Alistair gasps at the bite, hips arching reflexively, and then dissolves into soft laughter of his own. "Wonderful," he manages.

First thing's first. After one last kiss near the base of Cullen's neck -- there's teeth to it; turnabout is fair play -- he maneuvers lower, caressing Cullen as he goes. His hand keeps up its work until the moment he takes Cullen in his mouth.

(Not for too long. Just enough to make up for the lack of grease on hand.)