Of course it is deliberate- how can it be anything but? Zevran is keyed to find a need in whomever he is with and fill it if only to keep himself useful. Keep himself indispensable. It is not so great a compulsion as it once was but- it lingers enough for him to turn the hair it takes to press his lips against the side of Anders' throat.
Not kissing, simply pressing. Resting there while he watches his hand. The real contact comes when he opens the lock and, perhaps, it is framed as it's own sensual reward. The slow pass of his mouth up Anders' jaw, nipping at the skin under his ear. Isabela had such lovely things to say of the man and it is difficult not to be at least a little curious. And-
As a friend? This is something Anders needs. The contact, the teasing, the grounding. It is easy to lose oneself in the desire for survival. He knows that well enough.
One hand slips up from Anders' waist to rest against his sternum, encouraging him to lean more. "It is a fine beginning, yes."
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Not kissing, simply pressing. Resting there while he watches his hand. The real contact comes when he opens the lock and, perhaps, it is framed as it's own sensual reward. The slow pass of his mouth up Anders' jaw, nipping at the skin under his ear. Isabela had such lovely things to say of the man and it is difficult not to be at least a little curious. And-
As a friend? This is something Anders needs. The contact, the teasing, the grounding. It is easy to lose oneself in the desire for survival. He knows that well enough.
One hand slips up from Anders' waist to rest against his sternum, encouraging him to lean more. "It is a fine beginning, yes."