Alistair's answering smile is sweet, and deeply fond.

It's -- been a while since Cullen was this present, too. Just the way Cullen looks at him makes Alistair's whole chest ache, like he's stretching to his full height after a long time hunched low. He combs his fingers through Cullen's hair again; rests his palm against his cheek as he watches him.

On the next kiss, his free hand drifts lower to settle on Cullen's backside.