Fenris flexes his fingers against Aedan's chest, mindful of the steel claws but relishing the feel of warm skin and firm muscle through the fabric of the Warden's shirt anyway, his gaze flicking down to watch the swipe of his tongue over his lips. He can already feel the first warm curl of arousal in the pit of his stomach.

A slow, privater smile spreading over his expression, he pulls back, sliding from the chair and retreating several steps. "Finish with the rest of that armor and I'll be happy to," he all but purrs, already working on his own and planning to be down to just his leggings and tunic by the time Aedan deals with all that plate.