Zevran Arainai had sex with your mom. (easy_lover) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-05-01 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, zevran arainai |
Who: Zevastair.
What: Drunken makeout sexytimes.
When: Backdated to mid-April.
Where: Alistair's digs.
Warnings: Dongs. (PG-13? R-ish?) The actual sex is FTB, but there's third base touchin'.
Status: Complete!
Most people didn’t know that Zev actually donated rather heavily to charities for foster children and promoting adoption. The parts of his dreams that made him the most sad were the parts after he left the whorehouse, when he was with the Crows, alone and scared. Eventually he’d ended up okay, but it would’ve been nice for Dream Zev to have a shot at a normal life. Everyone deserved that. So he fought to make that a reality in Orange County.
It was a formal affair, and as such he was in a tuxedo. Alistair looked rather dashing in his, and Zev had been pleased to stay by his side the whole evening. Even when Alistair got adorably tipsy.
Alistair had been to a few different events like this while growing up since his father was a politician, which was probably part of the reason he’d drank a little more than was usual for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be there, because he liked going places with Zevran, especially when he got to see his boyfriend all dressed up in a suit and got to spend time with him, but at the same time events like this reminded him of his father and there was still quite a lot of unresolved issues with Maric.
When they had left the event, Alistair had suggested they go to his place since Lara and Sam were still on their honeymoon. Not that they were going to be around long even after it since they were moving to England after that and leaving Alistair with the house. The very large house, so that might have also had something to do with the drinking. Either way, Alistair had yet to tell Zev that he would soon have a very big house all to himself.
“So, this is your first time here, huh?” Alistair asked as they reached the door and he fumbled for his keys to unlock it.
“It is. It is quite ... large. How many people live here?” Zev blinked. All of the Crows could have fit in the building, which was saying something.
“Just three of us. Well, four now that Lara and Sam had their baby.” Alistair said as he unlocked the door and they stepped into the ornate foyer. Since Lara’s family were Lords and the like, which made Lara a Countess, she owned quite a fancy home. Alistair had been living there for almost a year now and there were still rooms that he hadn’t been in. What he didn’t tell Zevran was that soon just he would be living there. “Want a tour?”
“If we do not get lost, yes, I would enjoy a tour.” Zev smiled, reaching out to help steady his boyfriend. “You are tipsy, my love, and I do not wish for you to fall down.”
"We won't get lost." In a way though, the house reminded Alistair of the palace in Redcliffe. Sure, it wasn't made of stone the way a castle was, but it was big and spacious and had quite a lot of old artifacts decorating it. As Zevran steadied him, Alistair smiled, "Thanks. Come on." He started with the rooms off the foyer, which included the living room and dining room and other rooms on the first floor, ending in the large kitchen.
Zev was thirsty by the time the tour ended, and he was fairly sure that it hadn’t helped him at all when it came to knowing where he was going. He went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of ice-water. “Would you like anything?”
Alistair thought for a moment before nodding cause a drink would probably be a good idea and maybe help to sober him up a little bit, “Water.” He leaned against the counter and loosened his tie a little as he watched Zevran, “I should be the one offering you a drink.” The thought hadn’t even occurred to him until now, but had he been completely sober, that would have been the first thing that he’d done, “Wanna see my room?” It seemed like such a teenage thing to say, but Alistair wasn’t really thinking before he spoke right now.
Zev poured them each a glass of water, smiling to himself. “Why are you offering me a drink? It is simply water.” But then Alistair was offering to show Zev his bedroom, and Zev loosened his bowtie. “Yes. Yes, I would very much like to see your bedroom, Alistair.” Because he would never turn that down.
“Well, I’m your host, aren’t I? And if you’re getting the drinks, I’m not being a very good host.” Alistair smirked and moved to stand behind Zevran, his arms going around the smaller man’s waist. Tipsy Alistair was a lot more touchy feely than sober Alistair, not that Alistair didn’t touch Zevran when he was sober, but when he had a few drinks in him, he did tend to touch a little more, “Then lets go.”
Smirking, Zev let his hands rest on top of Alistair’s. “Are you trying to seduce me, Ser King? Because you will find it is much easier than you are making it out to be. All you need do is simply bend over.”
“Mmmm, maybe,” Alistair smirked and moved away from Zevran and towards the kitchen stairs that led to the second floor, brows raising slightly, “Is that so? Thought it was too big.” Alistair had yet to bottom, one reason being that Zevran’s size intimidated him more than a little. Without waiting for a response, Alistair turned and headed up the stairs, slowly, clearly attempting to be seductive, but even sober Alistair’s hips didn’t sway in quite the right way.
