Every touch heats another path through him. Alistair shivers. He cups Cullen's cheek and bends to kiss him, but he's too breathless to keep it up for long.
With care -- and another soft gasp -- he lifts his hips to slide free. His senses haven't fully returned, but he can feel Cullen pressed hard against his abdomen; shooting him a quick, questioning look -- may I? -- he slips his hand between them to take hold.
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With care -- and another soft gasp -- he lifts his hips to slide free. His senses haven't fully returned, but he can feel Cullen pressed hard against his abdomen; shooting him a quick, questioning look -- may I? -- he slips his hand between them to take hold.