Being to serious all the time, when their lives constantly shifted between the wonderful and the heart breaking? It was to much. It would break them all long before the vastness of space ever did. So he laughed and wondered and joked, wanting the halls to feel like a home and not a coffin, slowly squeezing the souls out of his crew.

"Maybe next time then. I'll even bring music," he teased around sharp gasps as Fenris nipped across his body.

Kirk leaned back, shamelessly spreading his legs so Fenris could go where he pleased, happy to give himself over to the other's wants. One leg angled down, foot pushing at Fenris' trousers in a way that might have helped, and might not have, but Kirk liked to think the former as his hips jerked slightly.

"Oh, careful, Fenris," he purred, muscles twitching.