His fingers clench and he muffles a groan against Aedan's shoulder between the attention paid to his ear and the warm, calloused pressure of his hand around his growing arousal. Maker that feels good. He might have missed it as well.

Then the Warden is lowering himself down and Fenris' stomach tightens under his mouth, the clipped moan completely unhindered this time. He combs his fingers back through his dark hair, pushing it away from his face and watching him with hooded eyes. His cock twitches and he hisses softly, the teasing wetness of his tongue just enough to get a reaction.