He had stayed.
He left before on their first night together, head low and shoulders slumped in shame, but this time, he had stayed. He stayed, and when he woke next to the other, he had smiled slightly, that small smile that was meant only for the other, and had placed his long fingered hand on his cheek and murmured "My Champion." Slow lazy kisses, soft touches memorizing each others skin, tasting, feeling, taking it all in. He hadn't let the memories get to him this time. He just let everything go with the flow, just let his body, not his mind, rule over his actions, his impulses, giving into those desires that had haunted him for three years. It'd been...powerful, for lack of a better word. They'd both been pining for each other, always so close, but never allowed to touch. It'd been madness for the both of them. And he refused to ever put them both through that again.
He stayed, and he didn't regret a second of it.
Laying on his stomach while the other lazily kissed and nibbled down his back, tracing the lyrium brands with his lips and fingers, he smiled that small secretive smile again, and murmured those two words that made the other man's heart swell.
"My Champion."
"My little wolf."