With Vax's trousers parted just enough to let Fjord's fingers curve inside and coax out his cock into the safety of his palm, away from a metal maw, he nuzzles his way to an ear and teases it with his lips, soft kisses interspersed with his words. He strokes him loosely, a hint of friction to work him up, and his other arm wraps right around Vax to rub his chest and belly to keep him soothed.

"Want to know a secret?"

Fjord is a cosy throne and proud, nibbling his way to the tip of a pointed ear as his thumb rolls over a cockhead below.

"You're so smooth," fingers spreading over a pec to squeeze, "sometimes I think about coming all over you and licking you clean."