Vax gets a rumble for an answer before Fjord can find his words. He nods and strokes back all that long hair so it doesn't get caught between them, mouthing his way up a slender neck. Vax smells so good ...

"You already are one."

One hand slips between them to start stroking that neglected pink cock, covering it in a large hand that pumps him to a matching pace with their hips. He's determined to make him come next, having more leisure about his second wind, and he gives Vax what he needs to ride his way to orgasm, following his lead in firm, hurried thrusts.

Remembering how much Vax reacted to being scratched over his thighs, on a whim Fjord rakes the soft inside of one with his claws to leave rosy lines.

"Let go, honey, let me see you do it ..."