[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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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.]