The full warm wetness of his mouth does a good job defusing Fenris' irritation, the hand still stroking his shaft pushing the mood from his expression and replacing it with desire and a deepening lust. He hums in pleasure and resists the urge to let his eyes slide shut to take in the sensation, still preferring to enjoy the view of the Warden looking particularly attractive between his legs.

His finger that nudges a moment later at his ass is dry and Fenris grunts softly in warning. Not that he wouldn't mind having Aedan buried in him again, however. He shifts his weight, leaning back against his shoulders to lift one leg, manoeuvring it between Aedan's own and rubbing the other man's cock through the fabric of his trousers with his bare toes.

"How do you want it, Warden?" His voice is smooth and deep, husky with arousal. A slow smile curls its way across his expression and he echoes Aedan's own words back to him: "I'm open to your suggestions."