[Gale opens his mouth readily, allowing his tongue to slide under the head of Astarion's cock, his lips closing over the top as he begins to work. Logically, the pain in his scalp should be a detriment to his enjoyment, as should the degrading way he's being treated - and yet, he smiles as he takes Astarion's length into his mouth, his teeth skimming along the top of his tender skin. Whatever concerns Gale initially had on how Astarion might feel about this particular scenario seem to have been silenced if the way he groans says anything.
As Gale works his thumb into Astarion with one hand, his other strays from his partner's thigh to his own, his fingers brushing against his erection. His hand pauses with momentary conflict: as much as he wants to soothe his own arousal, he's not been given permission to do so, and with a mouthful of Astarion, he can't exactly ask.]
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As Gale works his thumb into Astarion with one hand, his other strays from his partner's thigh to his own, his fingers brushing against his erection. His hand pauses with momentary conflict: as much as he wants to soothe his own arousal, he's not been given permission to do so, and with a mouthful of Astarion, he can't exactly ask.]