Zev couldn’t help but laugh. “I meant bend over me. If you wish to try that, I would not be opposed, but it is not mandatory, love.” He kissed the tips of Alistair’s fingers before watching his boyfriend go up the stairs. “Are you all right? Does your back hurt?”
“Eventually.” Was all Alistair said before turning back towards Zevran, brows furrowed, “What? No.” He didn’t quite understand why Zevran was asking about his back. It wasn’t as if he’d said anything about it at all during the evening.
“You are wiggling.” Zev jogged up a few of the stairs and moved to let his hands rest lightly on Alistair’s back.
Alistair may have been inebriated, but he realized then what Zevran was talking about, “I was trying to…” Reaching behind him, he took one of Zevran’s hands as he led him up the steps to the second floor, “Apparently I can’t sway like some people.”
“Oh, you were trying to seduce me! Well, try again!” Zev grinned, stopping once they were up the stairs, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. “I am ready, seduce away.”
Alistair watched as Zevran leaned against the wall and took a moment or two to think of exactly what he wanted to do then moved forward, placing a hand on Zev’s chest as he leaned in and nuzzled his neck with his nose, his hand sliding towards the shorter man’s stomach. He was quite tipsy, but he was doing his best here.
Zev smiled, looking up at Alistair, shaking his head. “I was being silly, you know. You do not even have to try most of the time to seduce me.” He tiptoed up so he could kiss Alistair, his arms moving to rest his hands on the taller man’s shoulders.
Alistair kissed him back then leaned back enough to straighten his neck out, “Good cause that would make my neck go stiff after awhile. Why are you so short in real life?” Of course he knew that it was all cause of the dreams, but he was mostly teasing.
Reaching up, he took one of Zev’s hands off his shoulder, laced their fingers together and turned to lead him down the hall, “Come on.” He led the rest of the way towards his bedroom, flipping on the light as they went in. The room was exactly what you’d expect in a mansion such as this; more room than Alistair knew what to do with and a bed that was bigger than any bed he’d ever slept in. In other words, a room fit for a King, “This is my room.”
“That is what you get for dating an elf. But it does mean I am extraordinarily limber.” He smiled, kissing Alistair’s knuckles as they walked.
When the light came on, Zev blinked. “This is what I would expect you to have in the dreams. It appears you have the largest bed I have ever seen. We should sully it.”
“They’re all more or less this size,” Alistair said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes then started to loosen his tie before glancing up at Zevran, brow quirked slightly, “Oh? And how do you propose we sully it?” He knew that Zevran would have quite a few ideas.
“Well, I would start by proposing we have sex, but do you think we even can? You are a bit drunk, I do not wish for you to do anything you will regret in the morning.” See also: Alistair might not be able to ... perform.
Alistair’s brows rose as Zevran spoke and he got to his feet, a little steadier than before, “Regret it? I’d regret it if we didn’t.” Alistair might not have been as experienced as Zevran or most people his age, but even inebriated, he wasn’t too worried about his performance.
Zev just started to loosen his bowtie, trying to hide exactly how turned on he got whenever Alistair got all swaggery and dominant. Zev’s smile grew lopsided and moved closer. “You are wonderful.”
Alistair smiled as Zevran moved closer and he reached out to grasp the waistband of the shorter man’s pants, “You’re pretty wonderful too.” Leaning forward he kissed Zevran, a bit sloppy, but full of meaning. As he kissed Zevran, he tried undoing the button and fly blindly.
Chuckling, Zev did the same for Alistair, though as the more sober of the two, a bit more successfully. “How often has this happened to you in the past?” He liked the idea of a teenage Alistair with a girl, tipsy and clumsily putting his hands on breasts he hadn’t meant to touch.
"What? Had sex with you?" Alistair asked, finally getting Zevran's pants undone. "What kind of question is that?" Not to mention Alistair was too tipsy to think right about what exactly counted as sex at the moment. He was also too tipsy to realize exactly what Zevran's was asking and instead of saying anything else, he kissed his boyfriend again as he moved his hands up to start unbuttoning Zevran's shirt.
“You being very forward whilst tipsy.” Zev smiled when his pants fell to the floor, as he seldom bothered with undergarments. Trousers and erections were an obnoxious combination. Undoing Alistair’s shirt was easier for Zev, as he just pulled, letting buttons fly and fabric tear. He could get Alistair a new shirt.
“Mmmm, not usually.” Alistair didn’t usually drink as much as he did tonight unless it was warranted; the last time being when Zevran had left. “But you’re special.” As his shirt was ripped open, Alistair’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced down at his now ruined shirt and bare chest, “I’m the forward one?” He returned his gaze to Zevran as his own hands slid inside the other man’s open shirt and up over his stomach and chest. Unlike Zevran, Alistair did wear underwear, usually boxer briefs and there was a very obvious bulge in the black boxer briefs he’d chosen to wear that night.
