Who: Alistair Theirin and Zevran Arainai What: Post Archdemon Slaying Conversation and First Times When: Backdated: Wednesday, March 19th. Evening Where: Zevran's House Rating: High Status: Complete!
After the battle against the Archdemon. After Alistair had watched Maia kill it, Alistair had realized that he’d been petty over the whole thing with Maia and Zevran and had they not done what they did, he would have watched his friend die along with the Archdemon and he wouldn’t have been able to do that. He wouldn’t have been able to bear it. He knew he had to talk to Zevran. He had to find him once they got out of the mine. It hadn’t taken long to find him, but the trip to Zevran’s house had been in silence, because this wasn’t a conversation to be had on the move.
After arriving at Zevran’s, Alistair had wanted to talk then, but he’d needed to shower first. He was dirty and sweaty and had darkspawn blood all over himself. He stayed under the hot spray of water for a long time, cataloguing all the injuries he could find, which weren’t nearly as bad as they felt, considering the armor he’d been wearing. It wasn’t until he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist that he realized that be didn’t actually have a change of clothes and Zevran’s clothes more than likely wouldn’t fit him, not that they would have fit him even before he’d bulked up as a result of the dreams. His muscles had become more well defined over the course of a week, which still baffled him, but he had to admit that he looked good.
Leaving the bathroom, he made his way to Zevran’s room, not entirely sure that the elf would be in there, “Zev?”
Zev was. He was naked, in front of a full length mirror, trying to stop the bleeding on a wound he’d suffered on his leg. He was mostly succeeding, via putting a great deal of pressure down on some gauze, waiting until it soaked through, and repeating. Eventually he just packed the wound with some more clean gauze, wrapping that with some more gauze, and then more pressure. It hurt, but he didn’t want to fuss or worry anyone.
Having watched Zevran’s movies before, Alistair had seen him naked on more than one occasion, but having him standing there, right in front of him was so much different than watching a prerecorded film. Alistair’s eyes wandered over his body for a moment, flushing slightly, but more concerned with the bruises and wounds that adorned his boyfriend’s skin, “Are you alright?” He hadn’t noticed the wound on Zevran’s leg before now.
“I will be fine,” Zev smiled. It stung, but as long as the bleeding stopped he’d be okay. He winced as he bent his knee, then moved toward the bed to lay down. Normally he’d try not to be naked in front of Alistair so soon into their relationship, but he was bleeding and he needed a shower. But to hell with it. He wanted to lay down and rest for at least a moment.
“Are you sure?” Alistair was more concerned with Zevran’s injury than with the fact that he was naked. Making sure that his towel was secure, he came around to sit down beside him, “Why didn’t you say something before?” They hadn’t really talked much in the last few days, but Alistair had been worried about Zevran the entire time he’d been down in the mine with Maia and the others. “That looks pretty bad.” He reached up and brushed Zev’s hair away from his face.
“It’s not as bad as it looks. I did not want anyone to fuss,” Zev smiled. He reached out to stroke Alistair’s cheek, smiling to himself. “I feel as if I could sleep for a week. How are you? Did you get hurt?” Alistair had armor, but Zev only had leather. It was why he’d gotten a bit scratched up.
“A little bruised up, but otherwise I’m okay.” He was gonna hurt in the morning, but for right now it was mostly bruises, “Not fussing leads to infections, which leads to gangrene and I don’t think you’d look as attractive with one leg.” He teased, leaning forward to press a kiss against Zevran’s lips, “I’m sorry.”
“That’s a fair thing to say. I put some antiseptic on it, so I should be all right.” He curled up closer to Alistair, liking how warm he was and how cleaned he smelled. “If I need to, I will make sure I go to a doctor.”
“Good. At least you’re not as stubborn as most guys, who refuse to go to the hospital cause they think they can handle it,” After the way things had been for the few days, Alistair was happy to have Zevran so close and barely even registered the fact that the other man was naked. He wasn’t sure if it was because Zevran appeared to be tired or if he just hadn’t heard him or didn’t realize what he was apologizing for, so he repeated himself, “Zev, I’m sorry.”
Eyes closed, Zevran smiled. “For what, Alistair? You have nothing to be sorry about as far as I can tell.”
“Yes, I do.” Alistair hadn’t expected to have this conversation while he was wearing only a towel and Zevran was naked, but it seemed like as good a time as any for it, “I’m sorry about how I acted over everything with you and Maia. I was jealous, but I realized when I watched her kill the Archdemon that I wouldn’t have been able to watch her die.”
