[Those nails on his neck are going to leave marks in the morning, and Gale relishes that thought. Let him be marked with puncture bites and raw, red lines - let everyone see what they mean to one another.
He curls his fingers within Astarion, drawing circles within him as he loosens him. With one more hum to Astarion's cock, he finally releases him from his mouth, gasping for air as he mutters his lover's name under his breath and looks to his eyes. Though he can feel Astarion is with him, he needs to see it for himself - be sure that he's present, truly wanting.]
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He curls his fingers within Astarion, drawing circles within him as he loosens him. With one more hum to Astarion's cock, he finally releases him from his mouth, gasping for air as he mutters his lover's name under his breath and looks to his eyes. Though he can feel Astarion is with him, he needs to see it for himself - be sure that he's present, truly wanting.]