[There's pain as Astarion's fingers twist in Gale's hair, but it's the kind that draws a sharp gasp from the wizard himself, the tug on his locks a sign of just how much his lover is enjoying himself.
His lover. He will never tire of that thought, either.]
And here I thought you were the expert in such delicate affairs.
[And with that last bit of teasing, he wraps his lips around Astarion's erection at last, his tongue dancing along the underside as he pulls in a breath.]
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His lover. He will never tire of that thought, either.]
And here I thought you were the expert in such delicate affairs.
[And with that last bit of teasing, he wraps his lips around Astarion's erection at last, his tongue dancing along the underside as he pulls in a breath.]