"Maker, there would be no mercy, no quarter from him. A truly awful fate would await me."
Fenris wasn't used to people who weren't afraid of him- or at least, people who weren't afraid of him right from the bat. There was nothing he could do to sway or intimidate the good doctor. He just had to deal with it, like everyone else.
As Kirk leaned in closer, so did Fenris. He felt his gaze shifting, from those winking eyes and down to his lips. There was a desire to throw caution to the wind, to act on his ever growing desires for the other man. To capture those lips in his own, to taste him, enjoy every inch of him. They were close enough. He could just lean forward and-
He cleared his throat, realising he'd been staring. He did his best to cover it up with a deep chuckle, but it had absolutely been there.
Well, Fenris wasn't anywhere near the strangest or even the most aggressive of the aliens Kirk and his crew had met. Fenris was, at best, in the middling range, and the good Doctor had parlayed and bluffed against Klingons before. But then, most doctors had backbones like that - made of steel, and you only saw it when they got grumpy or protective. Personally, Kirk was glad the doctor wasn't letting Fenris get away with anything. He thought it was a nice change for the elf, and it also meant Bones rather liked Fenris too.
Kirk couldn't dismiss the other leaning in like that, the way his gaze shifted down to his own lips. He wasn't imagining it, was he? He couldn't be, especially when Fenris was usually so in control of actions like that, always seemed so guarded. Kirk could not help but let his own gaze drift to Fenris' lips, biting his as he wondered what the elf might do if he kissed him, what Fenris might taste like, what those elegant swirls of lyrium would feel like beneath his touch.
"Do I have your word on that?" he asked him, breathing in sharply as he suddenly decided to be bold. "We seal such things with a kiss, here."
Fenris welcomed the challenge, really. Some of his firmest friendships were made with people who didn't back down to his usual grumpy demeanour. People who just treated him like everyone else. Nothing special. That...that was how he preferred it. After years of being paraded as something incredible, he welcomed being one in a crowd.
At Kirk's words, there was certainly a colouring to the elf's face. A part of him wanted to pull away, to couch awkwardly and fumble his way out of this. It would be his normal response to such advances.
But he found he didn't want to. Not really. The stronger desire was to jump in, unguarded, for once just to let something good happen to him. As such, a smirk played across his lips, eyes locking on Kirk's.
"Is that so?" he chuckled low. "Then I would hate to ignore tradition. That just would't do."
Seeing Fenris' cheeks darken felt a rare treat, and he drank it in, memorizing that particular shade. Seeing someone blush was always one of his favorite sights, watching the way their body reacted to pleasure and interest. He found it especially intriguing on Fenris, the shade almost beautiful when paired with the silver lyrium running through him.
He realized he stood on a precipice of a sort, that to do this would be to cement something for good or ill. He was no stranger to risks, to plunging into this unknown depths and dodging challenges as they came, but for the first time he felt his heart pounding, questioning if only because he would rather dream than lose the reality.
"It's bad luck if you do," he murmured, slowly reaching up to touch his fingers to Fenris' cheek as he leaned in that last inch to brush their lips.
Fenris is well prepared with a quipped response to that, but Kirk kisses him and takes the words with him. He moves forward to return that kiss. Fenris is not known for his gentleness- it doesn't come easy to him. As such, his kiss is much like he is, fierce and challenging. A little much, perhaps, but he has wanted this for some time.
A part of him knows he could well be seeking disaster in this, but he doesn't care. He didn't get where he is today by baulking when a chance came his way. He's learned to take whatever he's offered with both hands. You never know when it may be gone. When you run out of chances.
And so, he kisses without regret, returning it with ferocity. If this is going to be a disaster, he might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
He had known there would be only one of two possible reactions - Fenris would kiss him back, or Fenris would claw his face off and walk out. Thank the stars it was the former, fierce enough to take Kirk aback as the pressure against his mouth so suddenly increases. He returns the kiss in kind, demanding with teeth and tongue as his fingers work up the back of Fenris' neck and into his silver hair.
Technically speaking, this wasn't proper of him to do. Even illegal. But even if things soured, Fenris didn't seem the type to seek a court of law for his justice, and Kirk couldn't find it in himself to think beyond the warm heat of Fenris' mouth or the leanness of his body against his own.
"Right, so, that went better than expected," he grinned when they parted for air.
