Happy friday!! For Zev/Warden, “If it hurts, it hurts.” (from the high pain tolerance prompts)
Thank you so much for the prompt! I know this is from the pain tolerance prompts but I took this in a completely different direction XD
Warnings for Zevran/Warden (Warden Tabris warrior named Tristin) reference to sex, first times and poor Tristin being clueless about such things. Written for @dadrunkwriting
By the Maker! He’s ached for this for so fucking long. Tristin can barely believe they’re actually here, in the tent they’ve started sharing weeks ago, completely naked.
“Zevran,” he breathes out, reaching for the assassin he’s come to care about so deeply. They’ve just taken care of the last of the Crows coming after Zevran. He’s finally free.
For a moment, Tristin truly thought Zevran would take this moment to leave. He’s never been so pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong.
“I’m here, my dear,” Zevran says softly, laying his body against Tristin’s. Tristin sucks in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of naked skin pressed against his own. He’s never done anything like this. Never had the time. He was betrothed and when that came to a very traumatic and abrupt end, he didn’t have time because of the whole ‘becoming a Grey Warden’ thing.
Everything is new and intense. It borderlines on too much yet not enough at the same time.
Tristin’s hands shake and he takes Zevran’s face, kissing him softly. Kissing, they’ve done before. The rest of this, not so much. Tristin wanted to take things slowly, and Zevran was more than accommodating. He’s tired of waiting. He wants Zevran, body and soul. Especially knowing that tomorrow isn’t promised.
Zevran pulls back, his hand gripping Tristin’s wrist. “You’re shaking. And becoming tense. What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”
Tristin lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He looks into Zevran’s golden eyes. “I’m just preparing myself,” he explains in a gruff voice. “I know this is going to hurt.”
Zevran startles, his eyes widening. “What?”
“It’s okay,” Tristin quickly reassures. “I still want to do this. I need you, Zevran. If it hurts, it hurts.”
“That’s not. I’m. Tristin, no.”
Tristin is pretty sure this is the first time he’s left Zevran tongue-tied. He’s confused by what he’s said wrong. From the little experience he’s heard about, it usually hurts the fuck, especially if you’re a man having sex with another man.
“My dearest warden,” Zevran says slowly, this thumb running over Tristin’s cheek. “Tattoos hurt. Headaches hurt. Taking a dagger in your stomach hurts. But sex, my love? Sex feels wonderful if done correctly. Tonight? I wish for you to feel nothing but bliss.”
Tristin feels his chest lighten. “Oh,” he breathes out. “Okay. I trust you, Zevran.”
Zevran grins down at him. He leans down and takes Tristin’s lips in another kiss and Tristin lets himself let go and enjoy himself, knowing he’s in good hands.
It turns out, not for the first time, Zevran was right.
