[Gale's not sure he's ever seen Astarion like this, the look in his eyes a far cry from the earlier days of their relationship, when intimacy had been a distant dream. The wizard recalls the haze that would come over those gorgeous ruby eyes as he struggled to reconcile his desires through his trauma; the years of abuse and torture, his body being used by Cazador had plagued Astarion no matter how badly he wished otherwise. He'd offered himself to Gale once — to be used — falling into old habits because he thought that was what his lover wanted from him.
Gale hadn't, of course - he couldn't imagine forcing anything upon Astarion, not without his clear consent. Now, they're reveling in his freedom, both of them finding new ways to express their longing for one another. There's no haze as Astarion commands him: only a fire burning in his red eyes, one that Gale is all too eager to embrace.
His gaze remains on Astarion, eyes taking in that flame as he kneels; he bites his lip in anticipation, wishing it were Astarion's teeth biting him still.]
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Gale hadn't, of course - he couldn't imagine forcing anything upon Astarion, not without his clear consent. Now, they're reveling in his freedom, both of them finding new ways to express their longing for one another. There's no haze as Astarion commands him: only a fire burning in his red eyes, one that Gale is all too eager to embrace.
His gaze remains on Astarion, eyes taking in that flame as he kneels; he bites his lip in anticipation, wishing it were Astarion's teeth biting him still.]