Fenris absolutely wasn't the type to seek a court of law. His justice was always a very personal matter, if he ever sought it out at all. Not that he seems interested in anything like that, presently. Kirk has earned his trust, his respect, his admiration even. He's perfectly content.
He chuckles, deep and rumbling, not moving very far away from Kirk at all, his hand shifting to rest just inside the man's leg. A small smirk crosses his lips.
"Well. I have wanted to do that for a while," he cants his head. "What were you expecting?"
Oh. Well, if he'd had any doubts before, they were utterly dashed now. Anyone else might have flushed at this point, but Kirk's eyes brightened and he let his own hand wander down Fenris' back to rest the tips of his fingers at the top of the arch of his rear. His eyes flickered briefly to computer screen on his desk, but there was nothing there that required immediate attention. No, nothing at all.
"Honestly, I thought you might punch me," he laughed, leaning in just enough to brush their noses. "But I like this a lot better." His teeth caught Fenris' lip, sucking gently, keeping in mind to let Fenris have control of the situation. He thought Fenris had gotten better in his time here, but he didn't want to presume or rush and foul what was happening here.
"Computer," he commanded. "Set 'Do Not Disturb' mode, exception for emergency codes."
"Acknowledged," the computer chimed, and as if that were a starting gun he pressed his mouth back to Fenris', pushing his thigh into the elf's touch.
"No punching, I promise," the elf replied with a deep laugh of his own.
He welcomes the computer command, Maker knows how many people would have come knocking otherwise. He'd much rather enjoy this without anyone showing up and disturbing them. He welcomed the kiss even more - returning it eagerly, his tongue darting across Kirk's top lip, requesting entrance.
There was no hesitation in his movements, no regret. He wanted this, absolutely and completely. His fingers stretch a little further down the inside of Kirk's thigh, before his hand moved completely. Instead, he shifted, hooking one leg over Kirk's, pulling himself over so he could straddle the man's lap, fingers moving to tangle roughly in his hair.
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.
Fenris really did enjoy having the advantage. Too many years of having none had seen to that. He rather enjoyed the rough and tumble of sex than lying back and letting it happen. Much better to fight for it. To enjoy it.
He gives Kirk's hair a little tug for that comment, chuckling- a rumbling sound deep in his chest. He breaks off the kiss to leave a trail of nips along Kirk's jaw, before, eventually, relinquishing his hair. For now.
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.
Fenris' muscles tighten as his fingers trace the lyrium. The pain would always be there, if he liked it or not. But he could live with it. This made it worth it. And so, he didn't pull away, nor even tense altogether. Just a twitch, here and there. He lets out a low groan as Kirk's fingers find his nipples, his breath catching a little. But then Krik asks that question and a smirk presses across his lips.
In response, he rocks his hips against Kirk's just the once, enough for the man to feel his own growing desire- to get some much needed friction between them. Then, he parts his legs a little, one hand moving to work at the fastenings of Kirk's pants, fingers slipping inside as soon as he gains enough space to do so. His fingers brush lightly against flesh, teasing.
Oh, that sound coming from Fenris - damn, if that didn't make his cock twitch. He rolled his thumb around the dusky circle, brushing across them to work them into hardness. His eyes kept flicking down to them, watching them peak and flush, finding the color unfairly sensual on Fenris.
"Well don't keep my in suspense," he groaned, pushing down to meet Fenris' touch, his own excitement evident, though not yet full realized.
He slid his hands around Fenris' back, drawing down slowly as he bent his head. His gaze flickered up to Fenris', a wickedly teasing gleam in them as his tongue flashed across one of his nipples. He swirled the tip, following the path of his thumb, in an in, tighter and tighter until his lips closed around the bud to suck and roll between his teeth.
Fenris' breath catches at Kirk's ministrations, and for a moment he drops his head to Kirk's shoulder, shifting into his touch. He presses a kiss, then a light nip to Kirk's skin in retaliation, before he shifts his hand lower.
He takes Kirk's cock in hand, his own fingers running up and down the length of it. Eventually, his thumb comes to the tip, running lazy circles over it as his fingers continue to work the rest.
The captain let his head roll back slightly, sighing and groaning quietly as Fenris felt him up, hips jerking a fraction when he grasped his cock. His hand tightened on Fenris' shoulder, rocking against the stroking of his hand, thickening between his fingers.
