"Really?" It shouldn't come as a surprise that Alistair would toss something like that about so casually, mean it, and think nothing of what Zevran might wish. If he were the true kind of ass he knows himself capable of being he had a list. As he's here, caged in with warmth and sentiment and laughing at Alistair's attempt to still his hand-
He knows what he wants. "With you, Alistair. Not to you."
An important distinction. His thumb gives one last lazy flick before he reaches down to unlace his own leathers, hitching them down and open, easing his inked cock into the light between them. Carefully he untangles their fingers, twisting his hand about to grasp Alistair's wrist and guide his hand into place. Shape his fingers around the heated length of him- and show without reservation or fear the shuddering ripple that runs through him, the catch in his breath, the darkening of his eyes.
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Date: 2016-02-19 05:20 pm (UTC)He knows what he wants. "With you, Alistair. Not to you."
An important distinction. His thumb gives one last lazy flick before he reaches down to unlace his own leathers, hitching them down and open, easing his inked cock into the light between them. Carefully he untangles their fingers, twisting his hand about to grasp Alistair's wrist and guide his hand into place. Shape his fingers around the heated length of him- and show without reservation or fear the shuddering ripple that runs through him, the catch in his breath, the darkening of his eyes.