Everything is breath and mouths and low words. It's perfect.

"You've been through an emotional upheaval lately," he flattens his palm to sweep up Vax's belly and chest, gliding down to rest over his pants where Fjord's hand covers the front, "are you sure you don't want some help unwinding?"

His lips catch an earlobe, fond when he nips.

"I could take care of you, get you out of your head. You don't need to do anything back. How would you like that, my hand around you for the first time in a week, helping you get off?"