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[undwarfy]

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[undwarfy]

Varric was still panting when Fenris came up and licked his lips. The sight made him shiver; he reached down and brushed a drop of come off the elf's swollen lips. Unthinkingly he drew his hand back and licked his thumb, eyes still locked with Fenris the whole time.

"Damn, Broody, you're- amazing."

[lyriumclaws]

That sight had him biting his lower lip, tasting the spot Varric had touched. How had he lived without this? How hadn't he and Varric found one another sooner?

He crawled up Varric's body and nestled himself - slender, tan, and satisfied - against Varric's side, lips near his ear. "And this is just the first time," he murmured. "Imagine what else I can do."

He'd been afraid of being pushed away. That this would only be sex and nothing more. The kisses had dispelled that notion.

[undwarfy]

"Mm, can't," he muttered, pulling the blankets over them both with a satisfied little hum. "Your head explodes one time, and suddenly the laundry fee around here triples. I'm not making that mistake again."

Varric himself was wondering similar things: how he'd gone his whole life without trying this, how he'd gone years without realizing what he and Broody could have had between them. Shit, if those stupid markings were what brought them together, then he'd send those damn lyrium doodles a fruit basket.

Just the markings. Not the person who made them. The markings themselves didn't ask to exist.

At some point, Varric didn't realize he was staring off into nothing. He was too busy lost in an extremely stupid train of thought.

[lyriumclaws]

How long had it been since he'd curled in with someone this way? How long since he'd wanted to? He nuzzled against Varric's jaw and gave warm little kisses as he settled there, his arm draped around Varric's waist. This, he thought, was how life should feel. Warm, sated, hopeful, with the security of a roof over his head, and trusted arms around him. What he'd done to deserve it, he wasn't sure, but he had no intent of letting go.

"Rest, amasio mei," he whispered. "I can't wait to kiss you good morning."

[undwarfy]

The kisses knocked him out of his idiotic thought train and he kissed back, peppering a soft rain of kisses over his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, those ridiculous little ears.

"Night, Broody," he mumbled, only bothering to move enough to blow out the nearest candle. The rest of the room's light was from the fireplace, and fuck trying to put that out.

With that, he drew Fenris a little closer to him and faded off to sleep.