the way the spring electrifies his body has vax moaning, his hand still clasped tightly over his mouth to keep anyone else from overhearing. fjord's strong fingers are pressing against his hole, behind his balls, and vax'ildan lifts one knee to float it next to his head while he's serviced.

"fjord," he exhales, "darling, stop, if you keep going i'll shoot down your throat..." he tugs lightly at the salt-and-pepper hair, pulling him away. "i want you to fuck me. please. and if you keep going i'll finish early..."