"The fingers in his hair anchor him against the back of the couch, stretching his neck taut, fully exposed as he stares up at Astarion, like prey caught under claws. Shaky, bellowing breaths rattle out of him, pinned not just by the grip of his hair but also the burning intensity of Astarion's ardent stare.
He doesn't know if Astarion is going to kiss him or bite him, and from the look in the other's eyes, how they dart hungrily to the heavy, thudding throb of his pulse -surely visible if the thundering of Gale's heart is any indication -Astarion isn't sure either.
-Stay Though My Arms Shake, by Lunarwench
The epic make out scene on library sofa, in chapter 13, was quite inspiring...








