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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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.

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Zevran surged up into the kiss, returning it with every bit of passion and talent he had. Maker, he wanted Alistair to feel so good. He wanted him wild with it, broken and remade with it. He twined their tongues together in something close to a tease even as he shifted his grip, dropping his other hand and drawing their cocks together--doubled fists stroking them together with a practiced twist of the wrist.

[exiledalistair]

A breathless groan escaped Alistair as their cocks came together and one of his hands wound into Zevran's hair, pulling down as he thrust up into the circled of his hands. His put his mouth back on Zevran's neck, panting, trailing lips and teeth up to his ear before catching the lobe and sucking on it hard.

He was a coiled spring of desire, of pleasure, he wasn't going to last long, and he wasn't sure if he should try to tamp it back. It was wildfire under his skin, this want he'd been torturing himself with for weeks.

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Zevran was panting hard, responding to Alistair's need. He could last for hours--he was trained to, so it was no real comment on his virility--if he wanted to, but with Alistair, he often chose to go over the falls with his lover. It was better that way, often, to lose himself in tandum, to give himself over to the rush of sensation.

"Yes," Zevran breathed, voice shaking. "Ah, Alistair, yes. Later, I wish you to press me down against the mattress. I wish you to bite along my shoulders, my back, as your fingers spread me open for your cock. Oh, how you will feel as you push inside me, fuck me, take me, claim me, hands holding my hips steady as you slide deeper and deeper--"

[exiledalistair]

The tide of glorious filth that Zevran was gasping drove Alistair harder, imagining doing that and finding he wanted to. Wanted to do whatever he could to make Zevran feel like Alistair felt now, like he was ringing like a bell that was about to crack with it, all want and nothing else.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of Zevran's jaw that was terribly tender for how hard his hands were gripping, one in his hair, one on his hip. He let his fingers rake along the crack of his ass, the scrape of callouses only, his nails trimmed too close to bite.

"Zev- Zevran I'm going to... Please-" He wasn't sure what he was asking for, though this never, ever stopping might be nice.

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"Inside me," Zevran begged, writhing at the touch, riding the unsubtle, wonderful brush of those callouses. "Please, please, mi caro, por favor, press your finger inside me, open me, claim me, I will come--with you, I will--"

He was a wild thing, giving up his usual graceful control, allowing Alistair to see him raw and shuddering and vulnerable. More than anything he wanted to Alistair to know he trusted him that much. "Love you, please."

[exiledalistair]

Maker, Zevran was beautiful like this, coming apart and pleading. Alistair's hand slid down, gentler this time, brushing the cleft and then finding his entranced, pressing against the pucker with his blunt finger, surprised at the softness, the yield.

He pressed firmly enough to let the tip breach him, careful, slow. "Fuck, Zevran. You're so-- you're amazing." He sounded wrecked, his face hoarse and shaking. "Tell me if it's wrong." Without anything to ease the way other than the water they were in he didn't try for thrusting, or friction, wasn't sure he'd know exactly what to do if he did try.

But he pressed deeper, past the second knuckle and because he wasn't a fool, and had heard things particularly working with mercenaries, he crooked it, hoping hoping that he'd find that spot they talked about.

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He met Alistair's eyes, lips parted, lick. Hips moving in short undulations, Zevran reached down to grasp Alistair's wrist and subtly changed the angle. "Forward more, my-- Yes, you are closer, that is it. That is--"

His body tightened as he gasped, eyes going darker. "That is it. Alistair, yes."

[exiledalistair]

Alistair did as he was directed with an eager gleam, especially when Zevran began to stammer, letting his finger brush and nudge in slow, gentle twitches in the same rhythm as they rocked. His other arm moved down to circle around Zevran's back, holding him steady as he thrust against his cock.

"I want to do everything to you, Zevran," he muttered hoarsely, leaning forward to kiss the top of his shoulder. "You're so blasted beautiful." He turned his head, catching the elf's earlobe in his teeth again, breath coming harder as he settled back into rhythm. He sucked slowly off the earlobe, watching Zevran's face, his own starting to twist as he drew close again.

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Zevran managed to keep his grip on Alistair's cock tight, following the rhythm of his hips--multitasking beautifully despite the way he was visibly falling apart in his arms.

"I'm going to come, mi caro," Zevran breathed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. "Come with me."

[exiledalistair]

Alistair nodded, a fervent jerk of his head, eyes staying open, fixed hard on Zevran's face. He bucked up, finger pressing forward at the same moment and flew apart with a ragged groan of Zevran's name, cock pulsing in his hand.

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Zevran breathed his name, giving himself over to pleasure. Unlike with anyone else, he kept is eyes on Alistair's, wanting to stay with him as they came--flushing and uncomfortable, yet so very good, at the intensity of it.