Holding a fistful of Vax's hair, he has some kind of anchor and only tightens his grip enough to let him know he's doing something very right whenever those soft lips rub over his ridges. Those seem to be just as sensitive as the tip of his cock and it's not long before Fjord is moaning louder, a choked-off sound like Vax's name lodged in his chest once deep-throated.

His hips start to roll, slow and halting as he holds back from thrusting the way he would if Vax was on his dick. This all started off so sincerely selfless but now as Fjord's claws rake the bedsheets and Vax's scalp all he wants is to be inside him again.

His lashes fall, shuttered as he looks down at Vax in approval and growls. He won't last long, already worked up from getting his halfelf off.