[Astarion gives a low, indulgent groan as Gale's finger presses in. The heat of his touch is always delicious, but warmed by the bath it's a particularly delightful sensation. Gale warming him from the inside out, bringing Gale's own blood to build the flush in Astarion's cheeks, the bright red of his cock.
He gives a loose thrust against Gale's lips before he speaks, not bothering to restrain himself. When Gale makes his request, Astarion's hand is already drifting towards his hair, his lips spread in a sharp grin as he hears his lover's desperate plea.]
I should guide you, hm? My pup needs a firm hand, does he? Well, let me put you in your place.
[He grabs a rough handful of Gale's hair in his fist, jerking his head up and back so that he can press the head of his cock to those plush lips.]
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He gives a loose thrust against Gale's lips before he speaks, not bothering to restrain himself. When Gale makes his request, Astarion's hand is already drifting towards his hair, his lips spread in a sharp grin as he hears his lover's desperate plea.]
I should guide you, hm? My pup needs a firm hand, does he? Well, let me put you in your place.
[He grabs a rough handful of Gale's hair in his fist, jerking his head up and back so that he can press the head of his cock to those plush lips.]
Get to work.