Turning to face Alistair, Zev ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair and leaned closer so he could kiss him. “I understand why you were upset. I did not want to do it, but I did not want her to die. I just ... closed my eyes and wished it was you.” It was also part of why he’d quit porn; it was obvious he wasn’t into it much anymore.
Alistair closed his eyes as Zevran kissed him, laughing softly as his boyfriend spoke after, “I’m sure it wasn’t exactly like it would be with me.” He brought his hand up to cup Zevran’s cheek, “It makes sense though, that you’d offer. Maia shouldn’t have had to do that with someone she didn’t know. I might still be new to the dreams from our world, but when it comes down to it, we’re kind of like family.”
That made Zev smile, and he chuckled. “Exactly. Only now a bit more literally. I figure we will be the child’s silly uncles.” Every kid needed awesome uncles, right?
Alistair smiled and nodded, “Just one more thing that will make my father’s head explode when and if he finds out.” He didn’t know when he was going to tell him about Zevran, but he knew he was going to do it eventually. “Now, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll be here….still in this towel cause I have nothing else to wear.”
“Do you want me to have someone bring you something?” Zev thought to himself, wondering which friends he could call to get Alistair some clothes. He also wondered if he was going to manage to get through the shower; it was probably going to hurt like hell.
Alistair thought for a moment before shaking his head, “Maybe later. I might just lay down for now.” He watched Zevran for a moment, “Unless you need some help.” He didn’t want Zevran to fall down in the shower or anything. Then he’d have to call 911 and explain why Zevran had a cut in his leg and why they were both covered in bruises.
“I should be fine, thank you.” Zev smiled and figured that he’d just super glue the wound shut until he could get to a hospital. That had worked before. (Zev had had a clumsy period in his early twenties, and couldn’t yet afford insurance. It was easier for him just to use home sealants.)
“Alright, but if you need help, call me. I don’t want you falling over and hitting your head or anything.” Alistair got up off the bed to give Zevran plenty of room to get up, his gaze once again wandering over his body. He couldn’t help it.
“Of course.” Zev was looking forward to actually being clean again. Darkspawn smelled particularly wretched. And he did feel better after showers.
An hour later, Zev was showered, dried, and had rewrapped his wound, which was had stopped bleeding. Putting iodine over it stung, but only for a moment. Returning to his room, still nude, he smiled when he saw Alistair was sleeping. Instead of waking him up, Zev snuck into the bed, laying behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Not really knowing what else to do while Zevran went to shower, Alistair had decided to lay down and after getting under the covers of Zevran’s bed, he’d fallen asleep, not having realized just how tired he was from the day’s events. Being a fairly light sleeper, Alistair stirred when Zevran got into bed behind him and wrapped his arms around him, “Feel better?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder at Zevran.
“I do, yes.” Zev smiled and nuzzled a little more into Alistair’s back. He was warm, and Zev liked to cuddle. “Do you feel a bit less tired?”
“I do.” Yes, Alistair realized that they were both naked, in Zevran’s bed and his pulse rose as he felt the other man’s body against his back. He’d been so nervous about what this would be like, but he had to admit that while he was still nervous, it felt nice. Different, but nice. “Killing Darkspawn can be an exhausting job.”
“You are telling the truth!” Zev chuckled to himself, kissing Alistair between his shoulder blades. “I am glad, however, that you are fine. I was quite worried you would not fare so well.” He just worried about the people he cared about, all the time. It was because he had so few people that he cared about at all.
“It was hard. I’m not as good as in the dreams and I kept thinking that maybe I didn’t belong down there, but I’m glad I went,” A slight shiver went down his spine as Zevran kissed his skin, “I was worried about you too.” He turned slightly so he could look at Zevran without having to twist his neck and kissed him, “And it seems like my worrying was warranted.” He teased, kissing Zevran again. Just the thought that Zevran’s injury could have been worse made Alistair not want to let him go.
“I am fine,” Zev smiled. Kissing was better than talking, so Zev focused on doing that instead of chatting, focused on pulling Alistair closer and wrapping his arms around him a little tighter.
As Alistair turned and moved closer to Zevran, he gasped into the other man’s mouth as their cocks brushed against each other. Any other time he might have moved away and turned bright red, but after everything they’d both been through that day, the last thing Alistair wanted was to move away from Zevran.
