[Oh, tending to Gale's beard was a brilliant idea for moments just like this. The gentle brush of it against the soft skin of Astarion's thighs draws a soft gasp from his lips. He won't soon forget the delicious pleasure of that new sensation. But of course, Gale's mouth isn't about to be outdone. His wizard has talented lips, indeed. Astarion lets his head fall back against the pillows with a soft moan, his nails dragging gently against Gale's scalp.]
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Yes, love. Just like that.