[Gods, has anyone ever lavished this sort of attention on Astarion's cock? Certainly not that he can recall. He finds himself drawing quicker breaths to let short, gasping moans draw from his lips. Hells, Gale hasn't even put the damn thing in his mouth and already he feels like he's coming undone. He twists against the bed, his thighs pressing into the hold of Gale's hands to keep from thrusting straight into his face.]
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Gods, Gale. Don't tease.