Alistair

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Alistair was avoiding him.

He was (a little) smoother than he used to be, hiding his intentions well. Pretending like he needed to always be by Cullen or Neria or one of the others' sides. But Zevran had known Alistair a very long time. He could read him the way no one else--not even Elissa, a fact which Zevran took especially pride in--could.

And Alistair? Was definitely avoiding him. Ever since Zevran had been injured trying to protect him, he'd been acting very strange--strained. Uncertain. Fumbling with feelings? There was really only one way to find out.

(Well, no, that wasn't true, but there was only one way Zevran wanted to try. Besides, he had gotten used to sleeping on an actual bed--all these nights curled in rafters or on stone were making him miss their nice little flat in Antiva even more.)

It was late at night, verging on very early morning, when he slipped in through the window. Alistair's bedroom was dark, quiet. He slept curled on his side, blanket tangled about his legs. Zevran moved on silent feet, wary of waking the other man. He slipped off his armor and soft leather shoes, then crawled into bed, light as a feather. Alistair shifted and mumbled, but Zevran had perfected the art of not waking this man, and before long they were curled together in bed.

He let out a soft sigh, relaxing. Finally at peace.

Closing his eyes, lungs filled with the scent of Alistair, he gave himself to sleep.

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Zevran's expression softened, and he slid his fingers into Alistair's hair...and slithered gracefully into his lap, straddling his waist. "Thank you," he said simply before leaning in to kiss a very secret, very sensitive spot just beneath Alistair's ear.

His tongue flickered over it knowingly. It paid to have a few months' experience with this man's body under his belt.

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Alistair blinked in surprise when Zevran helped himself to his lap, but he didn't try to dissuade him. But the kiss caught him by surprise.

Lips and tongue hitting it just right, in a way no one had ever-- he tilted his head, giving Zevran more room, even as a low groan rumbled in his chest. He gripped at the slim hips atop him, needing something to hold onto and finding Zevran right there.

"Not fair," he muttered, neck arching toward Zevran's mouth.

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"No," he agreed with a chuckle, very deliberately rocking his hips forward once, twice--just to test Alistair's reaction to the tease of friction.

He lightly raked his teeth along the arc of Alistair's neck.

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Alistair is responsive. The teasing rock, the scrape of teeth, it coils sensation from his neck to his groin and the flush of blood isn't just in his ears, though it's worse when he realizes how swiftly he's getting hard from Zevran's weight in his lap.

His hands move restlessly, circling back and then up, just barely brushing what would be considered ass before settling on Zevran's waist. "I'm not sure--" he broke off, biting his lip, hands squeezing. He would ruin it by talking about how he was going to ruin it if he let himself. He knew he would.

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Zevran nuzzled Alistair's neck, kissing softly just beneath his ear. "Then I will not," he promised. He didn't move away, but he didn't continue teasing Alistair either. Instead, he twined his arms around the other man's neck--legs wrapped around his waist--and rested his head on Alistair's shoulder, letting the heat simmer between them without stirring it higher.

Even he could be good with enough provocation.