"Don't leave me in suspense either," he huffed, moving his lips back along the length of Fenris' ear, tongue brushing along the fine edge and flicking across the tip. He pulled it between his lips, sucking gently and rolling it between his teeth.
Fenris' chide is gentle, teasing as his fingers continue to work his captain's member. His actions are slow, deliberate, his intention to drive the man to the brink of madness, if he can get away with it.
Kirk's ministrations of his ear are enough to elicit a groan out of him. He drops his head a little, his free hand gripping Kirk's thigh as he lets out a shuddery breath. Elves and their ears.
"Yeah, well, I've been waiting for this for a long time," he half growled, half breathed against the wet flesh of his Fenris' ear. He took the tip back between his lips, sucking, working along the shell and back again, kissing behind the curve. His fingers found their way along the other ear, slowly caressing as he rolled his hips into the ministrations of Fenris' palm.
It was almost shameful, how hard he was with want just from Fenris' touch, but he couldn't deny it or the aching throb. He ground against calloused fingers, breath hitching as he sought those tiny seconds of relief that the pressure brought.
"It's unfair, you know. You're still more dressed than I am..." he gasped.
Not that Fenris has any real place to stand there. After all, he was the one to keep putting on the breaks, to step back, never bold enough to dive headfirst into this- even if it meant denying his own feelings. That was lost time he very much plans to make up for now.
He lets out a guttural groan, fingers tightening a little around Kirk's cock as his continues to toy with his ears. Fenris' lips and teeth find the side of Kirk's neck, scraping up along the flesh, exhaling hot breath on the skin.
"Then you had best remedy that," the challenge in his tone very much there.
Oh, Fenris, such a beautiful man, a beautiful soul. The challenge in his voice thrilled him, made him laugh as Fenris' teeth tickled his neck, wanting him to bite. He turned his head, pushing with just enough pressure to bring Fenris' head back up to kiss at his lips, all teeth and tongue and unabashed hunger. His hips thrust harder into Fenris' grasp, fingers working down to tug at the last of his uniform.
"Easier, I think, if we went to bed," he purred, glancing to the side and where the edge of his bed poked out from behind the divider wall.
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.
Fuck, but that was beautiful. Beautiful and hot and did all sorts of beautiful, delicious things to him and made his cock ache all the more. It was very nearly pure torture the way the other slid off him, instantly missing the weight of him in his lap, the heady warmth of him against his chest and his lips.
"Yes, we had."
Three simple words all he could manage before Fenris pulled him close, instantly winding himself around the elf. Ridiculous it might have looked, but Kirk didn't care, loving every moment. What could he say? He did like it when he found a partner who could manhandle him, take charge. It was intoxicating, the sort of thrill that pooled in the put of his stomach and made his member press thick and hard into Fenris' stomach.
"Gonna give me a little show?" he asked when he was dropped, pulling his legs up to his chest and wriggling himself out of his pants, eyes bright, eager to finally have questions answered after so long of waiting.
The elf lets out tsk, rolling his eyes- but not without affection. Kirk was ceaselessly...well, Kirk-like. Equally infuriating, ridiculous and impossible. But he still managed to be a good leader in all of that. Someone who inspired dedication, loyalty. It was why Fenris remained his First Mate for so long on the Tourist. Most of the reason why Fenris followed him to the Enterprise. Yes, he was a deeply infuriating man, but the elf wouldn't want it...want him no other way.
"No."
The rebuff is gruff, but not without humour. He waits until Kirk has removed his pants, before leaning in, trailing biting kisses down his stomach and to his inner thigh, bracing himself on the bed with one hand while working off his own pants with the other
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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.
Something Fenris is glad for. Though he prefers his own space, he does still enjoy warm, happy company from time to time. Despite what those who don't know him all that well think, he isn't bereft of a sense of humour, he just uses it more carefully. And all of Kirk's ...Kirk-ness certainly makes the Enterprise feel like home.
"Good luck with that," he responds with a low, rumbling chuckle.
Fenris would reluctantly say it helped a little, but still, he shifted his legs, pushing the trousers off all the way and letting them land in a pile on the floor. That done, he focuses back on the man below him, pressing a sharp nip to Kirk's inner thigh. He glances up, to throw Kirk a small grin, but also to check the man was still happy, that he still wanted this. That was...important.
