A part of him wonders what the catch is. Where this stops, when something goes wrong. He doesn't want it to, but he knows his luck. Another part, the part with a different name, believes this to be an utter waste of time.
Anders' yearning for something overrides both his reservations and Justice's as he crowds the man and soaks up what's offered like a sandy shore soaks up sunlight. And that's what this is - warm, restorative, everything he wants and needs right now.
Despite himself he makes a quiet noise, hands clenching in Zevran's clothing as he opens his mouth to the kiss. There are so many things he's gone without because of Justice, because of the cause, and he'd forgotten how good they could be. How good they could feel.
It takes all of his strength to break the kiss for a moment. "Is this all right? With... Who I am, taken into account?" A no would be devastating, but he'd recover. He's not so sure he could if this goes any further and then Zevran shoves him away.
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Anders' yearning for something overrides both his reservations and Justice's as he crowds the man and soaks up what's offered like a sandy shore soaks up sunlight. And that's what this is - warm, restorative, everything he wants and needs right now.
Despite himself he makes a quiet noise, hands clenching in Zevran's clothing as he opens his mouth to the kiss. There are so many things he's gone without because of Justice, because of the cause, and he'd forgotten how good they could be. How good they could feel.
It takes all of his strength to break the kiss for a moment. "Is this all right? With... Who I am, taken into account?" A no would be devastating, but he'd recover. He's not so sure he could if this goes any further and then Zevran shoves him away.