He can feel the rumble when he laughs, pressing his hands to Fenris' chest to better appreciate the depth of it. God, he really loved it when Fenris laughed. Not only for the fact it was so rare, but that when he did laugh he seemed to exude it from his whole body.

Kirk arched and drew off his shirt, letting it drop along with Fenris. He pressed his forehead to Fenris', fingers brushing across his chest, tracing the paths the lyrium carved on his skin. He couldn't help it, but the paths at least led him down to Fenris' nipples, rolling his thumbs across the buds and circling them with tender brushes of his fingers.

"You'll give me this, but what else do you plan to take?" he purred, returning the tender nips.