That determined, he sets his attention back, one hand resting on Kirk's thigh, while he leans in to trail his tongue slowly up the length of the man's cock.
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Fenris wasn't used to people who weren't afraid of him- or at least, people who weren't afraid of him right from the bat. There was nothing he could do to sway or intimidate the good doctor. He just had to deal with it, like everyone else.
As Kirk leaned in closer, so did Fenris. He felt his gaze shifting, from those winking eyes and down to his lips. There was a desire to throw caution to the wind, to act on his ever growing desires for the other man. To capture those lips in his own, to taste him, enjoy every inch of him. They were close enough. He could just lean forward and-
He cleared his throat, realising he'd been staring. He did his best to cover it up with a deep chuckle, but it had absolutely been there.
"He shan't hear a word of it from me."
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Kirk couldn't dismiss the other leaning in like that, the way his gaze shifted down to his own lips. He wasn't imagining it, was he? He couldn't be, especially when Fenris was usually so in control of actions like that, always seemed so guarded. Kirk could not help but let his own gaze drift to Fenris' lips, biting his as he wondered what the elf might do if he kissed him, what Fenris might taste like, what those elegant swirls of lyrium would feel like beneath his touch.
"Do I have your word on that?" he asked him, breathing in sharply as he suddenly decided to be bold. "We seal such things with a kiss, here."
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At Kirk's words, there was certainly a colouring to the elf's face. A part of him wanted to pull away, to couch awkwardly and fumble his way out of this. It would be his normal response to such advances.
But he found he didn't want to. Not really. The stronger desire was to jump in, unguarded, for once just to let something good happen to him. As such, a smirk played across his lips, eyes locking on Kirk's.
"Is that so?" he chuckled low. "Then I would hate to ignore tradition. That just would't do."
oh hay look, i'm not entirely made of fail
He realized he stood on a precipice of a sort, that to do this would be to cement something for good or ill. He was no stranger to risks, to plunging into this unknown depths and dodging challenges as they came, but for the first time he felt his heart pounding, questioning if only because he would rather dream than lose the reality.
"It's bad luck if you do," he murmured, slowly reaching up to touch his fingers to Fenris' cheek as he leaned in that last inch to brush their lips.
not eveerrrr
A part of him knows he could well be seeking disaster in this, but he doesn't care. He didn't get where he is today by baulking when a chance came his way. He's learned to take whatever he's offered with both hands. You never know when it may be gone. When you run out of chances.
And so, he kisses without regret, returning it with ferocity. If this is going to be a disaster, he might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
waaaah i'm so sorry this took so long
Technically speaking, this wasn't proper of him to do. Even illegal. But even if things soured, Fenris didn't seem the type to seek a court of law for his justice, and Kirk couldn't find it in himself to think beyond the warm heat of Fenris' mouth or the leanness of his body against his own.
"Right, so, that went better than expected," he grinned when they parted for air.
HOW CAN I EVER FORGIVE YOU, GOD!!!
He chuckles, deep and rumbling, not moving very far away from Kirk at all, his hand shifting to rest just inside the man's leg. A small smirk crosses his lips.
"Well. I have wanted to do that for a while," he cants his head. "What were you expecting?"
/offers sexy tags and hob nobs
"Honestly, I thought you might punch me," he laughed, leaning in just enough to brush their noses. "But I like this a lot better." His teeth caught Fenris' lip, sucking gently, keeping in mind to let Fenris have control of the situation. He thought Fenris had gotten better in his time here, but he didn't want to presume or rush and foul what was happening here.
"Computer," he commanded. "Set 'Do Not Disturb' mode, exception for emergency codes."
"Acknowledged," the computer chimed, and as if that were a starting gun he pressed his mouth back to Fenris', pushing his thigh into the elf's touch.
that's the best combo tbh
He welcomes the computer command, Maker knows how many people would have come knocking otherwise. He'd much rather enjoy this without anyone showing up and disturbing them. He welcomed the kiss even more - returning it eagerly, his tongue darting across Kirk's top lip, requesting entrance.
There was no hesitation in his movements, no regret. He wanted this, absolutely and completely. His fingers stretch a little further down the inside of Kirk's thigh, before his hand moved completely. Instead, he shifted, hooking one leg over Kirk's, pulling himself over so he could straddle the man's lap, fingers moving to tangle roughly in his hair.
