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It had been Astarion’s idea.
That’s what Gale would insist later, anyway. Late one night, tangled between thin sheets at a downmarket inn, his fingers carding through white curls, Astarion had asked him if he had any fantasies.
Of course, he’d denied having any, a flush spreading down to his chest at the mere insinuation. But Astarion, being Astarion, had pressed and pressed and eventually, in part just to shut him up, Gale had admitted that he was sometimes taken with the idea of being used.