Whining, but also quiet. He pushes his nose into Zevran's cheek. It's not entirely unlike a dog trying to tell another to knock it off.
"I have half an idea what I'm doing."
And the half he doesn't know—which is the bottom half, to be specific—he's imagined. He'll figure it out. Surely this will be easier and less terrifying than his other first time, trying to learn what to do with a woman without even having had his own body to practice on—
That might not be what Zevran meant. Alistair falls still, considering, cheek to cheek and exhaling over Zevran's ear.
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Whining, but also quiet. He pushes his nose into Zevran's cheek. It's not entirely unlike a dog trying to tell another to knock it off.
"I have half an idea what I'm doing."
And the half he doesn't know—which is the bottom half, to be specific—he's imagined. He'll figure it out. Surely this will be easier and less terrifying than his other first time, trying to learn what to do with a woman without even having had his own body to practice on—
That might not be what Zevran meant. Alistair falls still, considering, cheek to cheek and exhaling over Zevran's ear.
"I can prove it," he offers.