Truth be told, it's a game that Fenris has less experience with than he probably lets on to, but he's good at playing along. He presses his foot in a little harder, giving Aedan the pressure he's looking for, his skin prickling in the wake of his tongue over his tattoos. It's an ache that feels just good enough to avoid being painful.

He groans, the sound a low rumble in his throat. "Then put your mouth back to work. Show me how much you want it."