Alistair- likely fairly NSFW

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Zevran had been behaving. This in itself was enough of a marvel. The fact that behaving in this case meant keeping his hands to himself and accepting whatever little crumbs of affection Alistair felt ready to give was...mind-boggling, truly.

But he could read the uncertainty in every line of Alistair's body, and he was remarkably patient despite his own claims to the contrary. So he kept his hands to himself, he didn't push, and he was patient.

...yet that didn't mean he intended to allow Alistair to ignore that spark between them. And now that some time had passed, it seemed the other man needed a reminder. A very pointed, very attractive, very naked reminder.

Which is why, when Alistair stepped into the bathing room at his usual time, it was already hot with steam. As if by pure accident, Zevran was standing from the large round bathing pool the moment Alistair stepped inside--back to him, dark lines of his tattoo swirling down his back, his flank, drawing the eye just as the rivulets of water sluicing along dusky skin drew the eye.

His hair was loose and damp, clinging to his (bare) shoulders. His (bare) ass, if Zevran did so say himself, was perfect. In fact, he would make a strong argument that all of him was perfect. He was betting on Alistair thinking the same.

Zevran looked over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind Alistair, knowing his muscles played beautifully beneath his skin. "Alistair," he murmured. Just that.

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"Oh," he promised, nuzzling, "I like very much."

[exiledalistair]

Alistair's thoughts drifted as he basked, muscles loose and relaxed, one hand reaching up to wind a piece of Zevran's hair idly around his finger.

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He was silent for a long time, content to just sprawl over Alistair and be petted. Eventually, he kissed Alistair's collarbone and murmured, "You seem happy."

[exiledalistair]

"Happy?" Alistair lifted his head, blinking as he found all his muzzy, scattered thoughts and scooped them into a pile.

Somehow he managed to look slightly embarrassed at the accusation of happiness, blushing even as his lips twitched. "Is that what this ache is?" He rubbed the heel of his hand into his chest. "I was worried I'd eaten something strange that weirdly agreed with me."

He caught the corner of Zevran's jaw with his palm, and leaned down to kiss him without reservation, ardor and tenderness in the press of his lips, the slick glide of his tongue.

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"Mmmm," he hummed into the kiss, responding immediately, unreservedly. When it broke enough to speak, Zevran grinned wickedly against Alistair's mouth. "It is true. It may be all that cheese instead."

[exiledalistair]

"You say that as if cheese isn't the secret to happiness." Alistair's eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled into another, shorter kiss. "Well, and this. Cheese and this." His thumb traced the line of Zevran's tattoo up over his cheekbone, eyes following it, darting to details of the line of his brow, the dip in his nose, as if memorizing them. Or noticing them for the first time.

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That earned a truly happy smile. "Does this extend to the bedroom, where we will not turn into raisins to go with that cheese?" Zevran teased lightly, reaching up to brush his fingertips across Alistair's lips. Maker, how he'd missed this.

[exiledalistair]

Watching Zevran's honest, truthful happiness was doing things to Alistair's heart. He could make him smile like that? With his stupid jokes and his inexpert touches? He kissed those fingers as they brushed past his lips, and was probably blushing, but the prolonged heat of the water had turned him mostly red underneath his freckles anyway.

"This extends wherever you are, Zevran." Alistair winced slightly at how sappy, how adolescent it sounded, for all the sentiment was genuine. He cleared his throat and tried to recover. "And in this case, yes, like raisins. I haven't actually washed yet. You did a credible assassination of my bath."