[With his tongue held captive, Gale cannot speak; he lets action speak for him. He closes his mouth around Astarion's thumb first in a kiss before teasing the digit with his tongue: a hint of things to come. He slides his hand up the extended leg, grasping at Astarion's calf, his fingers massaging until his nails rake the muscle beneath.
Feeling color spreading across his face and down his neck, he stifles a needy sound - not yet, he tells himself.]
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Feeling color spreading across his face and down his neck, he stifles a needy sound - not yet, he tells himself.]