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everything feels warm. hot. astarion is pressed between two burning heats. made to fuck into the ones beneath him as he gets pushed into the pillow and their hand with each thrust they make, while the one above fucks into his thighs with reckless abandon.
the kisses and bites being littered on his upper back and neck make him whine. the feeling of their lips against his skin is so good. he tries to arch into it, desperate to be covered in their marks, but the position makes any real movement impossible.
they burrow into his neck, taking a deep breath before licking the sensitive area. they alternate between slow, teasing licks where he feels the entirety of their press against him, and short and sweet ones where he's only graced with the forked ends. they sink their teeth into him and suck with greed that could rival his own. nothing comes out, but astarion grows more numb with every second that passes. 
minutes go by before they relent. their little ritual continues as they lovingly nose at the mark, frantic breaths hitting the mark over and over. he wishes he could see the mark himself,  glowing a bright red against his pale neck, but just knowing it's there is almost enough. almost.
their licks and bites trail upwards, nuzzling into the space behind his ear, they mouth against it in a dazed mockery of a kiss. the wet, desperate sounds of their kiss pour into his ears and makes him feel the action so much more.
astarion's eyes snap shut as their tongue drags slowly over his helix. they nibble at the tip of his pointed ear, teeth sinking in just enough for them to pull at his skin. the assault makes him shake. he's never been particularly sensitive there, but ninleyn has learnt to play his body like one of their fiddles. the faintest touch set him alight, but the continued attention makes him burn.
everything feels warm. hot. unfiltered noises from both of them have become constant, loud and ragged. his eyes roll into the back of his head.
astarion can't keep it in anymore, it's all so much; the continuous rubbing against his sack, the twitches of their dick between his thighs, the hand still stroking his dick with what little space given.
and the heat, the fucking
of it all. his insides feel like they're burning, it’s like he’s being burnt alive.
he’s coming into their hand before either can process it, the show of hands beneath him becoming a sticky mess that makes the movements slightly harder. his thighs loosen around them, weak from his release and unable to keep them pressed tight anymore.
but knowing how ninleyn is, his hand digs deep between his thighs and finds their shaft, grabbing it in as strong of a grip as he can muster. the attempt is feeble, but it serves it's purpose. 
"you haven't come- keep going
" he demands with a hoarse voice, "i can take it."
"there isn’t a lot left to take, love," they mumble into his ear, their strained and shaky voice proving their point.
but god, even the pet names were getting to him — he feels like a lovesick puppy.
"then what’s the problem?
," he demands again. ninleyn's voice tickles his ear with a strained but compliant huff of laughter.
using their legs, they press astarion’s thighs together as best they can before they bite down onto his shoulder, tasting sweat-salty skin as they fuck into him for a few moments more before they’re coming right into his thighs. he feels like he should be annoyed at the mess, but the warmth of their cum slowly running down his legs make all possible annoyance fizzle out.
moments pass for the two to ride out their orgasms before ninleyn is on him again, littering kisses wherever they can reach. but they leave no more marks, the ones already present have long since become unsalvageable.
he looks so pretty like this. they can’t help but gaze at him with a dumb, lovestruck smile.
when astarion eventually comes to, the first thing he notices is that he must’ve rolled onto his back at some point, as he sees ninleyn’s head resting on his thighs. it's nothing sexual; there’s no biting or licking or attempts to start a second round, they're just resting their weary head against the plush of his thighs.
he reaches down, hand coming to the space between their horns and he pushes back their sweat-damp hair. he sees the edge of their lips curled with a smile that reaches their lidded eyes, his own lips match theirs at the sight, "aren't you just obsessed."
they burrow into his thighs one more time before they lift their head, meeting his stare with a dumb, lovestruck smile, "i wonder whose fault that is?" 
"it’s not my fault you’re acting like a nobleman who’s caught his first glance at a woman’s ankle," he flicks their forehead with a smirk. the comparison makes them laugh. 
they crawl over him, their elbows on either side of his chest as they rest their chin on them. their poke their tongue and say something, but it comes out muffled through their tongue. 
he cradles their cheek and presses his thumb to their tongue, "put this away and try again," he says fondly. they close their mouth around his thumb and start to suck idly.