“You are more forward than usual! I am the same amount of forward as I always am.” Arching up against Alistair’s touch, Zev chuckled as he nipped Alistair’s chest. Sometimes he was surprised by the human still, and it always made him happy. “I have not told you how much I love you today, have I?” He looked up, his dark brown eyes unusually earnest. Maybe it was easier to be brutally honest and open when Alistair might not remember in the morning.
Alistair smiled as Zevran spoke, a slight shiver running down his spine as Zevran nipped at his chest, "Probably, but you can say it again," Hands sliding up to Zevran's shoulders, Alistair moved back slightly, taking Zevran with him until he could sit down on the edge of the bed, his hands sliding down Zevran's body in the process.
Tipping his head back, he now looked up at Zevran, his own eyes a little less glossy than before, "And I love you too."
“I know,” Zev smiled. He moved to straddle Alistair, kissing him more gently than usual, hoping that Alistair knew what it meant. “I confess, in my dreams, I thought of doing this to you, but never thought you would let me.” He nibbled slightly at the human’s ear, rather liking how different from its own it seemed.
Alistair knew. He might have been tipsy, but he could certainly tell the difference. As Zevran nibbled at his ear, Alistair's fingers ran along Zevran's smooth skin, feeling the lithe, yet powerful muscles underneath. Zevran might have been small in stature, but Alistair knew just how strong and deadly he could be. "I wouldn't have let you. I would have freaked out then avoided you for days." Alistair had also often wondered what his dream self would have thought about this and this also wasn't the first conversation they'd had about it either.
Wrapping one arm around Zevran's waist, Alistair moved, laying Zevran onto his back so that he was able to hover over him as he fully removed his ruined shirt, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. Since becoming a Grey Warden, Alistair had gained muscle and his chest and shoulders had grown broader, which had made moving Zevran quite easy.
“I know. Your dream self pretended - very well, might I add - to not like me much.” Sighing when Alistair moved him around so easily, Zev moved into a position on his elbows. He liked to watch his boyfriend move around, appreciating and trying to memorize all the instances where Alistair was like this.
Alistair smiled as he moved over Zevran and leaned in till his lips just barely touched the shell of Zevran’s ear, knowing just how sensitive the elf’s ears were, “He was a fool.” As he spoke, one of Alistair’s hands slid down the length of Zevran’s body, fingers gliding over a hip bone, moving closer to his erection.
Truth be told, that small touch to his ear, especially from a somewhat dominant Alistair, was all it took to set Zevran to whimpering. “I happened to like that quality in him. He was unafraid to make silly choices. You have that as well,” he murmured, voice husky.
“Well I guess I am still him in some ways.” Knowing that he was the one making Zevran whimper like that spurred him on, wanting to hear it again. Finding Zevran’s erection, he wrapped his fingers around it and started stroking slowly. In times like these, sometimes Alistair simply tried to imitate things that Zevran had done to him that he’d enjoyed or had driven him crazy and now was no exception. After all, wasn’t that how he was supposed to learn?
“Mmm, in a few, You still make that adorable noise right before you ... you know.” Zev smirked, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Alistair’s shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss. He liked these moments, where they were intimate and cozy; they’d been few and far between in Zev’s life.
“You spied on everyone in camp, didn’t you?” Alistair laughed as he kissed Zevran back. Alistair may not have had sex with anyone in their party in the dreams, but that didn’t mean that he’d never pleasured himself late at night, in his tent, when he’d thought that no one was listening. However, apparently someone had been. As he kissed Zevran, he continued stroking him, picking up the pace slightly; his own erection pressing against his boxer briefs and Zevran’s hip.
“Of course I did.” Zev arched his back, trying to get Alistair’s boxers down a little even as he bucked his hips into Alistair’s touch. “So many people did not realize that their torches made their tents a little see through.”
Alistair used his free hand to try and help Zevran with his underwear and managed to get them halfway down his thighs as he also tried to continue to stroke him. “I usually did things in the dark.” Of course that didn’t make his tent soundproof. “What would you have done if I’d come into your tent late one night?” Alistair already had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to hear Zevran say it.
“It depends. What is the context? I likely would have advised you that you were in the wrong tent, as I would not have believed you wanted into mine.” Zev smirked, arching his hips up, trying to touch Alistair with his hands.
“And what would you advise me to do right now?” Alistair asked, enjoying the way Zevran’s hips moved as he stroked him. He wanted nothing more than for Zevran to touch him as well, his erection now resting against Zevran’s thigh.
Reaching down, Zev ran his fingertips along Alistair’s length, smirking up coyly. “I would advise you to do whatever you want, as you are my King, and I am duty bound to do as you wish.”