Apologies for how slow I'm being with this, I'm still working on finding my voice with this story. It's definitely turning into something I wasn't expecting, which I think is actually turning out to be a good thing. Anyway, here's a nice smutty piece to make up for last chapter's angst. This is an expansion of a very small reference made in "La Sinfonia", where a night spent at the Spoiled Princess Inn reveals Alistair's "fiery" side. This chapter is purely pwp, so don't bother looking for a plot here :)
Everyone was relieved when Natia proclaimed that they would be spending the night at the Spoiled Princess rather than pushing straight on to the Circle Tower. Though it had been several months since they had cleared it of abominations the tower was still most likely in disarray, and none of them relished the idea of walking through those empty halls at night with nothing but the chilling memories of the horrors they had once encountered there.
The party waited outside the inn as Natia spoke to the proprietor. She had a smile on her face when she returned to them. "Well," she started, "there's good news and bad news. The good news is that there are some rooms available," she paused, "the bad news is there are only four, so we're going to have to double up."
Zevran tried very hard not to start grinning. If things went right he might be spending a much more enjoyable evening than he had originally thought. He pulled himself out of his fantasies to listen to Natia's assignment of the rooms.
"Morrigan will be with me obviously," the dwarf flashed a quick smile at the dark-haired woman. "Leliana and Wynne can share a room. Sten—" The tall qunari straightened up, most likely hoping he would get a room to himself, "—you can share with Oghren since you both snore."
Oghren snorted. "So long as he doesn't try to steal my ale we'll get along fine." Sten rolled his eyes, but did not remark.
Natia turned to Alistair with, Zevran couldn't help but notice, a slight sparkle in her eye. She sighed somewhat theatrically. "I'm sorry Alistair, but I'm afraid you're stuck with Zevran."
Zevran smirked. "Oh, I am sure we will have fun." He moved aside a heartbeat before Alistair's booted foot could come down on his own. He rearranged his face into a mask of innocence when Alistair turned around to glare at him.
"Yes," Alistair's voice was deadpan, "we'll have a blast."
The group ambled into the inn, each going to their assigned rooms. Zevran noticed Alistair hanging back, waiting to engage Natia in conversation. He wondered briefly what that was about, but the thought of a hot bath was too tempting so he left the two Wardens to their private discussion.
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Zevran had just relaxed into the heated water of the tub when Alistair entered the room. The scowl on Alistair's face indicated his unhappiness.
"Honestly Zev," he began, "don't you think you could have been a little less obvious? Maker, it's not that hard. All you have to do is not speak."
Zevran smirked. "Ah, but if I did not flirt when the opportunity presents itself that would be even more of a giveaway, no?"
Alistair sighed. "I suppose that's true enough." He began removing his armor.
Zevran ran his eyes appraisingly over the warrior's body. Even in the linen breeches and shirt that he wore beneath his heavy armor he was still a sight to behold. "Come now," Zevran said slyly, "There is no point in spending the night arguing. I am sure we can find a much more enjoyable way of passing the time." He was delighted when Alistair began blushing—teasing the man was entirely too much fun.
Alistair had stripped down to his smallclothes. "Are you going to be done soon? I feel like I've been rolling around in the mud."
Zevran smirked at him. "There's room enough in here for two, you know." Alistair blushed again and Zevran rolled his eyes. Apparently it would take some time for the man to completely get over his Chantry upbringing.
Looking a bit unsure, Alistair stripped off his remaining clothes and stepped into the bath. His reservations seemed to vanish as soon as the warm water washed over him and he relaxed against the back of the tub with a satisfied groan, eyes closed with pleasure.
Zevran scooted forward until he was straddling the warrior's hips. Alistair's eyes flashed opened and his lips curled into a smile. "If there's room enough for two, what are you doing over here?"
Zevran draped his arms around Alistair's neck and began kissing along the man's jaw line. "I find that the company is more enjoyable on this side of the tub." He thrust his hips forward, causing Alistair to gasp. He leaned in and kissed the warrior lightly, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.
"Finish your bath," Zevran murmured in Alistair's ear before getting out of the tub and grabbing a nearby towel to dry himself off. The sounds of frantic splashing behind him told him Alistair was attempting to take the world's fastest bath and he smiled to himself.
Thoroughly dry Zevran stretched himself out on the bed, watching as Alistair finished up his own bath before getting out. Zevran stared hungrily at the warrior as the water dripped off of his well-defined muscles and he took his cock in hand, lazily stroking himself as he watched Alistair dry off.
Zevran heard Alistair's breath catch as he noticed what he was doing, and he was pleased to see that Alistair was starting to harden. Alistair climbed up on the bed with him, straddling Zevran's legs. He reached out to touch Zevran but his hand stopped short, a look of anxiety crossing his face.
"What is wrong, caro?" Zevran looked at him with some concern.
Alistair shook his head, biting his lower lip. "I just…this is still new to me, you know." Zevran nodded his head slowly, wondering where this was going. Alistair sighed in frustration. "I don't want to do something wrong, or do something you don't like."
