He chuckled easily. It was such an amusing thought, that they just became so preoccupied with kissing and touching that the fucking fell by the wayside. He wished it was something as simple as that. That was wholesome. Charming. He shoved the rest of the thoughts trying to form away, and he was drunk enough to get away with it.

"We'll just have to try harder." The words slurred together, the continued kissing making forming them correctly even more difficult.

"Think you're wearing too much, too." His hands fumbled at Fenris' waist. It would've been more suggestive with more dexterity. Instead, it felt like pawing. He found himself chuckling again under his breath. "Maker's breath, how much wine did we have tonight? I lost count."

He could taste it strongly on Fenris' tongue and his own. Still. He half imagined he could taste it in their saliva.