A nice thought he aims to make a reality, but that's a subject for when he doesn't have Vax palming between his spread legs and melting his ability to speak. He moans into the kisses and nips with his tusks, just shy of breaking skin, tasting Vax as deeply as he can while arching up against him for more. It starts to feel like a fever in his blood, a whine catching in his throat as he runs his hands all over the halfelf from shoulder-to-ass with pricking claws.

Dazed with arousal, Fjord grinds up against him in a lazy sway, loving everywhere they touch.

"I love you, honey."