[Gale may be halting himself, wanting this to last, but Astarion is absolutely of a very different opinion. The moment Gale stills over him, a rough moan pulls from his throat. His eyes snap open to the faceted rainbow light dancing over his lover's skin, blinking a moment before he can even properly orient himself. There's a beat, a breath, a panting whine on his lips as he's left wanting more before a moment of clarity strikes him through the haze of arousal.

His impertinent, disobedient pup.

His nails drag hard down the length of Gale's neck to jerk at his collar, dragging Gale's face up to press their foreheads together.]

You—dog. You scoundrel, you mongrel. Did I say you could halt?You could—you could stop?

[His eyes flash bright and intense, an inferno of passion burning behind their ruby light. The hand at Gale's collar moves to clench his chin and jaw, nails digging in hard enough to break skin, blood welling up beneath them.]

Fuck. Me. I'll have your cum inside me when I desire it, and I want it now.