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Because I lied. I cannot seem to STOP. I'm SO BAD.
"Present" Zev/Alistair
As Zevran lay on the bed he wondered when this game had spiraled out of his control. Oh, it had started innocently enough; with the same teasing he’d been giving to their Adorable Dalish Warden, Lorden. Except Alistair never responded to the teasing with anything more than a blush and to poke angrily at the fire.
All in all, it was more satisfying seeing the other elf in the party blush, because he did so, frequently. The poor boy had lost his previous lover Tamlen, and now refused to open up to anyone. Well, Zevran knew what he wanted to do about that, however at this point such thoughts were moot and very distracting as a callused hand left his wrists tied to the bed and pinned above his head. No one surprised Zevran, or at least, no one had before Alistair. It just was not done, a warrior surprising an Assassin, unheard of. Especially not in this Inn which creaked all too often.
The ex templar’s other callused hand was currently tracing patterns on Zevran’s chest, fingertips skipping over scars and lightly brushing his nipples. Zevran was NOT going to beg. However, a certain amount of wiggling was acceptable.
Alistair frowned thoughtfully, seriously, and said, “Zevran, just because I’m virgin, doesn’t mean I haven’t been taught a few things. It also doesn’t mean I’m innocent.” He trailed those callused fingertips to the waistcord of Zevran’s breeches, and then trailed a single finger over the Antivan’s half formed clothed erection.
Zevran wiggled his hips a little more, trying to force contact, “So why go through all this trouble of ambushing me in my room, hm? I did not even think you could be that quiet, I am impressed.”
“Because I know you well enough now to realize that you’d take any explanation of mine and use it to mock me further. I take sex very seriously Zevran. My first will most likely be my last.” Those callused fingers were edging their way past the hem of his pants and Zevran stilled, a small measure of alarm crawling through him. Alistair noticed the lack of movement and grinned a goofy little grin, “It’s amazing how talk of commitment frightens you more than the archdemon. Don’t worry Zev. I’m not here to wring a promise out of you. All I want is to shut you up for a change.”
Zevran hissed as his breeches were tugged down, and caught himself wishing that Alistair would just hurry up, and stop staring at him like he was a full course dinner for nobility. And just like that it seemed his wish was to be granted.
Alistair was leaving feather light kisses along his thigh, large hands holding his hips down as well. Zevran was not in control of this situation at all. Something he was not used to. And Alistair was intent on making this as trying as possible. The ex-templar nuzzled the juncture of hip and leg, sliding his tongue along the boney skin and nipping every now and then.
“Maker’s breath Alistair.” Zevran was a professional, through and through… but something about this… unhinged him. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Alistair’s deep chuckle rumbled through his torso and vibrated Zevran’s legs. “Actually, you could say that.” He pressed a light kiss to the tip of Zevran’s erection, then stood and left. Presumably back to his own room.
Zevran blinked for several seconds, very confused about what had just happened. The he started cursing, muttering to himself as he wiggled and tried to get free.
“Zevran?” Lorden’s tenor floated across the room, and the door opened, the white haired Dalish holding a piece of paper in his hands, “Why is there a note on the door that says ‘Happy Birthday’?”
Zevran chuckled and called out, “Well, apparently Alistair left a present for you, its in here. It's rather large.”
Lorden poked his head around the corner, saw Zevran, and then hit the floor. “Maker’s breath!”
Zevran was laughing full out now, full of admiration for the sneaky warrior.
Sequel to "Present" My first threesome. I'm so proud. Zev/PC/Alistair
Lorden shot himself in the foot.
He’d been attracted to Alistair, made it known, even kissed the ex templar a few times… and hadn’t discouraged him when Zevran began to make his feelings know for the young Dalish man… especially after Alistair had gone to the trouble of tying the Antivan up as a present.
So here he was, seated on a bench in his room at the Spoiled Princess and staring at the both of them and wondering how he was going to get out of this one without hurting anyone.
“I will be more than happy to step back, if that is what you wish.” Zevran said, but Lorden could see the pain in the Antivan’s eyes.
“And I could do no less, if that is what you wished of me.” Alistair’s voice even sounded pained, let alone those big puppy eyes…
Lorden was near tears in frustration, “Why do I HAVE to choose?” He said desperately, “Why?”
Zevran and Alistair shared a *look*. Lorden was terrified they were both going to leave him at that point. Then they turned back to him with eerily similar smiles.
“Well, when you put it that way…” Alistair started.
“Why indeed?” Zevran finished.
Lorden gaped, and then grinned so wide he thought his face would split, he was feeling rather giddy. Then Zevran and Alistair descended on him, like a pair of ravenous wolves. He was suddenly swamped by the feeling of two pairs of hands, everywhere. Touching, stroking, holding… Two mouths on either side of his neck, oh Creators.
