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[ombranera]

[ 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. ]

I was waiting for you to ask.

[justice_is_blond]

[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.

[pinprick]

[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.]