He laughed and held to him while he fought valiantly with his tunic and emerged victorious. Feeling him crash in against his chest was a relief, hot, flushed skin to hot, flushed skin. He wrapped his arms around him securely, mouth open and jaw working in the sloppy, ardent kiss. His teeth scraped his tongue, his lower lip, his upper. He couldn't stop himself from biting at him, although it wasn't rough.

"Sounds about right," he murmured belatedly. It didn't really matter. They had lots of wine. That was the crux of it. He encouraged his legs wider in his straddle of his lap so he could grind up against him.

He could feel his cock trying to plump. Dizzy desire was there, heat pooled in his belly and beneath his balls, but it was all through a wine haze. He didn't put too much thought into it. Rough hands dragged down Fenris' back to cup the firm muscle of his ass.