[Astarion's fingers in his hair, tighter against his scalp as he lets out a groan, only encourages Gale more. He closes his eyes as his lips trace the skin between Astarion's thigh and groin, his imagination quick to turn his partner's words into fantasy.
Their enemies fallen, their desiccated corpses crumble to dust before him and Astarion, the heat of magic still lingering in the air; the Weave curls around his palms just as Astarion's hand curls in his hair, pulling him into a wanton kiss. It's feverish and fervent, the two of them tumbling to the ground as desire overwhelms them: they tear at one another's clothing, lust turning them into desperate, wanton creatures. Sweat on their skin mingles with the ash and embers beneath them as they revel in their victory over the dangers that face them, over the gods and life itself.
Gods, that thought goes right to his cock, and he has to fight to keep himself from rutting against the edge of the pool right then and there. His beard brushes against Astarion's length as Gale slips by it; he hums agreeably as his lips play with Astarion's balls, one hand tugging at his left thigh to give himself more room, the other slipping down to grab his ass, allowing his thumb to brush against Astarion's entrance.]
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Their enemies fallen, their desiccated corpses crumble to dust before him and Astarion, the heat of magic still lingering in the air; the Weave curls around his palms just as Astarion's hand curls in his hair, pulling him into a wanton kiss. It's feverish and fervent, the two of them tumbling to the ground as desire overwhelms them: they tear at one another's clothing, lust turning them into desperate, wanton creatures. Sweat on their skin mingles with the ash and embers beneath them as they revel in their victory over the dangers that face them, over the gods and life itself.
Gods, that thought goes right to his cock, and he has to fight to keep himself from rutting against the edge of the pool right then and there. His beard brushes against Astarion's length as Gale slips by it; he hums agreeably as his lips play with Astarion's balls, one hand tugging at his left thigh to give himself more room, the other slipping down to grab his ass, allowing his thumb to brush against Astarion's entrance.]