answered:
The Templar lets out a soft sound, a tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips as Atreus leaned down to brush them against his husbands and let him have the affection he wanted. It was a slow, lazy kiss that ended with Atreus propping his elbows either side of Stephen’s head and resting his head in his hands. It was close enough that Atreus could lean down and pepper little smooches against his face in affection.
“Maker ah love ye, Stephen.” Atreus breathed against Stephen’s lips before sealing them with another kiss. He shifted, merely settling to rest his weight against him, head buried in the curve of the mage’s neck.
“Ah’m.. jus.. gonna..” he didn’t even finish his sentence before he was fast asleep atop Stephen’s chest.