"pretty, but that’s not what i asked for," his thumb snags on their tongue and against a tooth as he pulls it out "try again."
they huff, but they close their mouth and clear their throat, "i said "you love it,’" they repeat, nuzzling in between his pecs. their hand comes up to trace where the bones of his ribcage once stood proud, and they preen at him through their eyelashes.
he hums with approval, "much better." 
It’s somewhat early in the evening when Astarion wanders over to Gale’s tent. He raps his knuckles on a beam, since the flap is closed, as to not disturb anyone else but ensuring there would be no incidents, not again. He’s not sure he could take it, honestly speaking. If only they’d not been so busy the last few days with the creche cluster-fuck, he might have at least had a repeat of his stint in the woods. Ego be damned. He sighs.
Tapping again before hearing the wizard answer from somewhere inside, a little quieter then he would expect, but the vampire could make it out anyway. He opens the tent-flap, ducking in, it’s warmer than outside and he’s glad for it. Opening his mouth to go into a brief book review, while he trades for another but stopping. 
Gale... Gale has a bathtub. A bathtub he is currently in, bare chest wet and mostly submerged, his ankles hanging over the far end. Astarion managed to not visibly react, just. "You... when did you get that?" Gale just chuckles, "Don’t let the cold air in would you?" Astarion blinks and closes the flap the rest of the way behind himself, sliding the book in his hands onto the side table. He notes the slight tremor in his hands. Looking back over his shoulder, he feels caught, somehow.  
As he turns, the wizard looks normal enough, a little flush but that might be the hot water. Gale does look pleased to have surprised him though. "It’s a bit of work to conjure and fill, but, I figured it could be shared... you seemed like the type to appreciate such a thing. If you want." He seems almost casual. It would have been, perhaps, if not for the last time he’d caught him in the middle of this very room. Astarion tilts his head as he narrows his eyes, looking down his nose. "Why do I feel as though there is a catch?" Gale shrugs, smiling innocently while procuring a cup of wine from somewhere, taking a sip. "Well, admittedly there’s currently still a wizard in it."Fine. He can play a bit of chicken.
Astarion steels himself as his mouth quirks up, raking his eyes across Gale’s chest. "And is that a problem or a feature?" He expects, hopes, to fluster the man but Gale shrugs again. He’s then pulling a second cup of wine from gods knows where, holding it out. Fuck. The bastard planned this.
The whole room smells faintly of citrus, milk and honey, something slightly spicy, clove maybe? It’s close to the scent he’s learned to associate with the man, freshly washed by lake and river before, but more... He doesn’t care for food, not any more, but it still makes something nostalgic and hungry rise in his chest.
He takes the necessary steps to fish the goblet out of Gale’s hands, brushing his fingers deliberately against his. Taking a sip, eyebrow quirking in surprise, it was good. Deep, rich, clearly a bottle he’d been hiding away somewhere. Gale, sweet, gentle... sneaky, tricky wizard. Gale doesn’t look flustered at all compared how he should be, naked as he was in there. Bastard absolutely planned this. 
"I just thought perhaps you’re sick of washing up in an absurdly cold creek." Gale’s mouth quirks up. Suspiciously so. "The damn rabbit kicked me in the face." He regrets it the second he says it. "Hum, a very feisty rabbit to have outmaneuvered you, even momentarily." Gale is watching him, too closely and clearly amused. Calculating like he is on the battlefield. Astarion fixes him with a look, trying to regain some ground. 
"Do you really want to talk about my hunting habits while you’re in a tub, naked, wet?" Gale looks up at him, a little more flush, good. Then his eyes rake over the elf slow, deliberate. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s thinking again as he takes a drink. 
