Lathering up the cloth, he starts at Cullen's shoulders, sweeping slow, gentle circles over his skin. There's -- more tension there than he expected, felt rather than seen; he leans a bit more weight into it to help break up the knots.
(Maybe the distractions Cullen's throwing at him aren't all for Alistair's benefit.)
For now, he doesn't comment. Just runs the cloth over his back, with the same gentle hedonism as earlier, wiping off the sweat of a day's work.
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Lathering up the cloth, he starts at Cullen's shoulders, sweeping slow, gentle circles over his skin. There's -- more tension there than he expected, felt rather than seen; he leans a bit more weight into it to help break up the knots.
(Maybe the distractions Cullen's throwing at him aren't all for Alistair's benefit.)
For now, he doesn't comment. Just runs the cloth over his back, with the same gentle hedonism as earlier, wiping off the sweat of a day's work.