His breeches were being slid off of him, and his shirt. He was like a puppet in their hands, ready and willing… oh so willing. Those hands touched him everywhere, molding him into a morass of heated feelings and flesh. Till all he could think about were those hands and tongues… Oh creators! Two mouths, two! He could feel both of them nibbling, licking, sucking his erection…
Fingers pressed into him, thick and callused… Alistair’s. While slender ones continued stroking him, along with those mouths.
He could barely breathe. He knew he was making noise, but what it didn’t matter. He babbled, hardly understanding the syllables issuing from his mouth until they were cut off by a kiss. A deep, probing kiss that spoke of many more, of nights like this forever, of passion and fire and lust, but also love and tenderness. Stubble. That was Alistair. Those lips let his go and he keened, eyes closed he blindly reached, and was promptly silenced with another mouth. Smooth. Zevran. These kisses also spoke of many more nights to come, love, passion, fire… Their kisses were so similar, yet the two of them could not have been more different.
He was pulled backwards, into a lap. Stubble against his neck meant it was Alistair’s. He felt the human’s erection, slick against him, and he was impaled. He uttered a hoarse cry, and his mouth was filled. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, doing his best to please the Antivan while he drowned in the sensations surrounding him.
One set of hands, pulling at his hair digging into his scalp, the other… callused pumping his erection in time to the thrusts. He wasn’t going to last too much longer. Not long at… there! Alistair angled just right and through his closed eyes Lorden saw white. His muscles seized and he rode out his thundering orgasm, barely aware of Alistair crying out behind him, and swallowed eagerly when he heard Zevran above him.
He was dimly aware of them helping him to the bed. He wasn’t even conscious enough to wonder how all three of them fit. Instead he curled up between them, content in the warmth that surrounded him.
Zevran and Alistair grinned wearily over his head at each other. “This was great idea.” Alistair said.
“Indeed.” Zevran chuckled. “We will have to thank him when he wakes.”
“I think we’ll be thanking him for many years to come… right?” Alistair sounded a bit… hopeful.
Zevran grinned at Alistair, “I believe so. I don’t think I want this to end.” He leaned over, and kissed the ex templar softly. “I believe I’ve found something I’m going to cherish for a long, long time.”
"Present" Zev/Alistair
As Zevran lay on the bed he wondered when this game had spiraled out of his control. Oh, it had started innocently enough; with the same teasing he’d been giving to their Adorable Dalish Warden, Lorden. Except Alistair never responded to the teasing with anything more than a blush and to poke angrily at the fire.
All in all, it was more satisfying seeing the other elf in the party blush, because he did so, frequently. The poor boy had lost his previous lover Tamlen, and now refused to open up to anyone. Well, Zevran knew what he wanted to do about that, however at this point such thoughts were moot and very distracting as a callused hand left his wrists tied to the bed and pinned above his head. No one surprised Zevran, or at least, no one had before Alistair. It just was not done, a warrior surprising an Assassin, unheard of. Especially not in this Inn which creaked all too often.
The ex templar’s other callused hand was currently tracing patterns on Zevran’s chest, fingertips skipping over scars and lightly brushing his nipples. Zevran was NOT going to beg. However, a certain amount of wiggling was acceptable.
Alistair frowned thoughtfully, seriously, and said, “Zevran, just because I’m virgin, doesn’t mean I haven’t been taught a few things. It also doesn’t mean I’m innocent.” He trailed those callused fingertips to the waistcord of Zevran’s breeches, and then trailed a single finger over the Antivan’s half formed clothed erection.
Zevran wiggled his hips a little more, trying to force contact, “So why go through all this trouble of ambushing me in my room, hm? I did not even think you could be that quiet, I am impressed.”
“Because I know you well enough now to realize that you’d take any explanation of mine and use it to mock me further. I take sex very seriously Zevran. My first will most likely be my last.” Those callused fingers were edging their way past the hem of his pants and Zevran stilled, a small measure of alarm crawling through him. Alistair noticed the lack of movement and grinned a goofy little grin, “It’s amazing how talk of commitment frightens you more than the archdemon. Don’t worry Zev. I’m not here to wring a promise out of you. All I want is to shut you up for a change.”
Zevran hissed as his breeches were tugged down, and caught himself wishing that Alistair would just hurry up, and stop staring at him like he was a full course dinner for nobility. And just like that it seemed his wish was to be granted.