Astarion’s eyes track a brief movement under the water. His mind goes tumbling somewhere thick, suffocating and hot. Was the wizard’s hand on his thigh or his cock? Hells. He can practically feel it. "Are we talking? Or are you just getting in?" Astarion’s mouth drops open, he doesn’t sputter, he doesn’t. 
The other man’s watching intently, his ankles uncrossing as he shifts slightly in the tub, sipping his wine. He shivers but covers it fiddling with the front of his shirt. He knows he’s looking a little too long. He’s tracking how Gale’s eyes are following his every move in return. Warm, but also dark in a way he hadn’t seen since that faithful evening. 
"Am I?" He’s clutching at straws now, he knows. It’s not that he doesn’t want, it’s blinding, how he wants. He just doesn’t want to lose whatever game this is.
Gale’s now turning in the tub so he’s facing him, one knee above the water, hiding anything worth his time from view. Still, Astarion’s breath catches again. How is the man doing this? He’s too warm, despite his undead circulation and he feels like he might begin to vibrate at any moment. 
Turned like this Astarion also realizes the man’s trimmed his beard somewhat. Neatened up the edges. He almost mourns the silly curl it hard begun to take on above his lip but he can’t, not really. The wizard’s gone and made himself more presentable for him.
"Only if you want." He repeats. 
Right, fuck this. Astarion knocks back the rest of the wine, taking two steps back. Gale almost looks disappointed for a moment and that would have been satisfying, throwing him off. The vampire can’t enjoy it, that’s not the reaction he’s craving. He places the empty goblet roughly by the books, though careful as he can, gods forbid he ruins them.
Then Gale’s eyes catch on the fact he’s toeing off his shoes to kick them towards the exit. Delighted little laugh escaping, taking another swig of his wine, settling back to watch. It rolls over him, causing his shoulders to drop slightly. That’s better.
Astarion turns again and meets his eyes. They are knowing, too knowing, the way they’ve been since he walked in here, actually. 
He catches himself, pausing slightly as he’d been shifting out of his sleeves. "You were fucking with me weren’t you?" Gale blinks, surprised, opening his mouth to perhaps protest, but Astarion shakes his head to clarify. "That day, with the water, that stupid thrice-damned spoon." Astarion sneers and Gale can’t help but laugh, eyes crinkling. "The spoon was admittedly, an accident... not the rest though." It makes him twitch in his pants to the point he feels almost faint momentarily. 
Astarion shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "I aught to make you pay for that." 
Gale’s not worried in the least, licking his lips. It’s just making him burn hotter, like the last time. Gale’s eyes rake over him, slow, hungry... as the new expanse of skin is revealed to him, near blindingly white. Lean muscle, moving underneath with practiced, lethal grace, rolling as Astarion tosses his shirt onto a nearby chair.
He can’t help himself as his mouth quirks again. "I suppose your hand was less satisfying then?" Astarion freezes entirely but Gale is quick to continue. "I uh- saw you down by the creek, after dinner, took an educated guess."
Astarion can’t help but growl. "And do you know what I’d thought to myself? Even if it was an accident, I should have just dragged you off to this very tent," He unlaces his pants roughly, a little annoyed, mostly aroused. "put you back on your knees and made you fix it." Gale knocks back the rest of his wine, managing to shove the cup, teetering, on the stool that’s now visible from where Astarion had stalked up to the tub. 
He’s hardly managing to have shoved his pants down at all, before Gale’s tipped forward enough for his damp hands to catch his hips. Astarion’s hand instantly sinking into his half wet hair, pulling, not as rough as he could have been, but determined to make Gale look up at him, inhaling sharply. Astarion’s caught himself with the other hand against edge of the tub, unwilling to give him more. He was going to make him-
"Do forgive me." Gale’s looking up at him freezing him in place again. He’s slow, deliberate as his hand come up to grope the bulge in front of him. Astarion’s head tips back, lashes fluttering. "You’re infuriating." Gale’s hand continues to move with a hum, fingers dipping inside briefly, making him shudder. "Forgive me?" Astarion shakes his head, rolling his hips forward. Somehow equally subdued by his touch and bursting with something, not quite aggression, not really. The grip in his hair loosened somewhat.  
