Alistair's answering smile is bright, and warm, and still a little awed under it all. He drops a small kiss on Cullen's scar; moves to his mouth to kiss him properly, gentle at first, gradually deepening in intensity the longer he draws it out.

(Moment over. Back to the very pleasurable business literally at hand.)

"What I want," he says eventually in Cullen's ear, breathless, "is to ride you. And I want to watch your face as I do. I want to see how much you enjoy it."