How could he not watch? Especially when Aedan seems so eager for the attention and Fenris is more than willing to oblige him.

A low groan rumbles deep in the back of his throat as he watches the Warden take him in, feeling the warm, wet slide of his cock against the back of his throat. The man certainly doesn't start with half measures, that's for sure. When he pulls back and goes to work with his tongue, Fenris takes the opportunity to rock his hips, rubbing his cock against the curl of his tongue.

"Maker's breath, Aedan..."