Alistair sinks into the kiss, gladly, his free hand rising to cup Cullen's cheek. When it breaks, he has to take a moment to catch his breath, eyes still closed.
Once he regains his bearings, he traces his thumb along Cullen's scar, his smile softer, brighter. "Handsome man," he murmurs fondly. "Call if you need me."
no subject
Alistair sinks into the kiss, gladly, his free hand rising to cup Cullen's cheek. When it breaks, he has to take a moment to catch his breath, eyes still closed.
Once he regains his bearings, he traces his thumb along Cullen's scar, his smile softer, brighter. "Handsome man," he murmurs fondly. "Call if you need me."