Closing his eyes shut tighter, Zev had fully expected Alistair to pull away from him. When he didn’t, he smiled into the other man’s mouth. Zev’s fingers ran down Alistair’s shoulders, still wanting to make sure he touched flesh that was safe, that he didn’t push the other man into anything.
Nothing short of a fire or another Archdemon would make Alistair pull away at that moment and as Zevran’s fingers slid over his skin, goosebumps rose in their wake. They’d touched a little over the last few weeks, since they’d become official, but then they’d been wearing clothes. Now, Alistair could feel every place that Zevran’s body touched his and he used his own fingers to explore his boyfriend’s body.
Hoping that Alistair knew that he’d stop at any time, Zevran nibbled a little at Alistair’s neck, moving a little closer still. He couldn’t help himself, and his hips bucked a little into Alistair’s, sending the same electric jolt down his spine once again.
The combination of Zevran’s mouth on his neck and his hips moving against his caused a moan to escape Alistair’s lips. He was half hard already and not one bit embarrassed by it like he might have been on any other occasion. “Zev….” His heart was racing already and they had barely done much more than kiss and touch, but Zevran had that effect on him even when they weren’t kissing.
“Yes?” Zev leaned back like he’d been shot. “Do you want to stop? We can stop if you wish.” No, he wasn’t feeling guilty for that hip thrust, not at all.
As Zevran pulled back, Alistair brought a hand up to cup his cheek then deliberately brushed his fingers along the shell of his boyfriend’s ear as he shook his head, “No. No, I don’t want to stop.” Without giving Zevran a chance to respond, Alistair leaned in and kissed him, enjoying the way his mouth fit with Zevran’s.
Shuddering when Alistair ran his fingers over his ears, Zev closed his eyes and whimpered loudly. “You did that on purpose,” he cooed, moving closer again. Kissing Alistair was something he could grow obsessed with if he wanted to.
“Maybe,” Alistair couldn’t help but smirk a little as Zevran kissed him back. Ever since Zevran had told him that his ears were more sensitive than others, Alistair had wondered just how sensitive. He’d touched them once before, but only barely, still reluctant when it came to most things to do with sex, but after everything that had happened over the course of the day, Alistair didn’t want to have any regrets when it came to his relationship with Zevran.
Zev clung to him, letting his fingers run over Alistair’s back, up his arms. His lips ghosted over Alistair’s neck, nibbling gently. “You’ll have to tell me if I do anything you dislike.”
Alistair let out a contented sound as Zevran’s fingers ran over his skin and he closed his eyes at the touch of his mouth on his neck, “You’re not doing anything I dislike so far.” Alistair may have been inexperienced, but he’d seen enough of Zev’s movies that he had a pretty good idea of what to do. Moving slightly, he slid his leg between Zevran’s as smoothly as he could manage.
“If I do, stop me.” Rocking his hips a little, Zev closed his eyes, unable to bite back a groan. He closed his eyes whimpering Alistair’s name, then chuckling a little to himself. “I am sorry, it is ... I am not used to having to hold myself back,” he laughed.
“Okay. I will.” He bit his bottom lip as Zevran’s hips moved up against his, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach as his cock hardened further between them, “It’s okay….” Biting his bottom lip again, Alistair leaned in slowly till his lips just barely touched Zevran’s ear, “It’s hot.” His cheeks flushed slightly as his breath ghosted over Zevran’s ear, unsure of how his boyfriend would respond. He’d seen Zevran in various states in his movies, but he couldn’t deny that seeing him like this was ten times hotter than any of those movies.
Blushing, Zev kissed along Alistair’s clavicle and smiled. “Well. I am glad you think so,” he murmured, reaching between them to run his fingers over Alistair’s hip. He wanted to snake his fingers inward, but figured he’d wait to see if Alistair reacted negatively.
At the touch of Zevran’s fingers, the muscles in Alistair’s stomach contracted then relaxed a moment later as Alistair pulled back just enough to gaze into Zevran’s eyes, waiting to see what he’d do next. He knew what he wanted, what he’d been too scared to admit before.
Zev couldn’t help it, and he wet his lower lip as he reached out to wrap his fingers around Alistair’s erection. He met Alistair’s eyes, smiling a little as he started to move his hand. He really hoped Alistair was all right with this, that he’d lean back and enjoy it.
Of course Alistair had jerked off before; he was a guy after all, but Zevran’s hand on his erection felt so different from his own and he couldn’t help it as his hips bucked forward into Zevran’s hand and he whimpered the other man’s name.
