[Gale is one to talk — literally as well as figuratively — and might be doing more were he not already panting between thrusts, groaning and gasping as he feels the heat in him boiling over. He stiffens in Astarion's grasp as ecstasy overtakes him, running down his spine and into his abdomen as he feels his release; his teeth grind together as his hips spasm weakly, chasing that feeling as he rides it out.
He keeps rocking within Astarion as he comes down, sweat dripping from his locks and limbs, clinging to the strands of his chest hair - he lets go of the vampire's thigh, bracing himself on his forearms as he rests. Despite how dizzy he is, he wants to hold onto that feeling of being inside his lover for just another moment.]
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He keeps rocking within Astarion as he comes down, sweat dripping from his locks and limbs, clinging to the strands of his chest hair - he lets go of the vampire's thigh, bracing himself on his forearms as he rests. Despite how dizzy he is, he wants to hold onto that feeling of being inside his lover for just another moment.]