[As desperate as Gale is to want to kiss Astarion, there is something in him that wants to believe he's not crazy and this is something his companion wants as well. For the space of time they have known one another this was new, he'd never assumed Astarion had any sort of interest in him that wasn't passing or designed to goad him. Here he was now, initiating a kiss, softer and sweeter than anything he could have expected from a man with a smile sharp enough to cut you and beguiling enough to seduce you.
Gale should be clever enough not be taken in, but somehow cleverness and wisdom didn't seem to matter at all, and experience be completely damned to the hells.]
It's painting a picture. [Though a part of him wanted to hear it, there was another part of him satisfied enough with that answer to pull Astarion close, cradle him in the crook of his arm, dip him back and devore that inviting mouth with his own. It's nothing terribly obscene, experimental kisses, molding his lips over the rogue's, gently mouthing him, feeling him, embracing his body. Like slipping into a warm bath he closed his eyes and waded into the innocent sensations, every now and then chancing a glance just to gauge Astarion's reactions, but he was entirely content with his companion's weight, the breathy noises, his own soft panting between kissing and gulping down air.
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Gale should be clever enough not be taken in, but somehow cleverness and wisdom didn't seem to matter at all, and experience be completely damned to the hells.]
It's painting a picture. [Though a part of him wanted to hear it, there was another part of him satisfied enough with that answer to pull Astarion close, cradle him in the crook of his arm, dip him back and devore that inviting mouth with his own. It's nothing terribly obscene, experimental kisses, molding his lips over the rogue's, gently mouthing him, feeling him, embracing his body. Like slipping into a warm bath he closed his eyes and waded into the innocent sensations, every now and then chancing a glance just to gauge Astarion's reactions, but he was entirely content with his companion's weight, the breathy noises, his own soft panting between kissing and gulping down air.
This was enough.]