"Yeah, well, I've been waiting for this for a long time," he half growled, half breathed against the wet flesh of his Fenris' ear. He took the tip back between his lips, sucking, working along the shell and back again, kissing behind the curve. His fingers found their way along the other ear, slowly caressing as he rolled his hips into the ministrations of Fenris' palm.

It was almost shameful, how hard he was with want just from Fenris' touch, but he couldn't deny it or the aching throb. He ground against calloused fingers, breath hitching as he sought those tiny seconds of relief that the pressure brought.

"It's unfair, you know. You're still more dressed than I am..." he gasped.