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"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.
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He gives Kirk's hair a little tug for that comment, chuckling- a rumbling sound deep in his chest. He breaks off the kiss to leave a trail of nips along Kirk's jaw, before, eventually, relinquishing his hair. For now.
"I suppose I can give you that much."
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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.
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In response, he rocks his hips against Kirk's just the once, enough for the man to feel his own growing desire- to get some much needed friction between them. Then, he parts his legs a little, one hand moving to work at the fastenings of Kirk's pants, fingers slipping inside as soon as he gains enough space to do so. His fingers brush lightly against flesh, teasing.
"I have a few ideas."
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"Well don't keep my in suspense," he groaned, pushing down to meet Fenris' touch, his own excitement evident, though not yet full realized.
He slid his hands around Fenris' back, drawing down slowly as he bent his head. His gaze flickered up to Fenris', a wickedly teasing gleam in them as his tongue flashed across one of his nipples. He swirled the tip, following the path of his thumb, in an in, tighter and tighter until his lips closed around the bud to suck and roll between his teeth.
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He takes Kirk's cock in hand, his own fingers running up and down the length of it. Eventually, his thumb comes to the tip, running lazy circles over it as his fingers continue to work the rest.
"I wouldn't dare."
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"Don't leave me in suspense either," he huffed, moving his lips back along the length of Fenris' ear, tongue brushing along the fine edge and flicking across the tip. He pulled it between his lips, sucking gently and rolling it between his teeth.
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Fenris' chide is gentle, teasing as his fingers continue to work his captain's member. His actions are slow, deliberate, his intention to drive the man to the brink of madness, if he can get away with it.
Kirk's ministrations of his ear are enough to elicit a groan out of him. He drops his head a little, his free hand gripping Kirk's thigh as he lets out a shuddery breath. Elves and their ears.
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It was almost shameful, how hard he was with want just from Fenris' touch, but he couldn't deny it or the aching throb. He ground against calloused fingers, breath hitching as he sought those tiny seconds of relief that the pressure brought.
"It's unfair, you know. You're still more dressed than I am..." he gasped.
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Not that Fenris has any real place to stand there. After all, he was the one to keep putting on the breaks, to step back, never bold enough to dive headfirst into this- even if it meant denying his own feelings. That was lost time he very much plans to make up for now.
He lets out a guttural groan, fingers tightening a little around Kirk's cock as his continues to toy with his ears. Fenris' lips and teeth find the side of Kirk's neck, scraping up along the flesh, exhaling hot breath on the skin.
"Then you had best remedy that," the challenge in his tone very much there.
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"Easier, I think, if we went to bed," he purred, glancing to the side and where the edge of his bed poked out from behind the divider wall.
Adds to this while you sleep
"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.
/adds back after forever and a day
"Yes, we had."
Three simple words all he could manage before Fenris pulled him close, instantly winding himself around the elf. Ridiculous it might have looked, but Kirk didn't care, loving every moment. What could he say? He did like it when he found a partner who could manhandle him, take charge. It was intoxicating, the sort of thrill that pooled in the put of his stomach and made his member press thick and hard into Fenris' stomach.
"Gonna give me a little show?" he asked when he was dropped, pulling his legs up to his chest and wriggling himself out of his pants, eyes bright, eager to finally have questions answered after so long of waiting.
wow so long such pining
"No."
The rebuff is gruff, but not without humour. He waits until Kirk has removed his pants, before leaning in, trailing biting kisses down his stomach and to his inner thigh, bracing himself on the bed with one hand while working off his own pants with the other
much ashamed. so sad.
"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.
gosh gosh
"Good luck with that," he responds with a low, rumbling chuckle.
Fenris would reluctantly say it helped a little, but still, he shifted his legs, pushing the trousers off all the way and letting them land in a pile on the floor. That done, he focuses back on the man below him, pressing a sharp nip to Kirk's inner thigh. He glances up, to throw Kirk a small grin, but also to check the man was still happy, that he still wanted this. That was...important.
That determined, he sets his attention back, one hand resting on Kirk's thigh, while he leans in to trail his tongue slowly up the length of the man's cock.
/hangs head in shame
as well you should!
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