"No punching, I promise," the elf replied with a deep laugh of his own.

He welcomes the computer command, Maker knows how many people would have come knocking otherwise. He'd much rather enjoy this without anyone showing up and disturbing them. He welcomed the kiss even more - returning it eagerly, his tongue darting across Kirk's top lip, requesting entrance.

There was no hesitation in his movements, no regret. He wanted this, absolutely and completely. His fingers stretch a little further down the inside of Kirk's thigh, before his hand moved completely. Instead, he shifted, hooking one leg over Kirk's, pulling himself over so he could straddle the man's lap, fingers moving to tangle roughly in his hair.