She came into his tent and Alistair had asked what was wrong. She had looked at him intently with an odd glint in her eyes and before Alistair could say anything her lips were on his
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It shouldn't have happened like this, he was pretty sure.
There had been some sort of clear red wine, a 'barolo' Zevran had called it, that made his fingertips tingle and his cheeks hot and his mind slow, and he couldn't help leaning towards the elf and saying "You're pretty. Your hair... is pretty."
If it had been anyone else, he'd have been deeply mortified. As it was, Zevran had laughed and said "Thank you, my dear Warden," and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You are not hard on the eyes yourself."
The light brush of lips against his cheek should have made him pull away, but the wine had reduced him to lightning sparks of sensation at this point, so mostly it just aroused him. So few people had ever touched him, and while Zevran only made physical contact on his own terms, he was the most willing to touch of any of them.
He leaned towards Zevran, almost tilting sideways, but he planted a hand on Zevran's thigh just in time.
"Sorry," he mumbled, face a few inches away from Zevran's. "Oh-- you smell good too
( ... )
And then Zevran was kissing him, and it was the most amazing feeling ever. It was warm, and soft, and he had a lapful of sensual elf. He didn't know where to put his hands, and settled for resting them lightly on Zevran's shoulders.
He was terrified he'd scare the other man off, especially when Zevran shifted in his lap and... and things happened. He could feel his skin grow even hotter with embarrassment.
He pulled away. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean--" and then Zevran shifted his weight again, delightful and deliberate and oh, Maker, he was doing it on purpose!
He whimpered.
"I would have thought you too wine addled for that," Zevran said, smiling, or smirking.
"It's okay then?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Oh, you are too sweet, Alistair," he responded, before backing away.
"Wait, what--?"
"Lay down, tesoro. I will make it better."
Alistair couldn't help but comply, laying back gingerly. He gasped a little as Zevran pulled down his trousers, and a hand not his own touched him there"And hygienis, too," Zevran mused, and
( ... )
And then there was sensation again, soft and warm and gentle, and he propped himself on his elbows to see Zevran-- with his mouth-- and it was hard to think.
Zevran's lips were red and slick with spit, and his tongue was pinker, trailing out to lick at his cock and all Alistair could do was groan and watch, his hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to touch Zevran, to trail fingers along his jaw, to feel his tongue on them too, and he wondered if this sort of thing were common in Antiva.
Of it's own volition, his hand reached up to cup Zevran's cheek. "Maker," he breathed, the blasphemy dropping easily from his lips. After all... that was a minor sin compared to... And then Zevran closed his lips around Alistair again, and Alistair bit his lip and tried not to sob.
It felt so good, better than anything he'd ever felt before. Heat was gathering in his belly and his balls, and he knew what was coming next. He tapped at Zevran's cheek to get him to move away, but Zevran smiled around him, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and that was
( ... )
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That...was...awesome.
You took the words right out of my mouth. er... so to speak.
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There had been some sort of clear red wine, a 'barolo' Zevran had called it, that made his fingertips tingle and his cheeks hot and his mind slow, and he couldn't help leaning towards the elf and saying "You're pretty. Your hair... is pretty."
If it had been anyone else, he'd have been deeply mortified. As it was, Zevran had laughed and said "Thank you, my dear Warden," and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You are not hard on the eyes yourself."
The light brush of lips against his cheek should have made him pull away, but the wine had reduced him to lightning sparks of sensation at this point, so mostly it just aroused him. So few people had ever touched him, and while Zevran only made physical contact on his own terms, he was the most willing to touch of any of them.
He leaned towards Zevran, almost tilting sideways, but he planted a hand on Zevran's thigh just in time.
"Sorry," he mumbled, face a few inches away from Zevran's. "Oh-- you smell good too ( ... )
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He was terrified he'd scare the other man off, especially when Zevran shifted in his lap and... and things happened. He could feel his skin grow even hotter with embarrassment.
He pulled away. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean--" and then Zevran shifted his weight again, delightful and deliberate and oh, Maker, he was doing it on purpose!
He whimpered.
"I would have thought you too wine addled for that," Zevran said, smiling, or smirking.
"It's okay then?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Oh, you are too sweet, Alistair," he responded, before backing away.
"Wait, what--?"
"Lay down, tesoro. I will make it better."
Alistair couldn't help but comply, laying back gingerly. He gasped a little as Zevran pulled down his trousers, and a hand not his own touched him there"And hygienis, too," Zevran mused, and ( ... )
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Zevran's lips were red and slick with spit, and his tongue was pinker, trailing out to lick at his cock and all Alistair could do was groan and watch, his hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to touch Zevran, to trail fingers along his jaw, to feel his tongue on them too, and he wondered if this sort of thing were common in Antiva.
Of it's own volition, his hand reached up to cup Zevran's cheek. "Maker," he breathed, the blasphemy dropping easily from his lips. After all... that was a minor sin compared to... And then Zevran closed his lips around Alistair again, and Alistair bit his lip and tried not to sob.
It felt so good, better than anything he'd ever felt before. Heat was gathering in his belly and his balls, and he knew what was coming next. He tapped at Zevran's cheek to get him to move away, but Zevran smiled around him, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and that was ( ... )
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:D
--author
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*puppy eyes*
pleeease?
:)
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Passerby anon totally would like to see the morning after now!
Pretty pretty please?
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