[Astarion is greedy in this kiss in a way he hasn't been in recent memory. His grip on Gale's jaw tightens as he angles his lips to deepen it, devouring all of Gale that he can. That racing pulse thunders in his ears loud enough that it could be his own, but it is his own, in a way. He kisses until he knows that Gale must be breathless, then lingers a moment longer before pulling away with a drag of teeth against his lips.
His eyes open to take in the effect it must have on Gale, to watch the flush rise in his face, to see the bright red of his kiss-bruised lips. He commits each one to memory before lifting his gaze to meet Gale's eyes, a smoldering heat burning in his eyes.]
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His eyes open to take in the effect it must have on Gale, to watch the flush rise in his face, to see the bright red of his kiss-bruised lips. He commits each one to memory before lifting his gaze to meet Gale's eyes, a smoldering heat burning in his eyes.]
Now—on your knees.