@nobroth asked: caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them. kisses galore / meme tag
He's drunk, Zevran reminds himself. He's drunk, and even though the blush on his cheeks is so becoming, even though that hazy look in his eye makes your heart beat a little too fast, he's still drunk and you can't. You can't.
But can't and want are two very different things.
As a note to future lovers--as fun as it is for him to take charge and dominate in the bedroom (and truly, it is so much fun), there's a unique pleasure found in having the bedsheets flipped on him, so to speak. Finding himself crowded against a wall is normally a quick way to get his hackles raised, but the warm, strong arms doing the penning would let him go with the slightest push. It's a choice to be trapped here, under this hazy, hungry, blue-eyed stare, a look heavy enough with want and desire that it almost feels like fingers on the side of his neck, along his jaw, pressing into his lips.
Zevran licked his lips and watched as Alistair unknowingly mimicked the motion.
His hands were feather light as they wrapped around Alistair's waist. Head tilting back, parting his lips ever so slightly, Zevran let his body melt into the stone behind him--open, vulnerable, pulling, coaxing. A sweet treat of temptation. His ears twitched as he heard Alistair's fingers scrape against the stone wall behind him as they curled into fists.
Warm lips met his. Zevran could taste the red wine in his mouth, strong and smooth. Alistair shuffled a little closer, truly pinning Zevran now with no room to move, hands tentatively moving from the wall to Zevran's shoulders.
And then--
And then, just as it was getting good, Alistair broke away, paling as if a bucket of ice water had been splashed over him, retreating faster than Zevran could get his wits about him.
"Fuck."
