[That moan and the nails dragging against his scalp serve as incredible encouragement, Gale drinking them in - gods, he could listen to Astarion talk to him like that for the rest of time. A quiet, confident laugh escapes him in reply, one that he lets rumble deeply in his throat so Astarion can feel it.
Gale smiles into his kisses as he works his way back up to Astarion's cock, his mouth pressing urgent, hot embraces up the length. He feels the heat of his own face, a searing in his stomach as his kisses last longer, press deeper the closer he gets to the head. To say he's finding plenty of enjoyment himself in treating Astarion would be an understatement, his excitement obvious.]
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Gale smiles into his kisses as he works his way back up to Astarion's cock, his mouth pressing urgent, hot embraces up the length. He feels the heat of his own face, a searing in his stomach as his kisses last longer, press deeper the closer he gets to the head. To say he's finding plenty of enjoyment himself in treating Astarion would be an understatement, his excitement obvious.]