Theon laughs, and it's a warm, happy sound that he wouldn't have associated with a moment like this even before. He's caught, for a moment, just watching, before the words properly catch up to him.

He doesn't hesitate, undoing the button and fly of his jeans and starting to wriggle out of them, catching his underwear with it. Everything gets shimmied down his hips and thighs until he can ease the bunching denim down with his feet, letting it drop to the floor too.

They've waited a long time, they really have, but as he lays there, naked and open and a hand creeping down not to hide his scar but to touch the swollen flesh beneath and around, it's so fucking for it.