Zevran looked at him for a moment, before realizing what he was trying to say. They had been intimate before, of course, but Alistair had been drunk the first time and the second time was somewhat awkward on his part as he wrestled with the fact that he actually found it pleasurable to be with another man.
He smiled as he reached out and brushed a finger against Alistair's cheek. "My dear Warden, I doubt very much that you will do anything I do not like." He cupped Alistair's chin and pulled him down for a kiss. "Just do what feels good to you."
Alistair seemed to be reassured by that and he began to tentatively explore Zevran's body with his hands. He ran his fingers along Zevran's chest, tracing his muscles before brushing a thumb across one of his nipples. Zevran moaned softly in pleasure, which encouraged Alistair to rub at the nipple, pinching the hardened nub between his fingers.
Zevran gripped the back of Alistair's neck, pulling him down so that the warrior was stretched out on top of him. Alistair began kissing him fervently, exploring Zevran's mouth with his tongue; Alistair groaned as Zevran pushed back with his tongue, deepening the kiss.
Long moments later Zevran broke the kiss and tilted his head to the side, encouraging Alistair to begin nipping at his neck. He gasped when he felt Alistair's teeth on the lobe of his ear, and bucked his hips up into Alistair's when the warrior began licking along the shell of his ear. Alistair pulled back, smiling. "Really, Zev? Ears?" He seemed to be delighted to have found something that Zevran clearly found pleasurable.
"Elves have very sensitive ears," Zevran murmured.
Alistair grinned wickedly before leaning down once more, nipping at the tip of Zevran's ear. Zevran moaned and pressed his hips upwards again and Alistair responded enthusiastically. Running his tongue along the shell of Zevran's ear Alistair began grinding against him, rubbing their cocks together with an increasingly frantic pace.
Zevran wanted to tell Alistair to slow down, that they should do this properly rather than rutting like a couple of inexperienced teenagers. But he found Alistair's sudden wildness extremely…intoxicating. He began responding, gasping as he thrust his hips into Alistair's. Soon the warrior was groaning and Zevran could feel the man's release against his stomach. He reached his own climax not long after, his seed mixing with Alistair's to create a sticky mess between them.
Alistair collapsed backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily."Sorry," he said, smiling sheepishly at Zevran, "I guess I kind of lost control."
Zevran laughed at that. "It is quite alright caro, it was very…enjoyable." Alistair grinned at him. Zevran got up from the bed and grabbed the towel, cleaning first himself and then Alistair before stretching out on the bed next to him.
They laid there for awhile, Zevran rubbing his hand over Alistair's chest and along his arms. Slowly he moved his hand lower, trailing his fingers lightly along Alistair's thighs. He smiled to himself as he felt Alistair shifting his hips slightly, his desire returning once more.
Zevran leaned over and began kissing him deeply as he moved his hand to Alistair's stiffening cock. Thrusting his tongue into Alistair's mouth he began stroking him, his own erection pressed tight against the warrior's leg.
He released his grip on Alistair's length and reached behind him for the bottle of oil he had set on the bedside table earlier. He pressed the bottle into Alistair's hand as he stretched out on his back. Alistair unstoppered the bottle and drizzled some of the oil onto his fingers. He leaned down to kiss Zevran as he began massaging the tight ring of muscle at Zevran's entrance.
Zevran moaned as he felt the first finger enter him, and began rocking his hips to encourage Alistair to thrust his finger in and out. One finger became two and Zevran gasped and gripped Alistair's bicep as he felt the fingers brushing against that pleasurable spot inside him.
Unable to wait any longer Zevran grabbed up the bottle of oil and used it to coat Alistair's length. The moan of disappointment he uttered when Alistair removed his fingers from his entrance turned into one of pleasure as he felt Alistair press his cock inside of him.
Zevran delighted in Alistair's passion as the man began thrusting into him. He groaned loudly as Alistair pounded into him—his pace was somewhat erratic, still being new at this, but his roughness was more than enough to make up for that.
Alistair grasped one of Zevran's legs, folding it up against his chest. This changed the angle enough that every thrust hit against that spot inside of him and he was soon moaning Alistair's name over and over again, digging his nails into the man's back.
Zevran reached down and grasped his own cock, pumping it furiously as Alistair cried out his orgasm, releasing deep inside him. Zevran bit down hard on Alistair's shoulder, muffling his cry as he came hard.
Exhausted, Alistair's arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Zevran. They laid there for a few moments, both unable to move before Alistair finally pulled out of him and fell backwards onto the bed. Zevran draped his arm across Alistair's chest, smiling as Alistair curled his arms around him. He was definitely surprised at this side of Alistair's personality, he would have never thought the man could be so passionate. It definitely had not been as hard as he had expected to get Alistair to let go of his inhibitions. Now all he needed to do was work on Alistair's technique. His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was that he was definitely going to enjoy educating Alistair in the finer points of making love.
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