It was enough to make the elf grin, and Zev leaned forward to kiss Alistair as he continued to move his clever, longer than normal fingers along Alistair’s length. He liked the noises that Alistair was making, and wanted to make him groan again.
Kissing Zevran back, Alistair groaned into the elf’s mouth. He’d always wondered what it was like to have someone else touch him like this and he could only think that it felt so much better than he’d ever imagined. As Zevran’s hand continued moving along his cock, Alistair felt himself reaching his climax much sooner than he would have liked and reluctantly reached between their bodies and grabbed Zevran’s wrist, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against Zev’s, “Wait…” He panted, eyes still closed.
Taking his hand back, Zev understood what Alistair meant all too well. Instead of continuing, he let his hands move to Alistair’s hips, nibbling gently on the younger man’s neck. He liked that he was able to make his boyfriend whimper; it just seemed right. This was easier than it had been in his last few films, somehow better when he was with someone he cared about.
As Zevran’s hand disappeared Alistair groaned and tilted his head to the side to give Zev more access to his neck, “God...Zev…” It said a lot about Zevran’s abilities that Alistair’s brain was already turning to mush. However, somehow even with a skull full of mush, Alistair knew that he wanted to make Zevran feel just as good as he was making him. With his hand still down by Zevran’s hip, he slid his hand back between them and wrapped his fingers around his boyfriend’s cock.
Smiling to himself, Zev nibbled a bit more enthusiastically at Alistair’s neck, wanting to at least mark him. He just wanted him to remember that they’d lived, that they were all right, that they were together and happy. But he let out a whimper of surprise when he felt calloused fingers that weren’t his around his cock. “Alistair,” he murmured thoughtfully, arching his back and rocking his hips into Alistair’s touch.
Alistair wouldn’t have minded so much if Zevran marked him; it wasn’t as if he had any kind of professional job where he had to cover it up or anything. The sound of Zevran’s whimper caused ripples of pleasure to slide down his spine and he shivered slightly. Alistair had never touched another man before, but he knew what he liked when he did this to himself and despite the angle being a little off, he started stroking slowly. “Is...is that good?” He really didn’t want to mess this up.
Zev nodded. “It is perfect,” he smiled, pulling Alistair closer. “Simply do what you would do to yourself, only ... not.” Handjobs weren’t really that hard to do, or so Zev thought. Sometimes it could take some doing because of his piercing, but hell, Zev was patient.
Having watched quite a few of Zevran’s films, he wasn’t the least bit surprised by his boyfriend’s piercing, but it did feel different in his palm when he stroked over the head of Zev’s cock compared to when he did it to himself. He’d be lying if he said he’d never wondered what it would feel like inside him. Then again, having never had sex, he had no idea if he’d even be able to tell the difference. “Zev…” He wanted to tell him how much he wanted him. How much he wanted this, but he didn’t know how.
It was fine by Zev that Alistair wasn’t speaking; Zev was a bit incapable at the moment as well. His eyes were squinted shut, and he was still rocking his hips insistently against Alistair’s hand, using the bed as leverage to move.
The feel of Zevran's erection in his hand was almost enough to make Alistair forget anything else. Part of him simply wanted to watch the elf come undone from his touch alone, but he knew that if he didn't do this now, he'd lost his nerve and god knows when the next time they'd get this chance would be. "Zev...I...I want you..." It sounded lame to his ears, his tone no longer as confident as it had been before Zevran had started touching him, but he knew that he wanted this.
Smiling to himself, Zev kissed Alistair again and pulled him closer. “How? I am ... well, perhaps a bit on the large side.” He didn’t know if Alistair would want to be on top or bottom, but he figured he’d offer the chance to choose. It was going to be Alistair’s first time. Zev wanted it to be special.
Alistair enjoyed the closeness and it helped to make him feel a little less nervous about the entire situation, “I don’t...I’m inexperienced either way, but I don’t think I can take that” He squeezed Zevran’s cock as he spoke, “Just yet. So, you may have to talk me through what to do at first.” Of course he knew the basics, but knowing and doing were two completely different things.
That made Zev laugh. “It is fairly simple, to be honest. First, give me your fingers.” He smiled, reaching out and rolling over for his wallet. He always kept a few packets of lubricant there, out of habit for shoots that were impromptu, out of doors, and for poorly prepared directors.
