Fenris returned the kiss, breathless and as full of fight as ever- never one to stand down, not even here. HIs teeth catch the corner of Kirk's bottom lip, biting down on it.

"Ït would make things a little easier, yes."

He runs his hand up against Kirk's member one last time, one more carefully administered tug- the thumb brushing across the tip, catching a drop of precum. Eyes locked on Kirk's, he slowly and deliberately brings his thumb up to his mouth, enjoying the taste of the other man. Then, just as slowly and deliberately, he slides off him, and the desk, to stand.

"We had best get there, then, mmm?"

With that, he casually grabs Kirk's legs, pulling him forwards in a quick, rough action. His hands find the man's ass, moving around it, supporting it as he hefts Kirk up into his arms. It looks ridiculous, he's sure, Kirk is much taller and broader than he is, but the elf seems to manage carrying him just fine. His actual strength always a surprise given his stature. He strides over to the bed, teeth and lips pressing against what skin he can, before rather unceremoniously dropping Kirk onto their intended destination.