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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[exiledalistair]

Alistair's hands had closed automatically around the towel, and then he was cursing himself five kinds of idiot because he could have had his hands free to sweep around Zevran and drag him up against him while he was doing that ridiculous, delicious thing with his teeth and his tongue.

Of course... it was only a towel.

Alistair frowned down at it, and then dropped it between their feet. He caught Zevran's face in both hands, tipping it so that he could lean down, crowding into his space, and kiss him in a heated, heavy press of his mouth, lips slightly parted. Artless, perhaps, but passionate.

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Zevran took full advantage, arching up against Alistair's body--cleaving them together, all slick, naked limbs. His arms slipped around his body as he kissed back, hands pushing beneath the hem of his shirt to drag up bare skin even as he licked into Alistair's mouth.

Maker, he tasted good. He'd been trying to be respectful and almost chaste, but right here, right now, Zevran was wanton carnality personified. He teased Alistair's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it almost roughly, tugging at the root in a wickedly suggestive way even as his hips rocked up against the other man's.

[exiledalistair]

The way that Zevran's mouth worked his made Alistair's groan. One of his arms slid down around his slim waist and dragged him up against Alistair's chest harder, nearly off the ground and when that wicked mouth sucked on his tongue, his other hand gripped lower and lifted.

Alistair was more than strong enough to lift him that way, arm supporting his hips and another at his waist. His swordsman's callouses dragged, rough and greedy, over the swell of Zevran's ass as he gripped him and carried him back toward the tub.

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Zevran loved being manhandled. It was one of his favorite things about being with a human warrior. He hummed happily, wriggling just enough to lift his legs and wrap his thighs around Alistair's waist. The movement dragged their cocks together hard, which earned another pleased sound and a more deliberate roll of his hips.

[exiledalistair]

The writhing Zevran was doing was distracting in more than one way, and Alistair had to break the kiss to take a deep, steadying breath. He hitched Zevran up just a touch more, the hand under his ass bearing more of the weight, and with his other hand he started unlacing the neck of his loose shirt.

"If you keep wiggling I'm going to drop you," he grumbled before lowering his mouth to top of Zevran's shoulder, biting lightly at the muscle there, tongue dragging in a wet slide over heated, slick skin. "You're like an eel. No, those are disgusting. An otter?" He sucked along the tendon, over the pulse point, just shy of marking that perfect, dusky skin.

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"Mmm, yes, comparing me to an otter is much less disgusting as you do that," he teased, arching his neck with a low moan. This...this was wonderful.

"You may be rougher. I very much would like to see your mark on me," Zevran added in a low, throaty murmur.

[exiledalistair]

Alistair's arm trembled at the suggestion that he mark Zevran, and he dragged in a slow breath, breathing in his skin. "Can I take my shirt off first? Because I definitely want to do that if that's what you'd-- yes. But, I stink, and the tub is right there, and we'd be slippy and naked, and warm, and did I mention naked?"

He leaned his head back, looking at Zevran, the green in his eyes lost in the dark glaze of want. He looked dazed at how many words he'd managed to get out.

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Zevran gave a breathless laugh, kissing Alistair hard before pulling back just enough to get great handfulls of his shirt. He yanked it up and off, purring in open approval when golden, freckled skin was revealed.

He tossed it aside, hands smoothing down Alistair's skin, nails digging lightly across his shoulders. "Pants," he murmured.

[exiledalistair]

"I'll have to put you down for that." There was a note of complaint in Alistair's voice at that, because the last thing he wanted now that he'd taken the step to hold him, was to let Zevran go.

But he wanted the naked thing a fair sight more. He kissed Zevran again, slick tongue growing bolder against the elf's, before he carefully released him.

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Zevran's eyes gleamed wickedly as he was set to his feet before Alistair...and then very slowly, very deliberately slid to his knees. He leaned in, eyes locked with Alistair's, and brushed his lips over his clothed erection, teasing.

[exiledalistair]

The brush of lips over his the hard ridge of his cock made Alistair clench his teeth against the embarrassing moan that was trying to make its way out of his chest. His eyes fluttered, but he kept his gaze on Zevran, and he hesitantly reached for the laces of his breeches.

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He dragged his tongue slowly (so, so slowly) up the straining cloth even as Alistair began unlacing his breeches, his hands dragging up his thighs. Zevran was still playing everything by ear, uncertain how far this would go--ready to pull back again if needed.

[exiledalistair]

There was no way for Alistair to hold back the guttural noise this time, a rumbling grunt in his chest and throat. One of his hands moved to thread into Zevran's damp hair, cupping the top of his head and holding him still as he shifted back. "Give--" He swallowed hard and then managed a smile down at the kneeling man. "Give me a moment."

He released Zevran, and awkwardly toed his boot off the back of one heel, then he had to balance, fumble to get it off with one hand, then the other. He was managing very well considering his knees had started to quake and he wasn't sure he could feel his extremities.