He takes another chance, slides his other hand up the man’s pale chest, fingers skirting up his sternum, placating and his head tipping to follow the trail. Lets his beard drag across him slightly, enjoying the shuddering little sigh above him. He leaves a kiss against the elf’s abs. "Please?" Astarion’s whole body lurches, curling into him slightly.
His hand leaves the tub to shove at his pants again, a little uncoordinated in a way he so rarely was. Gale takes pity, pulling back enough to help the other side, letting his long pale, delightfully rosy tipped, cock spring free. "Mouth. Now." It’s more plea than demand and Gale happily complies, taking hold and giving it a long lick, before closing his mouth over the tip.
Astarion whines softly above him. "Gods... I missed that mouth." Gale preens, he’d been absurdly hard the whole time, half way there just anticipating the vampire’s arrival. Now his own dick kicks and leaks at the first dribble of salt across his tongue. He missed that, too.
He shifts up to reach more, get more into his mouth, pressing his fingers a little harsher into the meat of Astarion’s ass, urging him forward. Glancing up, fluttering his lashes with a satisfied hum when the elf complies with a shudder. 
"You really do love that, don’t you?" He doesn’t bother to wait for the answer, getting lost in the feeling again, moving a little rougher. "Wha- What kind of punishment is this, if you enjoy it so much?" Somehow Gale manages an amused huff and shrug without missing a beat with his hand or tongue. "You better keep your hands off yourself this time." The acknowledging hum has his bucking sightly, swearing. 
"You... uh, silence spell?" Gale looks up as if to say "of course, I did’. In fact, it had been almost the second he came in here and set the book down, just in case. Still he humors him with a thumbs up anyway. The hand in his hair pets through his scalp appreciatively. "Good... you, I’m going to get my fill of that lovely mouth of yours. Take- Take the edge off, then-" That just cuts off into a whine and shudder. "Then, I’ll join you."
Gale moans happily, even if all this ends tonight with him coming all over his own fist again, even later, alone, he wouldn’t be mad. Hells, the man could probably order him do this again until his jaw aches and he finds out if he well and truly could come just like this... given last time, probably. His face burns again.
"S-So... Are- are you quite pleased with yourself, your little trap?" Gale moans, letting it rumble across the vampire’s length obscenely in affirmative. His hips stutter slightly and finally looks down properly, even if his eyes keep fluttering. Gale is such a lovely shade of red, soft and pleased in his tub. Water slightly milky and opalescent as it swirls around him, steaming and glittering faintly. He looks both ethereal and so tangible and raw, it makes his ache. Gale moans around him again, as if he’s the one teetering on the edge of something. "Th-that’s it, darling. You do take me so well." The wizard’s hands brushing gentle across his skin in such a way it makes his sigh. His hands are, perhaps surprisingly, rougher than his own.
Hips rolling in time with Gale’s motions, as if they’d done this dance hundreds of times before. Gods this was going to be over far too quickly. The man’s catalogued everything, every flick of his tongue, the pressure, from last time with such precision. Suddenly, he understood how the man had been a prodigy.
Astarion, not having to care about being overheard is a fountain of swears, praise and moans. How lovely he feels, warm, wet and messy, perfect. Gale’s face might be glowing and his heart flutters every time, dick twitching but he doesn’t let his own hips move. Not letting it rub against the tub a mere fingertip away. The elf wouldn’t appreciate that loophole, as fun as it might be to see him snap again.
He knows the vampire’s close when it stops making sense and becomes a torrent of aborted sound. His hands are tight in his hair, bordering on fucking his face. Gale lets himself relax slightly, moaning and this time much more prepared for the abuse his throat receives before Astarion spills with a snarl.
He slurps it all up, laves over him obscenely and keeps holding the vampire in place as he whines, high, a little oversensitive till the wizard finishes with him. Astarion’s the one to look momentarily out of it this time, easy and relaxed. Pride swells in Gale’s chest as his own dick lurches again.
