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Astarion follows the line of his bearded jaw to his neck, down to the soft swells of muscles in his back, eyes trained on the slight sheen of sweat stuck to his skin like a film, reminiscent of that one time he had snuck into the wizard’s tent while they explored the underdark. He had still loathed him then, but there had been a strange pull about him that night that had led his feet across camp to his bed once the fire had died out.
Just for a taste of the weave , he’d tried to rationalize, and what a taste he had gotten.
Now, as his eyes rake across that sheen he’s faced with hazy memories of how his skin had felt under his palms and how his thighs had jiggled when he thrusted into him. How he’d had to bite his lip until it drew blood to stay quiet when Astarion had flipped them over and mounted him… How he’d almost bitten him again.
Almost… (He’s not that stupid to forget what happened the first time.)
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it's their second night in the elfsong tavern and both gale and astarion can't seem to find rest like the rest of their companions have.
gale's hot, astarion's horny, and they can't keep their hands to themselves.