[He's had a ridiculous few weeks, ups and downs all over the place, but this? This has been a definite up. Today's felt a little like finding... something, he's not sure he can put his finger on it, but he's not complaining.
Anders is especially not complaining as he's walking back to the Kestral House with both Nate and Zevran.]
So there's a plan, of course. Do I get told what the whole plan is, or do I find it out?
What would you rather? [Nathaniel is nervous, but has enough confidence because Anders is here. He winds an arm around Anders' waist and keeps him close as he pushes open the door and lets Zevran in first.]
While I understand your eagerness- [ Zevran smirks, motioning for them to both enter after him. ] Perhaps we ought to wait until we're in a room with a proper bed? I've arranged for one.
[ Meaning: He left Lucci and the dog with Alistair and instructions not to knock on his door for a few hours. ]
[The look he gives Zevran is almost, almost a little abashed, except he doesn't really feel ashamed. Who wouldn't be eager here? He has both the man he loves and one of the most talented-in-bed men planning on sex with him tonight.]
I've kissed him outside the bedroom plenty of times. You even saw the first one. But I'll save kissing you until we're inside.
[Nathaniel kisses Anders as loudly as he must to convey he is entirely unashamed. He is looking forward to this.] We could get started out here, [he murmurs playfully.] I could get you worked up for Zevran.
Ah, young love. [ Insert exasperated (though fond) eyerolling here. He urges both wardens along without much commentary as to what ought to be done when- boundaries have been established (to a point) and fun is to be had. What more could he wish for?
He does take his time, once they're inside the room and locked safely away from prying eyes, to lean back and watch them for a long moment, brows lifted. ]
[Zevran gets a flash of an amused look for the 'young' comment... and only that flash because Nate is kissing Anders and Zevran is watching. This is an excellent start. Anders moves his hands to Nate's waist before kissing him back hungrily. Nate doesn't have much work to do, really, and the groan Anders makes into the kiss says as much.
Part of the way into the kiss his hands shift, searching for the fastenings on Nate's tunic to start getting it open. Everyone has far too much clothing on, in his expert opinion.]
[There's a faint blush on Nathaniel's cheeks when things start to happen while they have an audience. There's also a thrill to know that this time, it's meant to be like that. His breathing is ragged by the time Anders works open his tunic. And when they part at last, Nathaniel's gaze turns to Zevran.
In a moment, his hand is reaching for Zevran's to draw him closer, a very courtly gesture. He leans in close enough to give him the idea, but not close enough to kiss yet.]
May I kiss you? [he asks, voice low and husky already.]
[ It's...decidedly odd, being asked. Humans take as is their due. That is how Zevran knows them to be, permission to his person once offered is taken to the fullest extent without middling conversation. Assumptions are made and he's never truly been one to complain but-
Nate asks and that is. Odd. But not so much to throw him off balance. He cants his head back, letting his hair (left loose for this very reason) trail over his shoulder and frame his face and throat in a way he was told was enticing, and quirks a brow. ]
[He's still got his hands on Nate, working off the tunic, but his eyes go to Zevran. The fall of hair is gorgeous... which is really only to be expected, and it's as gorgeous as Nate being, well, Nate.]
Please.
[It's a threesome for a reason.]
I told Nate once how gorgeous it was when you two kissed before. I'd love to see it again.
[Nathaniel leans in to claim Zevran's mouth, finally, allowing himself to want at long last. He doesn't need Zevran the way he needs Anders, no, but isn't it delightful to have such a surplus of affection that he can take what he wants as well as what he needs? And Zevran is someone extraordinary. Adventurer and lover, committer of crime and savior of the world.
When the kiss ends, Nathaniel punctuates it with a smaller one before pulling away slowly, allowing the scent of him to linger and fade in its proper course. Rather like wine, really.]
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Anders is especially not complaining as he's walking back to the Kestral House with both Nate and Zevran.]
So there's a plan, of course. Do I get told what the whole plan is, or do I find it out?
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Show me.
[There'd been a hesitation there, but he's sure once he's given the answer. Anders leans in to kiss Nate's lips, feeling warmth in his veins already.]
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[ Meaning: He left Lucci and the dog with Alistair and instructions not to knock on his door for a few hours. ]
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I've kissed him outside the bedroom plenty of times. You even saw the first one. But I'll save kissing you until we're inside.
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He does take his time, once they're inside the room and locked safely away from prying eyes, to lean back and watch them for a long moment, brows lifted. ]
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Part of the way into the kiss his hands shift, searching for the fastenings on Nate's tunic to start getting it open. Everyone has far too much clothing on, in his expert opinion.]
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In a moment, his hand is reaching for Zevran's to draw him closer, a very courtly gesture. He leans in close enough to give him the idea, but not close enough to kiss yet.]
May I kiss you? [he asks, voice low and husky already.]
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Nate asks and that is. Odd. But not so much to throw him off balance. He cants his head back, letting his hair (left loose for this very reason) trail over his shoulder and frame his face and throat in a way he was told was enticing, and quirks a brow. ]
I was waiting for you to ask.
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Please.
[It's a threesome for a reason.]
I told Nate once how gorgeous it was when you two kissed before. I'd love to see it again.
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When the kiss ends, Nathaniel punctuates it with a smaller one before pulling away slowly, allowing the scent of him to linger and fade in its proper course. Rather like wine, really.]