That grin widens by degrees, flashing teeth, though only just. Yet it softens a half-beat later, wicked angles sinking slowly into sweetness where he scuffs the span of his profile across Fenris' own. Something fragile dwells here, in the narrow gaps between their bodies. Emotions or memories or—

"I can’t feel him. Nothing at all, not his voice, not his— incessant desire. Only you. And me."

Dark lashes lower as his eyes lid. An exhale, before he steals the press of their lips, decadent, reverent: he keeps his own beastliness at bay for at least a little while longer.

"And that’s all I want."

So yes, Fenris. The company...and so much more than that.