[Gale lets their cocks press together a moment longer, breathing a confession into Astarion's skin.]
I might have had impure thoughts of you at the dinner table. And on the walk over, in the alley.
[Another kiss as he slips a hand between them, lining himself up to press into Astarion; despite the position they're in, he averts his eyes and reddens even more at some private thought, color seeping into his shoulders from his neck.]
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[Gale lets their cocks press together a moment longer, breathing a confession into Astarion's skin.]
I might have had impure thoughts of you at the dinner table. And on the walk over, in the alley.
[Another kiss as he slips a hand between them, lining himself up to press into Astarion; despite the position they're in, he averts his eyes and reddens even more at some private thought, color seeping into his shoulders from his neck.]