Ripping open one of those packets now, Zev slicked over Alistair’s fingers. “So now, you will have to... um. Get me ready?” Wow, it was awkward explaining it to a virgin he cared about. Porn actors, easy, but ... this was humorously awkward.
Alistair bit his bottom lip as he watched Zevran coating his fingers with the lubricant. He knew what he had to do to Zevran, but he’d never even touched himself there and he didn’t want to hurt the elf. “You’ll tell me if I….If I do something wrong?” Not that there was really much he could screw up about this, but he still worried. He didn’t want Zevran to decide, after this, that Alistair was a lost cause.
“Of course. You’ll find I am very communicative,” Zev chuckled. He moved to kiss Alistair, gently squeezing the man’s not-goopy hand. “Probably more than you’d like at times!”
Alistair couldn’t help but chuckle against Zevran’s lips as he kissed him back then moved back to settle between Zevran’s legs. Someday he’d be able to do this without watching what he was doing, but not this time. As he situated himself, he placed his clean hand on Zevran’s leg, rubbing it gently, careful not to touch where he’d been wounded then, biting his bottom lip again, he brought his other hand between Zevran’s legs, the tip of one finger pressing lightly against his entrance, blue eyes flicking up to Zevran’s face to gauge his reaction.
Zev knew that he should probably emote a little more strongly, so it would be easier for Alistair to interpret. So he sighed contentedly (which wasn’t altogether forced) and leaned back against the fluffy pillows on the bed. “I promise, I will not break.”
Alistair paused for a moment before he pressed forward, the tip of his finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle, into Zevran’s body. His gaze moved back down, watching as his finger slid in further, up to the first knuckle then the second, his breath catching in his throat slightly. Zevran’s body was hot and tight around the digit, “Shit…”
“That is usually what I say,” Zev murmured, breathing a bit more deeply. He rocked his hips against Alistair’s hand. He just couldn’t help himself. Somehow, he got a secret thrill from sleeping with Alistair, both from the fact that it was actually happening and also because in his dreams, Zev wouldn’t have thought it would happen.
Alistair chuckled softly, cheeks flushed slightly as he continued sliding his finger in further then slowly slid it out again and back in. He’d seen this done before, so it was too difficult work up a steady rhythm and after a few moments, he added his second finger. It was a little tighter and he couldn’t imagine how Zevran would feel around his cock and he hoped that he didn’t come too quickly when he finally got that far, “How’s that?” He asked, pressing his fingers in as far as they could go.
Arching his back, Zev couldn’t help but groan and grin. He liked that Alistair was talking, was asking for feedback, and Zev nodded. “Will you ... use some on yourself and then hurry.”
“Don’t I need a condom?” Alistair knew all about safe sex and figured that if anyone would know all about it, it would be Zevran as a result of having worked in porn. Then again, Alistair was a virgin and he knew that Zevran had gotten tested regularly.
“Yes, there are some in my wallet.” Zev was sick of waiting, so he wasn’t thinking entirely clearly, but he could see the benefits of being safe.
Removing his fingers from Zevran’s body, Alistair reached for the elf’s wallet and retrieved one of the condoms. He stared at the foil package for a moment before ripping it open and proceeding to roll it on the way he’d seen in sex ed, which seemed like such a long time ago now. Once the condom was on, he located the lube Zevran had used before and slicked himself up, moaning as he stroked himself. He’d never been this aroused before and just hoped that this didn’t end too soon.
Stretching out over Zevran, he positioned himself at his entrance, “Ready?” It was probably a stupid question, but Alistair couldn’t help but ask. However, instead of waiting for a response, he pressed forward, gasping as the head of his cock slid inside Zevran’s body.
It was just a blessing that Alistair knew how to use a condom. He shuddered when Alistair moved closer, pressing into him and gasping at the contact. Zev leaned up to kiss Alistair firmly, letting his fingers run up and down his back.
Considering it had been quite a few years since he’d taken sex ed, Alistair was only a little surprised that he remembered the correct way to put on a condom. He wasn’t sure what would have been more embarrassing; if he’d had trouble with the condom or if he’d come the moment he’d begun to enter Zevran. Luckily, so far he hadn’t had any mishaps, but as he slid further into the tight heat of Zevran’s body, he wasn’t so sure how long he was going to last. As he kissed his boyfriend back, it was a little sloppy as he tried to focus on both ends of his body at once.
