[In previous relationships — particularly with Mystra — Gale never thought too hard on what he liked, what he wanted; so long as he was pleasing his partner, servicing them in some way, he felt he was useful, wanted. That was what made him happy.
Oh, but the heated, passionate kiss Astarion places upon him, so hungry, bruising, aggressive in a way he's unaccustomed to - Gale undeniably likes that. He's wanted not because he's useful, but because he's treasured, possessed. He's loved, too loved to be discarded.
Of course, he'd thought that with Mystra; however, Mystra never kissed him like this. It's almost too much.
The emotional want combined with the physical thrill of Astarion pushing against him is a potent combination; Gale lights up, his cheeks flush as he feels his pulse race. He returns the kiss in kind, his fingers threading through Astarion's curls as he breathes him in before the breaking dawn.]
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Oh, but the heated, passionate kiss Astarion places upon him, so hungry, bruising, aggressive in a way he's unaccustomed to - Gale undeniably likes that. He's wanted not because he's useful, but because he's treasured, possessed. He's loved, too loved to be discarded.
Of course, he'd thought that with Mystra; however, Mystra never kissed him like this. It's almost too much.
The emotional want combined with the physical thrill of Astarion pushing against him is a potent combination; Gale lights up, his cheeks flush as he feels his pulse race. He returns the kiss in kind, his fingers threading through Astarion's curls as he breathes him in before the breaking dawn.]