[That grip to his hair draws Gale's focus; his eyes settle back on Astarion as a sharp grin does the same on his lips. The pressure around his cock as Astarion rocks against him makes his breath hitch in his throat, words tumbling from him before he can catch them.]
Gods, what would I do without you.
[He sucks in a breath through his teeth. No longer concerned about anything else — not the awkwardness he created, not what Mystra would think of his desire for degradation, not even the lingering anxiety he feels regarding their future together — Gale finds his rhythm, his confidence rising along with it. He lets sensation overwhelm him, lets it wash away the steady stream of thought that normally crowds his every waking moment; there's only the two of them now, himself and the lover to whom he's given himself entirely.
They belong together, and gods, does he like that.
Gale does as he's told and presses harder, faster, rougher than he might normally be, his fingers curling, eyes squeezed shut as he buries his face in Astarion's shoulder. Astarion wanted his desperation, and he shall have it.]
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Gods, what would I do without you.
[He sucks in a breath through his teeth. No longer concerned about anything else — not the awkwardness he created, not what Mystra would think of his desire for degradation, not even the lingering anxiety he feels regarding their future together — Gale finds his rhythm, his confidence rising along with it. He lets sensation overwhelm him, lets it wash away the steady stream of thought that normally crowds his every waking moment; there's only the two of them now, himself and the lover to whom he's given himself entirely.
They belong together, and gods, does he like that.
Gale does as he's told and presses harder, faster, rougher than he might normally be, his fingers curling, eyes squeezed shut as he buries his face in Astarion's shoulder. Astarion wanted his desperation, and he shall have it.]