Gods, anything might set him off at this point. 
Instead he focuses on keeping hold of the other slightly swaying man. " Coming in?" He chuckles, giving a shove at this clothes, not that he was much help from inside the tub, but the elf collects himself quickly enough, shaking his head to clear it. Eyes focusing back on a deliciously messy looking Gale looking very, very pleased with himself. 
His red eyes narrow again. "If you gloat, I’m leaving you like this. Bath be damned." Gale folds his lips closed, tight, but his eyes are still amused, raking over his body again. He doesn’t hate it, he finds, Gale looking at him like this. He doesn’t feel something on display as much as something... well, delicious. A treat, for his hungry, hungry little wizard. Looking very well fed right now.
Astarion rolls his eyes at his own thoughts and strips off the rest of the way before stepping up and over into the tub. It was still magically warm, not so hot as to be a shock even to his cooler body but setting in through him limbs quickly. He groans, head tipping back against the edge for a moment, before cracking his eyes to look at Gale. 
He’s sat across from him, still pretty and pink, hands set clearly on both sides of the tub. He smiles. "So well behaved, I didn’t even have to say anything." Gale blinks slowly, controlled, but there’s a clear twitch as the words roll over him. 
Astarion pulls the damp rag on the edge next to him, giving himself a slow scrub over his neck and chest, letting Gale’s eyes follow him. Not quite ignoring him, letting himself warm up the rest of the way in the water. Gale’s eyes linger on his ears, tips faintly turning pink, a shade not dissimilar to other parts of his anatomy. He wants to bite them, he chews his lip slightly. Astarion sighs noisily, tossing the rag aside, looking at him again.
The elf lets his leg brush up against Gale’s teasing, trying to test his control. There’s another shudder, Gale licks his lip but otherwise doesn’t move. "Wine?" He rasps, pulling a face at how he sounds but making the vampire grin. He holds out his hand with a little grabby motion and pout. Gale sighs with a nod, turning enough to get his cup, refilling it and passing it across. He takes a couple sips but passes it back to the wizard, he needs it more than him.
He squints at the wizard slightly while he drinks, a little shaky. "Think you can go twice?" Now that actually almost makes him choke, pausing to give him a look that said " you waited till right then huh?’ before tossing the rest back, nodding furiously. Astarion tilts his head. "But does that seem fair?"  Gale’s head drops back slightly with a groan, blinking, trying to come up with a counter offer. However, he didn’t even get to open his mouth before the vampire leans up and over. "No, I know what I’m going to do with you."His hand roughly groping up his thigh and grabbing his cock, a little too tight. He’s saying something else too, but it doesn’t matter, the dark eyes and feral little smirk... his eyes snap closed against the image. Still, it has him spilling with a gasp, near instantly. "So easy... That’s it... My little treat, shaking apart just for me." Eyes screwing shut as the cup drops to the floor somewhere. His body rocking through it against his will, making obscene ripples in the tub, nearly splashing over the edge. 
The hands gone again too soon leaving him heart still racing, panting. He wants to glare but when he looks... The vampire is grinning, all fangs. "Gods, look at you. Quite the picture." Gale whines again pitifully, dick still twitching as he sees him lick what meager leftovers he can get from the wet hand. "And, surprisingly delicious." Gale has to close his eyes again at that. 
Astarion rakes his other hand along his jaw and through the man’s beard. It’s unexpectedly soft, having been oiled with something, the source of the sweet spiced smell, it seems. He lets his fingers brush over the man’s abused mouth, letting them catch his lower lip, just to hear him sigh. 
"Now you won’t be so impatient, will you, darling?" Gale blinks a few times, still taking his time coming down, shakes his head. "No, you’re going to keep being good for me, you tricky, naughty little wizard." Astarion shifts the rest of the way forward. Somehow manages to drape himself half over him, despite the tub and slightly awkward angle. Enjoying the slight scrape of hair against his own smooth skin.
