[The heat of Gale spending inside him is enough to push Astarion over the edge as well. He comes with a jerk of his hips, painting across both their bodies. Yet while Gale continues to rock within him, the emotion from before wells up in him again.
He can't push it down, too worn out to hide it. The corners of his eyes sting as a choked sob escapes from his lips. Suddenly it's wrong. It's all wrong. He claps a hand over his mouth, the other still clinging to Gale as tears fall across his cheeks.]
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He can't push it down, too worn out to hide it. The corners of his eyes sting as a choked sob escapes from his lips. Suddenly it's wrong. It's all wrong. He claps a hand over his mouth, the other still clinging to Gale as tears fall across his cheeks.]