[Those words sing to Gale, reverberating down his spine - the pet names unexpectedly stir something within him, a feeling that's equal parts love and lust. Anything Mystra called him, she'd called others before, and perhaps never meant any endearment at all; however, Gale knows Astarion is sincere with them, no matter how deep into their roles they are. He may be the first person Astarion has ever called his pet, and meant it.
He finishes with Astarion's left arm, then starts working his way toward his shoulders, rubbing soap along his neck and down his chest. He presses harder as his hands cross Astarion's pecs, massaging them as he leans closer, daring to put himself well within Astarion's personal space before being told to do so. He wouldn't be himself without a little bit of rebellion, after all.]
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He finishes with Astarion's left arm, then starts working his way toward his shoulders, rubbing soap along his neck and down his chest. He presses harder as his hands cross Astarion's pecs, massaging them as he leans closer, daring to put himself well within Astarion's personal space before being told to do so. He wouldn't be himself without a little bit of rebellion, after all.]