[That request might have honestly been for something more domestic, but if Lorenz is tugging at his trousers, Fenris is hardly going to argue. One foot lifts, tugging at his pants, furthering the job Lorenz had begun until he's confident they'll fall on their own.]

Hmm . . .

[He tips his head into the touch, smiling faintly.]

I would get to my knees for you, just to be sure your thighs are as bitten up as your neck, and never mind what might come after. I like watching you the next day, when you have to take pains not to press down on them and distract yourself from whatever we're doing.

Release me, then, so I may do so. That is my request.