When he was completely sheathed inside Zevran, Alistair stilled for a moment or two. It felt even better than he’d ever dared imagine and he was almost afraid that he was actually dreaming. Then again, he’d thought that he had been dreaming ever since he’d met Zevran. He took a moment longer to adjust the position of his legs to make sure that he wouldn’t collapse on top of Zevran then pulled out slowly, moaning into Zevran’s mouth as a jolt of pleasure went down his spine.
Kissing during sex was the thing Zevran liked the most. He wrapped his legs around Alistair’s waist, smiling for a moment as their hips met. It was just nice to be so close to someone, so ... joined. Zev just liked being around Alistair, just being his friend, but this was even better. Groaning, Zev tried to line his hips up a bit more with Alistair’s, letting the younger man thrust a little deeper.
So far Alistair had just enjoyed kissing Zevran whenever he could, but there was definitely an added element to doing it when they were so close with nothing between them whatsoever. At the different angle of Zevran’s hips, Alistair did indeed slide in deeper when he thrust back in, balls pressed against Zevran’s body before pulling back again. After that, it took Alistair a little bit to get a rhythm going and even then it wasn't perfect, but it was Alistair’s first time, so it didn’t need to be perfect, even if he thought he should be.
Zev didn’t care if it was perfect or brief, abortive or giggly. He just wanted it to be good for Alistair. Squeezing a bit around Alistair, Zev wrapped his arms tighter around him, arching his back and outright groaning. It may have been Zev’s deeply buried sentimental streak, but sex was better when it was with someone he cared about.
When Zevran’s body constricted around him, a strangled moan escaped his throat and he accidently bit Zevran’s bottom lip as his hips stilled, thinking for a split second that he was going to come then and there. Miraculously, he held on despite the heat that was coiling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he was close, but he didn’t want to come before Zev. Dropping his arms down so the he was balancing on one elbow, he snaked his hand between them and wrapping his calloused fingers around Zevran’s cock again and started stroking while trying to keep the rhythm of his hips going at the same time. He hoped to god that he’d get better at this in the future.
Zev grinned at the bite, but then he felt Alistair’s fingers wrap around him. He started to arch into his touch, hoping that Alistair was enjoying himself as much as Zev was.
Alistair was definitely enjoying himself. There was no denying that he was enjoying himself and was glad that Zevran was enjoying himself as well. “Zev….I’m close…” He continued stroking Zevran’s cock, his hips moving a little quicker as he continued thrusting in and out of Zev.
“Whenever you want,” Zev murmured, groaning and arching his hips up harder. He didn’t want Alistair to worry about them coming in sync his first time.
As much as Alistair would have liked to have waited, there was just no way he was going to; not with the way Zevran was moving underneath and around him. Moaning his boyfriend’s name, he was finally dragged over the edge as his orgasm hit him. He’d had orgasms before when he’d jerked off, but it was never anything close to how this one felt. As he came, he thrust in once more, his fingers grasping only a little tighter around Zevran’s cock between them.
It was more intense for Zev as well when he finally did come, a few thrusts of Alistair’s hand after Alistair’s hips had stopped. He chuckled as he finished whimpering, looking up at Alistair. “I ... was that all right?”
Alistair had seen Zevran orgasm plenty of times in his movies, but there was something completely different about witnessing it first hand. As Alistair’s own orgasm began to subside, he just managed to collapse beside him inside of on top of him and nodded, panting softly, “Was I...I was okay?” His hair was plastered to his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Zev laughed. “Yes. You were more than okay.” He stretched, cat-like and content, before getting up to go find a towel to clean himself with.
“Really?” Alistair pushed himself up on his elbows, watching Zevran. He’d been so nervous about this and in a way he was still nervous for whenever the next time would be, but he didn’t think Zevran would lie to him. After another moment or two, once he was sure his legs would be able to support him, he went to get rid of the condom then came back to Zevran’s bed, “How’s your leg?”
Zev pressed a hand to the gauze, smiling when it came back dry. “I think it will be all right. It is not bleeding through the gauze any longer, which is a relief.” When he passed by Alistair, Zev wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his chest. “I am ... very fond of you, Alistair.”
Alistair was relieved to hear that Zevran’s wound was alright and he smiled as he wrapped his arms around Zevran in return, “I’m fond of you too, Zev.” He brought a hand up to run his fingers through the short man’s blond hair. It hard to believe that only that morning he hadn’t been sure where they stood, but now he could rest easy knowing that everything was alright between them.