Fenris' lips break into a smirk, watching Kirk's reaction, loving every shift of his expression, every twitch in his hips. Drinking them in, committing them to memory. Adoring every second of them. He chuckles softly.

"There will be more, yet."

With that, he dips his head down, parting his lips and dipping his head down, taking Kirk's cock slowly into his mouth. When he raises his head again, he blows lightly on the tip of the wet member, before dipping his head again to repeat the motion, slow and deliberate.