg, then the other before he tosses them aside, his hands sliding along Astarion's thighs.]
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He'll give Astarion a moment to remove one leg, then the other before he tosses them aside, his hands sliding along Astarion's thighs.]