[Astarion does love the touch of those hands. Each brush of rough callous over the pale skin of his thighs sends a spark racing straight to his cock. That's not to mention the hot trail left by Gale's lips. Astarion presses his heels against Gale's back to urge him on, his eyes never leaving the sight of Gale between his thighs.
If he could carve this moment into his memory for eternity, he would. If his heart could beat, it would surely be pounding in his chest. He's always been the one to fall to his knees in servicing others, the favor returned so rarely that something as simple as this clouds his mind with desire.]
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If he could carve this moment into his memory for eternity, he would. If his heart could beat, it would surely be pounding in his chest. He's always been the one to fall to his knees in servicing others, the favor returned so rarely that something as simple as this clouds his mind with desire.]
Show me, my love. I want to see it all.