fjord kisses him right back, chasing the half elf as he parts, and vax'ildan isn't going to say no. it's nice to feel wanted, to have someone that'll chase him when he pulls away. so often vax'ildan is used to being alone, to walking away and pushing those who try to follow, but something in fjord makes him want to be caught. it could be the tusks, it could be the strong hands, it could be his masculine presence. vax isn't picky, he doesn't care. he just wants to be ensnared in this kiss, and he is, so fully.

"fjord," he breathes into his mouth between breaks, "if you keep this up, i'm not going to want to stop."