All it took was a quick push and Kirk seated himself firmly on his desk, allowing Fenris better purchase to straddle his hips as he was. The move surprised him some, having thought Fenris would take a more dominant position, but upon consideration this suited the elf well. Kirk was at his mercy, and Fenris had the height of advantage now - none of which Kirk minded in the least.

"Let's get this off you, shall we?" Kirk purred, moving his hands to grasp the hem of the every day uniform shirt they both wore, tugging it up along with the black undershirt to expose sleek muscle outlined in silver. The lyrium. Seeing it even now filled him with an odd mixture of sadness and awe. He knew how cruel it was and what it represented to Fenris, and still he could not find it in himself to think it entirely foul.

"Of course, you'll have to let go of my hair for that," he teased, tugging at Fenris' lower lip with his teeth.