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Summary
Gale's sleepless dreams have inadvertently been shared via tadpole, hints of his fantasies reaching a certain vampire in the quiet of the night. Astarion and co-conspirator Wyll make their excuses to investigate the disappearance at Sharess' Caress with Gale, a thinly veiled excuse for the three to have some time to themselves...
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Trapped between a Blade and a sharp place, Gale thought to himself as Wyll began to pull off his boots and parted his robes, whilst Astarion worked to undo his belt, kissing along the line of his neck - right above his thrumming pulse.“I thought you said my blood was sour, not safe for your delicate constitution?” He found himself questioning the vampire, the edge of wicked fangs teasing at his skin.
“Perhaps you’re something of an acquired taste,” Astarion purred, nipping playfully at his ear, “stop stalling now, these are coming off before I take a single sip.”
“Gods, you are beautiful…” Wyll’s voice was a reverent whisper, almost a prayer, as Gale’s clothes were gently but firmly removed. The warlock began to press soft kisses against his bare skin, beginning just above the ankle and working slowly towards his knee.
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