[This, this is what he wanted. What they both craved. Utterly hedonistic debauchery, Gale filling him like a torrent, a lance of heat and desire warm inside him. Astarion groans with the sensation, still chasing his own release. It's just out of reach, despite Gale's ardent attention it's not quite enough, not yet. His eyes open to the haze of the illusion around them, blinking a moment before he realizes it's not just his own unfocused gaze but Gale who's let the illusion around them falter.
He turns to his lover in a wordless question, and what he sees there makes him still. It's not just the strain on Gale's face, the urge to keep going, to push beyond his own limits. No, it's the sickly purple glow the damn orb still lodged in his chest casts over the whole thing. Astarion swallows, grasping Gale's face between his hands. A stark contrast to only moments before, he digs his heels in, urging the man to slow, to be still. His own body rebels against his, hips stuttering as he tries to chase his own pleasure but there are, perhaps, things more important than that in this moment.]
Gale—darling, Gale. Dearest, my love—that's enough. It's enough.
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He turns to his lover in a wordless question, and what he sees there makes him still. It's not just the strain on Gale's face, the urge to keep going, to push beyond his own limits. No, it's the sickly purple glow the damn orb still lodged in his chest casts over the whole thing. Astarion swallows, grasping Gale's face between his hands. A stark contrast to only moments before, he digs his heels in, urging the man to slow, to be still. His own body rebels against his, hips stuttering as he tries to chase his own pleasure but there are, perhaps, things more important than that in this moment.]
Gale—darling, Gale. Dearest, my love—that's enough. It's enough.