[Gale gives Astarion one more look as he slides one pale thigh over his shoulder, then the other, bringing his lips to the skin he finds there. He starts on the left: his kisses are gentle at first, more fervent as he moves inward, all the while keeping his hands massaging the outer muscles of Astarion's legs.
For a man who spends most of his time with books and away from the field of battle, his hands are surprisingly strong, calloused in a way most wizards' fingers might not be.]
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[Gale gives Astarion one more look as he slides one pale thigh over his shoulder, then the other, bringing his lips to the skin he finds there. He starts on the left: his kisses are gentle at first, more fervent as he moves inward, all the while keeping his hands massaging the outer muscles of Astarion's legs.
For a man who spends most of his time with books and away from the field of battle, his hands are surprisingly strong, calloused in a way most wizards' fingers might not be.]