The hand in Cullen's hair slackens, fractionally. Alistair's other hand doesn't stop moving, but it slows a little more, lingering in one spot.
Say something.
He bends his head to Cullen's neck, kissing his pulse point; lingering there, too, as his thoughts spin too fast to cohere. It's -- a lot. Alistair isn't sure he wants to be so unashamedly selfish, not after what they fought about, but a deeper, driving need snatches at the possibility with eager abandon. Yes. I want.
And the utter trust -- the faith Cullen puts in him, to ask this, to lay there with his throat bare and know he will be safe --
After what they fought about, it makes Alistair feel very small. Like he's in the presence of something too great to comprehend.
He closes his eyes. "All right," he whispers against Cullen's throat. Another soft kiss, and he draws Cullen's hair taut again. "Let me -- "
He can't quite stifle a tiny laugh.
"Let me think. Lots to do. Lots of time to do it."
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Say something.
He bends his head to Cullen's neck, kissing his pulse point; lingering there, too, as his thoughts spin too fast to cohere. It's -- a lot. Alistair isn't sure he wants to be so unashamedly selfish, not after what they fought about, but a deeper, driving need snatches at the possibility with eager abandon. Yes. I want.
And the utter trust -- the faith Cullen puts in him, to ask this, to lay there with his throat bare and know he will be safe --
After what they fought about, it makes Alistair feel very small. Like he's in the presence of something too great to comprehend.
He closes his eyes. "All right," he whispers against Cullen's throat. Another soft kiss, and he draws Cullen's hair taut again. "Let me -- "
He can't quite stifle a tiny laugh.
"Let me think. Lots to do. Lots of time to do it."