[Oh, now that is heady. Astarion can taste Gale's excitement on the air. It's near overwhelming, freezing him in place for a moment as he soaks it in. Gale is his in a way few things have been for the past centuries.
Lust surges in him and he leans in to crush his lips to Gale's, bruising and possessive, as if he can stake his claim with lips and teeth alone.]
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Lust surges in him and he leans in to crush his lips to Gale's, bruising and possessive, as if he can stake his claim with lips and teeth alone.]