[Gale pulls in a breath through his teeth as Astarion grips his hair, brown locks tangling around slender fingers; he licks his lips, arousal following the pain as his gaze locks onto those ruby eyes. He smiles lopsidedly, slyly - almost defiantly.]
Yes. I want all you'll give me.
[His fingers curl against Astarion's thigh, pressing into his skin. He can feel his own erection against his own leg, but forces himself to ignore it, unwilling to look away.]
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Yes. I want all you'll give me.
[His fingers curl against Astarion's thigh, pressing into his skin. He can feel his own erection against his own leg, but forces himself to ignore it, unwilling to look away.]
All you'll allow me to have. I am at your mercy.