He does not laugh- he isn't ticklish and for a moment he wishes he was- that it hadn't been trained out of him. That he hadn't been shaped for this with such a thorough hand. All these little things he cannot give honestly or easily because of the crows, all these little things Alistair deserves to have in a lover.
Lingering is impossible when he doesn't look- doesn't watch or wonder or appreciate in the usual manner.
Of course he doesn't, it's Alistair, he has ever had his own way of doing things. Such as rolling him onto the bed. Distracted by the kiss Zevran doesn't have time to wonder at what Alistair is playing at, what his plan might be- the first sign of lift has his legs hooking around is waist out of reflex. He's done this before. Done it thousand times but no while so uncertain, not while laughing and meaning it against lips he wants to kiss for the rest of his days.
"You could have simply rolled me over, you know." Propped up on his elbows he stares and some of the old lessons settle in- the position is familiar and he needs that shield right now. Just for a little while longer as he tips one leg in close enough to run his thigh along Alistair's hips. Both of them cannot be shy in this. Nothing'll get done. "I am willing to argue for an eighth."
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Date: 2016-01-21 09:29 am (UTC)Lingering is impossible when he doesn't look- doesn't watch or wonder or appreciate in the usual manner.
Of course he doesn't, it's Alistair, he has ever had his own way of doing things. Such as rolling him onto the bed. Distracted by the kiss Zevran doesn't have time to wonder at what Alistair is playing at, what his plan might be- the first sign of lift has his legs hooking around is waist out of reflex. He's done this before. Done it thousand times but no while so uncertain, not while laughing and meaning it against lips he wants to kiss for the rest of his days.
"You could have simply rolled me over, you know." Propped up on his elbows he stares and some of the old lessons settle in- the position is familiar and he needs that shield right now. Just for a little while longer as he tips one leg in close enough to run his thigh along Alistair's hips. Both of them cannot be shy in this. Nothing'll get done. "I am willing to argue for an eighth."