Alistair was leaving feather light kisses along his thigh, large hands holding his hips down as well. Zevran was not in control of this situation at all. Something he was not used to. And Alistair was intent on making this as trying as possible. The ex-templar nuzzled the juncture of hip and leg, sliding his tongue along the boney skin and nipping every now and then.
“Maker’s breath Alistair.” Zevran was a professional, through and through… but something about this… unhinged him. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Alistair’s deep chuckle rumbled through his torso and vibrated Zevran’s legs. “Actually, you could say that.” He pressed a light kiss to the tip of Zevran’s erection, then stood and left. Presumably back to his own room.
Zevran blinked for several seconds, very confused about what had just happened. The he started cursing, muttering to himself as he wiggled and tried to get free.
“Zevran?” Lorden’s tenor floated across the room, and the door opened, the white haired Dalish holding a piece of paper in his hands, “Why is there a note on the door that says ‘Happy Birthday’?”
Zevran chuckled and called out, “Well, apparently Alistair left a present for you, its in here. It's rather large.”
Lorden poked his head around the corner, saw Zevran, and then hit the floor. “Maker’s breath!”
Zevran was laughing full out now, full of admiration for the sneaky warrior.
Sequel to "Present" My first threesome. I'm so proud. Zev/PC/Alistair
Lorden shot himself in the foot.
He’d been attracted to Alistair, made it known, even kissed the ex templar a few times… and hadn’t discouraged him when Zevran began to make his feelings know for the young Dalish man… especially after Alistair had gone to the trouble of tying the Antivan up as a present.
So here he was, seated on a bench in his room at the Spoiled Princess and staring at the both of them and wondering how he was going to get out of this one without hurting anyone.
“I will be more than happy to step back, if that is what you wish.” Zevran said, but Lorden could see the pain in the Antivan’s eyes.
“And I could do no less, if that is what you wished of me.” Alistair’s voice even sounded pained, let alone those big puppy eyes…
Lorden was near tears in frustration, “Why do I HAVE to choose?” He said desperately, “Why?”
Zevran and Alistair shared a *look*. Lorden was terrified they were both going to leave him at that point. Then they turned back to him with eerily similar smiles.
“Well, when you put it that way…” Alistair started.
“Why indeed?” Zevran finished.
Lorden gaped, and then grinned so wide he thought his face would split, he was feeling rather giddy. Then Zevran and Alistair descended on him, like a pair of ravenous wolves. He was suddenly swamped by the feeling of two pairs of hands, everywhere. Touching, stroking, holding… Two mouths on either side of his neck, oh Creators.
His breeches were being slid off of him, and his shirt. He was like a puppet in their hands, ready and willing… oh so willing. Those hands touched him everywhere, molding him into a morass of heated feelings and flesh. Till all he could think about were those hands and tongues… Oh creators! Two mouths, two! He could feel both of them nibbling, licking, sucking his erection…
Fingers pressed into him, thick and callused… Alistair’s. While slender ones continued stroking him, along with those mouths.
He could barely breathe. He knew he was making noise, but what it didn’t matter. He babbled, hardly understanding the syllables issuing from his mouth until they were cut off by a kiss. A deep, probing kiss that spoke of many more, of nights like this forever, of passion and fire and lust, but also love and tenderness. Stubble. That was Alistair. Those lips let his go and he keened, eyes closed he blindly reached, and was promptly silenced with another mouth. Smooth. Zevran. These kisses also spoke of many more nights to come, love, passion, fire… Their kisses were so similar, yet the two of them could not have been more different.
He was pulled backwards, into a lap. Stubble against his neck meant it was Alistair’s. He felt the human’s erection, slick against him, and he was impaled. He uttered a hoarse cry, and his mouth was filled. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, doing his best to please the Antivan while he drowned in the sensations surrounding him.
One set of hands, pulling at his hair digging into his scalp, the other… callused pumping his erection in time to the thrusts. He wasn’t going to last too much longer. Not long at… there! Alistair angled just right and through his closed eyes Lorden saw white. His muscles seized and he rode out his thundering orgasm, barely aware of Alistair crying out behind him, and swallowed eagerly when he heard Zevran above him.
He was dimly aware of them helping him to the bed. He wasn’t even conscious enough to wonder how all three of them fit. Instead he curled up between them, content in the warmth that surrounded him.
Zevran and Alistair grinned wearily over his head at each other. “This was great idea.” Alistair said.
“Indeed.” Zevran chuckled. “We will have to thank him when he wakes.”
“I think we’ll be thanking him for many years to come… right?” Alistair sounded a bit… hopeful.
Zevran grinned at Alistair, “I believe so. I don’t think I want this to end.” He leaned over, and kissed the ex templar softly. “I believe I’ve found something I’m going to cherish for a long, long time.”