[Fenris doesn't hesitate to press back into the kiss before the man is pulling away and speaking to him. And what he says.. it makes that warm heart skip a beat. He's wanted to say something similar to Astarion but in many ways needed the elf to reach this place first before he took the same steps.

For fear? Perhaps. For waiting for Astarion to be ready? Yes, in part. It was complex and fragile, this thing between them, yet also strong and beautiful in a way that it shouldn't be. Like with how it could end at any moment they should avoid this, it should be so easy to break it, yet... yet.

Yet he wants to kiss those blushing ears as he raises a hand to gently brush one.]

I do not call you vhenan lightly, you have found a place in my heart that no other could occupy... As if my very soul calls to you, not even the rifts could keep us apart.

[He smiles gentle and warm, because he doesn't need the sex or the biting, he just wants Astarion, even without those and would gladly take that as his everyday.]

Which is to say I care for you deeply, that my sentiments for you are much the same... that I would wish for nothing less than to stay here and wake with you each day.