Gale’s hands grabbing onto his arms and shoulders without thinking, fluttering a moment for a reprimand but it doesn’t come beyond being shrugged up and away from the scars he feels along his back, momentarily. He doesn’t have time to wonder about it though, vampire touching everywhere. Gale is warm and soft, but also stronger and more solid than he’d given him credit for. He likes it, he decides. He likes it very much actually, tugging on the hair across his chest just to feel him shiver. Letting his blunt nails dig a little too rough over a nipple. Not as strong of a reaction as he would have hoped, but he can still work with that.He’s been quiet too long he knows, but Gale’s eyes the right side of soft and wanting to leave him breathless, should he have really needed to in the first place. Astarion’s lashes flutter prettily, a little more subdued. He licks his lips, ducking his head under the man’s chin. It was strange, tempering him slightly, how from their history of bickering and barbs, to awkward friendship, they found themselves here. Something shifted too quick for him to have caught it. Syrupy comfort that has him pushing him back into the moment, wanting, demanding more.
Astarion loses himself in letting his hands and mouth drag over the wizard’s skin. He sucks more than he bites anywhere he can reach above the water but where he knows the robe will cover, greedy for the little red-purple marks that appear between the little shudders, hums and whines of the man below. Gale’s fingers digging into his scalp just so. It’s everything and he still wants more.
Gale’s oversensitive and didn’t even get a chance to come down, leaving him half hard, body a little confused, but enjoying the attention. Astarion works his way up past the orb to right below his ear, giving his jaw another little nip that has Gale tilting his head in invitation. His mind suddenly fixates on the hum of his blood under his skin. He growls, catching himself, looking at the deep, here almost carved, purple lines on the wizard's chest. "I would if I could, darling." Even Gale whines sadly. "I know," nuzzling back against him. "I didn’t mean to tease you with it. I just..." He rolls his hips and Astarion shifts his weight for a moment, allowing it. Enjoying the shuddering moan it gets him. Then pressing himself down again to trap the wizard.  
The reaction is instant, eyes back on him, defiant. Then pleading. Then with a frustrated little rumble as he licks his lips, closing them, demure, almost. "Please." Astarion’s mouth curls, that didn’t take long. "Please what?" Gale huffs, tipping his head back in a way that wasn’t meant to set the vampire off but had his cock twitching and teeth itching again.
His brows draw together, then relaxing, like he’s measuring his answer but it comes out in one breath. "Anything." Looking back down at him, nothing but heat. Astarion’s mind trips over itself momentarily. 
He holds him in place, noses nearly touching. "Careful, wizard. I might ruin you." Gale can’t help but chuckle. "Gods, I hope so." The next second the vampire’s kissing him, groaning into his mouth. Hand tilting Gale’s head how he likes from the base of the neck by his hair. It makes him whine, breaking apart for only a moment before Astarion is continuing like a man starved, to plunder him for all he’s worth.
Gale tries to keep up but it has him moaning right back, fingers pulling slightly at the elf’s hair again in return, feeling the tremor before his hips grind up against him, more instinct than finesse. Cock drooling, somehow still a little cooler than the rest, through the hair on his stomach before it dissipates in the water. Hand groping across his chest, nails rasping through the hair there, too. Impatient.
It’s so good. Too good, Gale’s own dick twitches against the smooth thigh pressed there, he tries to roll, gain some sort of friction himself but he’s pinned too well, unless he wants to dig harder into the uncomfortable edge behind him. He moans brokenly and Astarion laughs against his mouth. Coming back to himself slightly. Fingers dragging roughly down but not far enough to where Gale needs him, flexing against his stomach. 
Looking down at Gale, dark hair damp at the ends curling and sticking in every direction. His fingers still wrapped behind, thumb pressing slightly just under his jaw. Wizard shaking slightly in his hold, soft stomach flexing. His mouth is bordering on bruised, open and wet as he pants up at him. Eyes blown out and desperate. Why is it so fun to wind him up?
Astarion’s mouth curls again. Gale’s eyelashes flutter like he knows what’s coming. Well, we can’t have that.
