"Only sometimes, never about anything important." Which this isn't- not truly. Not in a way that matters as they have sorted it out more or less. Alistair cares, wants and Zevran...
Zevran has never truly been able to deny Alistair something he has asked for. He does it so rarely and no small part of him has wondered what it might be like to have him. To have those hands trace his tattoos in more than idle curiosity, to have his mouth on his jaw instead of caught in his hair in the middle of the night. None of his imaginings will do him justice- even how he had assumed Alistair would kiss is wrong.
Nothing Zevran has considered or knew of men or of Alistair in particular can prepare him for this.
"...yes." Agreeing automatically and without thought would've been habit- this is equally cautious, equally wondering. He wishes to see where this goes.
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Zevran has never truly been able to deny Alistair something he has asked for. He does it so rarely and no small part of him has wondered what it might be like to have him. To have those hands trace his tattoos in more than idle curiosity, to have his mouth on his jaw instead of caught in his hair in the middle of the night. None of his imaginings will do him justice- even how he had assumed Alistair would kiss is wrong.
Nothing Zevran has considered or knew of men or of Alistair in particular can prepare him for this.
"...yes." Agreeing automatically and without thought would've been habit- this is equally cautious, equally wondering. He wishes to see where this goes.