[ There's a low hum in the back of his throat as Zevran slides around into his lap, and one hand cup against the curve of his hip to draw him in, give him balance. And alright, maybe to get his fingers curled in the hem of that borrowed shirt.
Alistair's? Probably. If they were sharing a room, sharing shirts doesn't seem far off.
Not important right now. Far more important is leaning in, grazing his lips against Zevran's temple with a warm huff of breath. ]
...really wasn't joking about it looking good on you.
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[ There's a low hum in the back of his throat as Zevran slides around into his lap, and one hand cup against the curve of his hip to draw him in, give him balance. And alright, maybe to get his fingers curled in the hem of that borrowed shirt.
Alistair's? Probably. If they were sharing a room, sharing shirts doesn't seem far off.
Not important right now. Far more important is leaning in, grazing his lips against Zevran's temple with a warm huff of breath. ]
...really wasn't joking about it looking good on you.