[Sebastian hums against Fenris' throat, and that much is a little smug-- retroactively, as he hadn't necessarily meant to challenge Fenris into stringing sentences together while he lavishes him with other attentions, but! Here they are!
And it's an explanation he can see himself in with a kind of distant regret, in a way; he'd always been a bit of a hanger-on to Hawke's group, after all. That, and the abrupt end to the life he'd had in the Chantry, and the fairly fresh murder of his entire family... well. Sebastian knows what it is to be suddenly bereft of options, of purpose and a place to belong, and maybe he'd felt that in Fenris over the years. No— he most certainly had, because after the dust settled over Kirkwall, it was only Fenris he'd gone back for. Sure, he'd nodded curtly to Hawke while waiting for Fenris to make his goodbyes, but...
It's not important. Not at the moment, anyway, mouth eager against heated skin, interrupted only momentarily by Fenris moving, or by a murmured kind of I told you so for the merits of Starkhaven— not smug this time but confirming, yes, Starkhaven is different, Starkhaven is not Kirkwall, Fenris has a place here and it's so much more than the prince's bodyguard. He's simply glad to know he'd had the right idea! Not smug.
Maybe a bit, but can he be blamed for the surge of happiness he feels knowing Fenris is happy, here? Hmm.
He leans into the hand in his hair, eyes closing for a moment of blissful, uninterrupted enjoyment. He cups Fenris' face in his hands when he looks at him again, smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone. Hello, darling.]
You never said anything. In Kirkwall.
[And, fair, he can understand that, but oh.]
Even if you'd turned me down back then, you would always be welcome here. I mean that. But I am glad you came.
[With a quick peck, for emphasis. He's proud of Fenris, he thinks, although that seems a little too dweeby to bring up now even for him.]
It's been a long time since I could claim total certainty about the path I've chosen. Even now, when Starkhaven's future is bright...
[Which isn't a great way for the prince to think, which is why he won't say it anywhere but here or to anyone but Fenris. Maybe he's the best choice for Starkhaven, but is Starkhaven still the best choice for him-- the point being:]
With you, I haven't wondered even a minute. I'd almost forgotten what clarity felt like, but you, Fenris... you make my life so much richer, and I'm grateful. [A beat, then with just a smidge of hindsight self-burn:] Imagine if I'd said that in Kirkwall, instead.
[If he'd said all that in Kirkwall . . . ah, but there's little point in chasing after that thread, is there? He hadn't, and Fenris had not realized, and yet it had all worked out. Perhaps a bit later than they might have preferred, but on the other hand, oh, he cannot imagine the rage he would have been in if the Chantry had blown up while he was fully in love with Sebastian. Maker's breath, nothing would have survived that, not until Fenris had made sure Sebastian was safe and whole. His feelings on the Chantry in general are . . . passive, let's say, although there's been a few conversations lately that have made him thoughtful. But ah, his feelings for Sebastian are—
Well. The point is: it worked out.]
You're saying it here and now.
[And honestly, that's what really matters. Fenris tips his head down, brushing their lips together in a swift kiss before he pulls back. Honestly, he's happy enough that it almost hurts, his heart aching with joy and love and adoration (and, quietly, minutely, a little bit of fear, for nothing good can last. But he's not thinking thoughts like that right now).]
And I do not think I could have heard it properly in Kirkwall.
[Not as sullen and terrified as he'd always been. Perhaps they could have begun something, but it would have been far more difficult.
And they can talk about that, sure, but . . . maybe not right this second, when he's very aware of Sebastian between his spread legs. His fingers card through his hair again, then curl, gripping gently as he tips his head back.]
I love you.
[It's important to say over and over, at least right now. But with that established, he ducks back down again. He misses that mouth on his neck, but oh, kissing brings its own joys. He has a vague thought for vows and chastity, but honestly, that's for Sebastian to offer up. He's just going to kiss him until they're both dizzy from lack of breath, memorizing the exact way his lips push and pull, the broadness of his hands and cleverness of his fingers, all of it, all of him, so much different than the idle fantasies he's had. So much better.]
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And it's an explanation he can see himself in with a kind of distant regret, in a way; he'd always been a bit of a hanger-on to Hawke's group, after all. That, and the abrupt end to the life he'd had in the Chantry, and the fairly fresh murder of his entire family... well. Sebastian knows what it is to be suddenly bereft of options, of purpose and a place to belong, and maybe he'd felt that in Fenris over the years. No— he most certainly had, because after the dust settled over Kirkwall, it was only Fenris he'd gone back for. Sure, he'd nodded curtly to Hawke while waiting for Fenris to make his goodbyes, but...
It's not important. Not at the moment, anyway, mouth eager against heated skin, interrupted only momentarily by Fenris moving, or by a murmured kind of I told you so for the merits of Starkhaven— not smug this time but confirming, yes, Starkhaven is different, Starkhaven is not Kirkwall, Fenris has a place here and it's so much more than the prince's bodyguard. He's simply glad to know he'd had the right idea! Not smug.
Maybe a bit, but can he be blamed for the surge of happiness he feels knowing Fenris is happy, here? Hmm.
He leans into the hand in his hair, eyes closing for a moment of blissful, uninterrupted enjoyment. He cups Fenris' face in his hands when he looks at him again, smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone. Hello, darling.]
You never said anything. In Kirkwall.
[And, fair, he can understand that, but oh.]
Even if you'd turned me down back then, you would always be welcome here. I mean that. But I am glad you came.
[With a quick peck, for emphasis. He's proud of Fenris, he thinks, although that seems a little too dweeby to bring up now even for him.]
It's been a long time since I could claim total certainty about the path I've chosen. Even now, when Starkhaven's future is bright...
[Which isn't a great way for the prince to think, which is why he won't say it anywhere but here or to anyone but Fenris. Maybe he's the best choice for Starkhaven, but is Starkhaven still the best choice for him-- the point being:]
With you, I haven't wondered even a minute. I'd almost forgotten what clarity felt like, but you, Fenris... you make my life so much richer, and I'm grateful. [A beat, then with just a smidge of hindsight self-burn:] Imagine if I'd said that in Kirkwall, instead.
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Well. The point is: it worked out.]
You're saying it here and now.
[And honestly, that's what really matters. Fenris tips his head down, brushing their lips together in a swift kiss before he pulls back. Honestly, he's happy enough that it almost hurts, his heart aching with joy and love and adoration (and, quietly, minutely, a little bit of fear, for nothing good can last. But he's not thinking thoughts like that right now).]
And I do not think I could have heard it properly in Kirkwall.
[Not as sullen and terrified as he'd always been. Perhaps they could have begun something, but it would have been far more difficult.
And they can talk about that, sure, but . . . maybe not right this second, when he's very aware of Sebastian between his spread legs. His fingers card through his hair again, then curl, gripping gently as he tips his head back.]
I love you.
[It's important to say over and over, at least right now. But with that established, he ducks back down again. He misses that mouth on his neck, but oh, kissing brings its own joys. He has a vague thought for vows and chastity, but honestly, that's for Sebastian to offer up. He's just going to kiss him until they're both dizzy from lack of breath, memorizing the exact way his lips push and pull, the broadness of his hands and cleverness of his fingers, all of it, all of him, so much different than the idle fantasies he's had. So much better.]