[ He tips his head a bit to the side to give Fjord room to do whatever the fuck he wanted to his jaw and neck, because the warmth it left was making his blood sing. ]

Mm... wanting something isn't bad, but I understand not wanting to mess it up.

[ Group dynamics and all that. Reasons he didn't try to jump beds with any Nein that would allow him to when they were still such a fragile group of people. (They weren't, not anymore.)

The table digs in a bit and he uses that circus flexibility to slide his butt up on it instead. It meant the half-orc could fit really nicely between his legs and rub against the hard line of his cock in those way-too-tight pants. ]

You are my friend, Fjord. That isn't a lie. It's just... like getting to know you all again.

[ He slips his hands under the pyjama shirt to run his nails over green skin. ]

I like this new you.