[If Astarion had a single thought beyond the overwhelming lust clouding his own thoughts, he certainly would be able to tell how much Gale's enjoying this just from the fervor of how his mouth and fingers work against Astarion's body. But as it is, his focus is utterly consumed by those points of contact. The press of Gale's finger into him sees him whining again, his nails dragging sharp points into the nape of Gale's neck to urge him on.]
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Yes, oh. Fuck, darling. Yes, please. Please.