[Gale licks his lips as Astarion fastens the collar around his neck, a new breed of excitement stirring in him; his face burns as Astarion pulls him closer, skin hot as anticipation silences any lingering concerns dwelling at the back of his mind.]
Please.
[He stays close, hands going for Astarion's abdomen - only to pause as he remembers his place, his fingers practically ghosting Astarion's skin.]
May I touch you?
[His hands ache to put themselves on Astarion, but he hasn't been given permission yet. He must be patient, an obedient pet, as promised.]
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Please.
[He stays close, hands going for Astarion's abdomen - only to pause as he remembers his place, his fingers practically ghosting Astarion's skin.]
May I touch you?
[His hands ache to put themselves on Astarion, but he hasn't been given permission yet. He must be patient, an obedient pet, as promised.]