He shifts himself back, pulling the other man along with him, sitting him up almost on his thigh, a hand now gripping his hip, digging in a little too rough, to make Gale buck against him with another broken sound as his hips begin to move in desperate little circles, trying to get some friction against the elf and not drop himself down at an unfortunate angle for his balls in the process. 
"That’s it darling." Gale flushes, letting his arms slide carefully around the others shoulders again. Red eyes are watching him, a little less vicious, as his hands slide lower, one finally coming to grip him in a way that has his breath catching again. The water made everything both better and traitorously worse. Friction just on the edge of good, for now. Gale licks his lip, contemplating whether or not to say something about it, lest the vampire decides that’s part of the torture. 
Astarion’s nipping across his collarbones again, still mindful of his fangs. Hand sliding, surprisingly gentle down the curve of his spine. His fingers brush lower, a question. Gale tenses slightly, not sure if if he wants to lean in or away. He’s no blushing virgin, but in this plane of existence, with a real, solid man... He buries his face in the vampires neck for a moment. 
"I uh... I’ve never, that is to say-" He feels more than he hears the chuckle. "I guessed, locked in your tower, all alone, hum?" A little condescending, as he's nosing up along his ear teasingly again, catching on the earring that still dangles there. Gale tisks, pulling back slightly. "I’ve tried things, and done arguably far worse when- no, never mind. The point being, I know well enough it’s a better time clean, hence the tub." That has Astarion groaning into his ear. "So, you’ve really planned everything have you?" Fingers actually skirting against his rim that time. Gale’s lashes flutter. "I hoped." He corrects.
"There’s oil but it’s-" He’s instantly manhandled the rest of the way into the vampire’s lap, both cocks best he can fit them, in his fist, the friction has a moan tumbling out before he manages to quiet himself. "In a moment..." He meets the red eyes and understands, Astarion doesn’t have the patience to get them up and over there but well... He’s doesn’t need to, because neither does the wizard. Gale steels himself and then rolls his hips against him, almost smirking to himself.
He waits for the elf’s eyes to fall shut again before he glances over his shoulder to his pile of blankets and pillows. He mutters the spell, hands lifting for only a moment and gripping back down before they both land there in a heap. Soaking everything slightly. "Or, now." He purrs. He’s glad for all the pillows or that might have hurt, given their current position but gods, either way, it would have been worth it for the look on Astarion’s face alone.
"Fuck me." Gale blinks up at him. "I mean, shit, you know what I mean." Astarion shakes his head and rolling his eyes, along with his hips forward again. He files that thought away for later as the vampire tips them down and laying himself to the side, ankle hooked around Gale’s spreading him slightly. 
Astarion’s hand cards over his chest again, digging his nails in slightly and enjoying the lines it still easily leaves on his bath warmed skin. Flicking the other nipple this time, getting a better reaction, smirking. Gale expected to feel at least a little self conscious like this, next to the elf’s statuesque form but Astarion’s focus is complete, like he wants to burn this into his mind forever. Gale’s heart stutters, he knows the other can hear it, blush blooming all the way down.
There was none of that far away look the vampire had sometimes, not today, but often enough Gale had worried, knowing what he knew about his life before. 
He still looks hungry and a little vicious, but soft around the edges, at least for now. Hand and eyes still tracing distractedly across him, with everything on display. Gale might be smiling up at him a little dopily at this point, he’s not sure Astarion’s noticed though. Hand working its way down too slow for his taste, so he sighs and wiggles, trying to get the vampire to focus.
The hand instantly wraps around his cock, making him hiss. Astarion twists, a little mean, a little sweet. "Want something?" Gale’s not about to back down now. "Your hands." The vampire hums. "You have my hands... where would you like them?" Gale rolls his hips slightly, spreading his other leg away. He meets his eyes. "In me, ideally. Maybe something else too, if you don’t take too long." Astarion shudders, eyes snapping around the pillows and blankets, searching. 
The wizard delights in ruining his composure again, chuckling as he fishes the small bottle out from next to them with ease. Giving it a little wiggle, teasing.