He'd never even considered this would be a true possibility, no matter how Thranduil's scent had taunted him, twisting his mind, leaving him wanting. Now, he didn't have to ignore it. Especially not when alone in the King's private rooms. The freedom for this was an ecstasy he'd never expected to experience with the closed off Elf, yet here he was, lips pressed to silken skin and hands settling on the blond's hips lightly, just another point of contact.

Blinking a couple times when she held up some strange, rubbery thing, Fenris' head tipped to the side in question, one ear held high to accent his confusion. Normally the things she brought were interesting while this was....odd. Though when she waved it before his face, he snapped at it. The texture was strange and the resistance was awkward, not hard yet only giving so much and the taste wasn't really something he could say he was fond of having in his mouth. Pulling back, tongue lifting, he pushed the thing from his mouth to land on the floor. Looking up at Kettu, his distaste was obvious with the narrowing of his eyes and wrinkling of his snout. Not to mention the way his tail had stilled.