[Even though Astarion nudges him lightly, Gale tugs him all the closer for it, this level of familiarity isn't something that should come to him so casually, but for whatever reason it does. Is Astarion making it exceptionally easy? Is it their situation, two people with a brief history and similar problems finding comfort in one another.
Difficult to say and it was difficult to care about witch it really was or if it was any of them at all.]
Spot on, it absolutely was a reference. [And instinctively he tips his head to the side, giving Astarion access to his throat, not really thinking about the consequences of offering his neck to one who thirsts for blood. Not really thinking about the poison in his blood as a reason for abstaining, not really thinking about much at all beyond the presence of smooth lips against warm skin, the hint of teeth against his humming pulse point, the caress of a tongue on his flesh.
He inhaled sharply, steeling himself against an intense way of arousal shooting through him and lighting up every one of his senses, attuning them to the fixed point that is Astarion.]
Ah...and how would...you demand I make it up to you exactly?
[Anything to take his mind off of how adolescent his body seemed to be reacting.]
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Difficult to say and it was difficult to care about witch it really was or if it was any of them at all.]
Spot on, it absolutely was a reference. [And instinctively he tips his head to the side, giving Astarion access to his throat, not really thinking about the consequences of offering his neck to one who thirsts for blood. Not really thinking about the poison in his blood as a reason for abstaining, not really thinking about much at all beyond the presence of smooth lips against warm skin, the hint of teeth against his humming pulse point, the caress of a tongue on his flesh.
He inhaled sharply, steeling himself against an intense way of arousal shooting through him and lighting up every one of his senses, attuning them to the fixed point that is Astarion.]
Ah...and how would...you demand I make it up to you exactly?
[Anything to take his mind off of how adolescent his body seemed to be reacting.]