[Gale meets Astarion's eyes and gives him a smile - lovesick, adoring, almost worshipful despite how disheveled he is. He just wanted to be sure.]
Hold tight.
[Removing his fingers, he aligns himself and presses into Astarion gently, carefully. With one hand holding onto one of Astarion's thighs, he braces himself against the bed with the other, his peppered locks falling in front of his face as he groans from the pressure.]
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Hold tight.
[Removing his fingers, he aligns himself and presses into Astarion gently, carefully. With one hand holding onto one of Astarion's thighs, he braces himself against the bed with the other, his peppered locks falling in front of his face as he groans from the pressure.]
Gods...