[Astarion can't resist spreading his legs wider at Gale's touch. He's teased enough, and between the collar and thoughts of bloodshed and power he aches to have more of Gale's touch on him. He lets his head fall back with a low moan, tightening his grip on Gale's hair to keep him held in place.]
Gods, what a good pup you are. Should I let you have me? Have you earned it?
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Gods, what a good pup you are. Should I let you have me? Have you earned it?