vax, still breathless and tired, takes the time to lift his head and watch fjord come. he wants to see it, he wants to bask in the feeling of being covered and filled with come. fjord's feels different than his own, thicker and stickier and warmer, while vax's is thinner and slides down his body onto the sheets below. still, vax feels beautiful, full to bursting and painted that white he'd requested.

"mm, you," he returns, bringing his hands up to hold fjord in place. one behind his head, one at the small of his back, and vax's eyes close while he tries to catch his breath. his smile matches fjord's, and he feels.

happy.