His trousers are left loosened but on, purely to save himself the embarrassment of getting too hard too early when surrounded by such beauty. Such love. It pours off each of them in waves, gorgeous and kind in their own ways but identical in their happiness to have him amongst them, and it's that craving in the air that has Fjord crawling on his knees over to Vax, the most distracted, and sliding his large hands up those lean thighs to feel the way the black lingerie straps ripple under his caress, all the way around the half-elf's chest where Fjord plucks on them with his claws in fascination.

"I don't know what I did to deserve all of you," he murmurs, before fastening his mouth in a kiss to the nape of Vax's neck, breathing in his scent.

Fjord's eyes are closed as he encourages Vax to sit back against him and reaches out around him to find Molly's and Aphrodite's thighs, giving each of them a squeeze. He slips one hand down between the tiefling's legs to feel what kind of fabric is covering him, then does the same to Aphrodite, busy gnawing lovebites across Vax's shoulder.