[Gale's heart feels as though it will beat its way out of his chest as he adjusts, then pushes in a little more. Sweat pours from him, the air filled with the smell of lust, musk mingling with words as he mutters a mixture of profanity and professions of love.
He steadies himself, pulling in another breath, then another as he starts rocking.]
Astarion, you feel... incredible.
[Tight around him, cool versus the burning heat of his skin, but incredible all the same. His fingers curl into the blanket beneath them as he pushes them both toward the edge, his rhythm steadily growing in speed and intensity.]
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He steadies himself, pulling in another breath, then another as he starts rocking.]
Astarion, you feel... incredible.
[Tight around him, cool versus the burning heat of his skin, but incredible all the same. His fingers curl into the blanket beneath them as he pushes them both toward the edge, his rhythm steadily growing in speed and intensity.]