Trying to decide what he wants -- aside from what Cullen's doing right this very instant, Maker -- proves rather difficult. Alistair tries to stifle a groan, with no success, as his chest rises and falls.

"I want -- " His fingers dig into Cullen's back. "I want this. You. Please."

(He doesn't know how much time he has left. Maker willing, he'll see Cullen nearly every day of it. But -- )

"I want what no one else gets to see of you. Please. Show me."