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]

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.

[exiledalistair]

It was intense, and it was honest something Alistair was suddenly unsure he'd ever had before, and hadn't really expected from the assassin in his lap. He wanted to gather Zevran closer, kiss him, call him pet names he didn't even know yet. It was a strange, crushing tenderness that coiled with the aftershocks of pleasure and became confusing.

A little scary.

When Zevran had stilled he eased the hand from his ass, and stroked over his hip, as Alistair watched him, almost wary. If hope could be wary. Which, in Alistair's case... yes.

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Zevran was not known for his honesty. Quite the opposite, in fact. But he'd made a promise to give that raw honesty to this man. Whether or not Alistair remembered that promise didn't matter.

Sighing with open, uncomplicated pleasure, Zevran wrapped his arms around Alistair's neck and leaned in to press soft, sweet kisses along his temple. "You can trust me, Alistair. You are the only person in Thedas who can."

[exiledalistair]

"I'm a lucky man." At any other time Alistair might have said that, it would have been with a sardonic lilt, but now there was a warmth in it that was remarkably uncomplicated in all the gooey gratitude it seemed to hold.

His arms slid around Zevran, pulling him tight up against his chest, burrowing his face against his ear, in the damp strands of his hair. "And it works out nicely, because you are the only person in Thedas - or wherever - that I do trust."

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He hummed in perfect contentment, nuzzling like a cat. "Then it is good we found ourselves together, no?"

[exiledalistair]

"It is good you found me." Alistair kissed Zevran's ear, a delicate nibble at the other line of the taper towards the tip. One of his hands stroked slow lines down Zevran's back.

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The purr changed timbre. "Mm, you are already ready to go again?" he teased, tipping his face to nip at Alistair's chin. "This is ambitious, mi caro."

[exiledalistair]

Alistair colored at the suggestion, shiftng with embarrassment. Given another ten minutes and a glass of water he probably could. It had been a fair while since he'd been with anyone, especially anyone he had any feelings for, he was young and a Warden, but mostly he didn't want to stop petting Zevran's skin.

"That's something I've never been accused of before. Ambition." He snorted, and let his hands settle, loose and idle on Zevran's hips.

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Zevran laughed--a light, unselfconscious sound--and happily twined his arms tight around Alistair's neck, head resting on his own bicep, content to let Alistair take most of his weight. "Tonight we will prove them wrong, no?"

[exiledalistair]

The way Zevran settled, seeming... satisfied. It made Alistair slide his arms around him again, pulling him a little closer, and lean back against the seat, relaxing into the heated water. "I'm not sure they meant... um... well that when they said it." He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, a little smile in the corners of his mouth, "But if you like?"

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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."