It's enough—[ Astarion's voice betrays him, hitching with his own unfulfilled desire. But he's done this enough times to keep his wits about him in the throes of passion, and he knows well enough how his own pleasure can be such a fickle thing these days.
He presses his foot to the ground, more tile than grass now, to give himself leverage so that he can free Gale's cock where it's still nestled within him. Even if he has to bite back the guttural, needy sound at the back of his throat at how heady it feels having Gale's come drip from his well used hole, that doesn't matter.]
You daft—creature. Look at me, Gale. Look.
[He pants a moment, catching his own breath, his hands never leaving Gale's face.]
You have fucked me as well and hard as I've asked for. You—put a godsdamned collar around your neck, conjured the sun, and you think it's a lacking display?
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He presses his foot to the ground, more tile than grass now, to give himself leverage so that he can free Gale's cock where it's still nestled within him. Even if he has to bite back the guttural, needy sound at the back of his throat at how heady it feels having Gale's come drip from his well used hole, that doesn't matter.]
You daft—creature. Look at me, Gale. Look.
[He pants a moment, catching his own breath, his hands never leaving Gale's face.]
You have fucked me as well and hard as I've asked for. You—put a godsdamned collar around your neck, conjured the sun, and you think it's a lacking display?