[With the warmth of Gale's lips on his and the illusory sun at his back, Astarion feels nearly alive again. The things this man, his man, does to him, says to him are more intoxicating than the strongest drug. He chases the kiss, curling his hand around the back of Gale's neck to hold him in.
When it breaks he meets Gale's gaze, that warmth stoking to a fire in his red eyes. He runs a tongue across his lips, tasting the lingering heat.]
I--like the sound of that. Tipping the scales in my favor.
[The hand at Gale's ear moves back along his jaw, catching his chin in a firm grip.]
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When it breaks he meets Gale's gaze, that warmth stoking to a fire in his red eyes. He runs a tongue across his lips, tasting the lingering heat.]
I--like the sound of that. Tipping the scales in my favor.
[The hand at Gale's ear moves back along his jaw, catching his chin in a firm grip.]
I have your trust then, hm?