Well, one of them he could definitely feel. Once his bare feet were on the wet floor he returned his gaze to Zevran and pushed his pants down over his hips. No smalls. Why bother, he was just coming to bathe, and now... well that seemed rather dirty minded he realized. His cheeks and ears burned.

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Zevran watched Alistair with bright, focused interest. He bit his bottom lip as the boots were kicked away, then the breeches. When Alistair's cock sprung free and Zevran realized he hadn't been wearing any smalls, the wicked grin grew.

Oh, nice. Very, very nice.

Looking up through his lashes, nothing but heat in his eyes, Zevran leaned closer and brushed the very tip of his tongue across the sensitized head of Alistair's cock, teasing the slit for just an instant before he sat back on his heels again, licking his lips.

[exiledalistair]

The way Zevran watched him, like he was something to be devoured, made Alistair's scalp tingle with want. And then the flick of his tongue, and his cock was twitching where it bobbed just off his abdomen.

His hand flexed, gripped his own hip, and he nodded toward the tub of steaming, recirculating water. "You don't mind if we...?" he asked, voice catching, though thankfully not breaking like he was a bloody adolescent.

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Zevran rose gracefully, arms twining around Alistair's neck as he pressed close. "I am yours to do with as you wish," he murmured, one thigh lifting to hook around Alistair's waist.

[exiledalistair]

This time when Alistair lifted Zevran, dragging their hips together it was skin rubbing against skin as their cocks slid past each other. His arms tightened around the lithe body in his arms hard enough that he almost dropped him in his haste to correct. "Sorry," he muttered, expression sheepish.

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Zevran gave a soft, throaty laugh. "I do not mind," he murmured, deliberately rocking his hips forward. "There are times when I like gentle, and there are times when I like to count the bruises on my skin after and wear them like your signature."

[exiledalistair]

The rock of Zevran's hips drew another almost pained noise from Alistair's throat. It wasn't pain, except trying to hold it back so that he wasn't completely embarrassed. "And this time?" he asked, letting his arms tighten again, not crushing tight, but enough to make the muscles banding around Zevran flex and bunch, hard muscle made harder with his effort at control.

He stepped into the pool carefully, making sure he had his footing before lowering them both into the steaming water

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Zevran drew in a breath, lashes fluttering as his eyes closed. "This time," he murmured, head tipping back in welcome; the long sweep of his hair dangled toward the steaming water. "I want you to be able to look at me tomorrow and know you have claimed me, mi amo."

[exiledalistair]

"Maker's breath, Zevran." Alistair dipped his head to kiss his throat, slowly, gently, feather-light brushes of his lips to his jaw and then back down. As he went he grew bolder, mouth opening, tongue dragging in short laps over his pulse, then his collar bone.

As he kissed he settled let his hands roam, the water supporting part of Zevran's weight, so his fingers were free to explore. The dip of his waist, the angle of his shoulder blades, the firm swell of his ass. He filled both of his broad, calloused hands with that warm, supple flesh, and gave into the impulse to suck harder against the soft join of Zevran's shoulder, mouth becoming demanding as his fingers bit in a way that was almost possessive.

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Zevran made low, encouraging noises all the while. He knew how to be silent as the grave in bed, but he also knew a man like Alistair needed to know what he was doing was right, felt good.

He didn't give into theatrics--he didn't want Alistair to think this was a game to him--but he let himself breathe out a sigh or arch sinuously forward or moan.

And then, then Alistair became rough, he shuddered and strained to get closer, nails suddely digging into those broad, freckled shoulders. "Ah!" Zevran cried, bucking his hips against Alistair's. "Alistair, yes." And, knowing sometimes it helped to beg prettily: "Please."

[exiledalistair]

Alistair was used to taking direction. Elissa had been a bossy lover and Alistair had been utterly inexperienced. Zevran's encouragement, his invitation, the way he offered was awakening things in him that he hadn't known were there.

His teeth bit into the join of Zevran's shoulder and neck, a hard nip, and a sharp scrape that he closed the slick, wet heat of his mouth over immediately, a noise of need and apology in his throat. He managed, somehow to find the shaped seat on the edge of the pool and settled into it, the water rising to their chests.

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Zevran keened, one hand sliding between them to wrap tight around Alistair's cock, squeezing in just the perfect way to let him know just how much he liked his rough play.

It helped, Zevran figured, to build those positive feedback loops. Not to mention he loved the feel of Alistair's cock in his hand, thick and straining and hot against his fingers as he stroked him with just the right amount of pressure.

[exiledalistair]

The keen, the stroking, it was all perfectly encouraging and Alistair ran his mouth lower, scraping his teeth over Zevran's collarbone. He bucked his hips under Zevran at the way his hand twisted around him in the hot water. It was perfect.

He wanted more of that. More touch and skin and taste and wicked tongue. He raised a hand to the back of Zevran's head and caught him in a rough kiss, teeth catching Zevran's lip, then his tongue in a gentle scrape, before claiming his mouth with his own tongue, lapping deep and relentlessly.