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.
Helped or not, it made him feel like he was doing something. Kirk was a very active lover, enjoying making his partners feel good, bringing out their pleasure and seeing that as his own. Still, it was nice to have Fenris taking control like this, to let someone else give the orders for a little bit - damn sexy too.
Fenris' little smile made his heart and his cock jump, his cheeks flushed and his own lips curved in enjoyment. It changed shape to that of an "O" when Fenris licked at him, fingers shooting down to grasp at silver hair as he restrained his hips from jerking against Fenris' lips.
"Well that's one way to make it up to me ~" Kirk said a touch breathlessly.
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.
For some reason, he had not thought Fenris would enjoy this particular sexual activity. Not that he wished him to stop - he was gloriously talented at it. In the back of his head, he knew there the talent came from, but he didn't want to think on that and sully things. Not here. Fenris could stop at any time, after all.
"Such promises, Fenris," he gasped, hips raising off the bed a fraction, fingers clenching in the silver locks for a half second before releasing. "Sorry," he gasped. "That just felt really good ~"
It would be wise not to bring that up. Fenris knows, a little, that it's about control. About having that power to do as he pleased, and to stop when he needed to. It was different, empowering, almost. He also knows that Kirk would never push it too far, never expect more from him than he was willing to give. It's one of the things that attracted the man to him in the first place.
"It is fine, trust me when I tell you I would make it very clear if it were not," he says, not without some amusement, but grateful all the same.
He repeats the motion once more, but he has no aim of letting this end so easily, so quickly. And so, he moves back up kissing along Kirk's body as he does, grazing his teeth occasionally across bare skin, across a nipple. He makes it back to Kirk's head, peppering his jawline with kisses, before capturing his lips again, dipping his hips down against the other man's
A groan of frustration left him when Fenris abandoned his cock, the organ slick and flushed red against his belly, little drops of desire already beading at the head. Fuck, when was the last time he had been this turned on by anyone? He rolled against the path of Fenris' mouth, offering himself up before wrapping a leg and arms around him to hold him close. Was it possible to want someone quite this much?
"You're surprisingly good at teasing," Kirk rasped between their lips, pushing up against Fenris and scraping them together, gritting his teeth as he hissed.
It's surprising to Fenris, to feel how much Kirk desires him. He knew the man was attracted to him, of course, he would have had to been blind to miss that much. But this is a very, very welcome surprise. To know Kirk's desire for him matches his for the man. He really has wanted this for a very long time.
He almost growls as Kirk moves up to meet him, grinding back down, gaining fiction between them. His fingers dig into the bedsheets, as his cock presses up hard against Kirk's thigh. His bites on the man's lower lip, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.
"Glad to know it's surprising, he replies, somewhat drolly, before raising his head, glancing towards the bedside cabinet. "Do you have anything?"
A stupid question to ask Kirk of all people, really, but you never know. He might be surprising himself.
Kirk would not have called it a stupid question, but perhaps silly given his reputation. He was not exactly known for being celibate, despite his captain status - he just usually kept well away from crew members. Fenris was the obvious exception, even though his status as a member of Kirk's crew should have put him in the similar position.
But after so long with him, wanting him, he couldn't deny himself what they both clearly desired anymore. He couldn't bear it if the walls he erected between everyone else and himself rose between them. It would kill some sliver of his heart, tiny but important, and he knew he would never be the same man. He knew Fenris would never forgive him either, and that he could not bear.
He twisted beneath the other, reaching for a nearby drawer and drawing it open, taking out a tube and pressing it into Fenris' hand. "It might feel a bit odd - self warming," he explained, hooking his leg around the elf's hips and raising himself up again, grinding his cock against the lyrium threaded skin.
Fenris is glad for the lack of walls. Eventually, he knows, he probably would have overstepped them anyway, pressed for this. If he had been turned down, it would have broken his heart, he thinks, but he would have just...faded into the background. Done his job.
It would have been awful . Luckily, it doesn't have to come to that.
"Duly noted," hooray for the future.
He opens up the tube, squeezing some out on his hand and letting out a pleasant hum at the self-warming sensation. He leans in, pressing a biting kiss to Kirk's jawline.
"Tell me if you need me to stop at any point."
It was important to him, such things. For far too long, he had no choice in the matter, he would never make anyone else have to deal with such a thing. Choice was everything. He leans in to press a more gentle kiss to Kirk's lips, his slicked up fingers going down to Kirk's ass, probing his entrance, slicking him with surprising gentleness given the roughness of their encounter thus far.
"Promise," Kirk said, knowing Fenris needed the verbal acknowledgement rather than something noncomittal like a moan, tempting as just that simple response was. He sincerely doubted that Fenris would do anything he disliked, and even if he did, they would quickly find something else that worked for them both.
Kirk's lips parted for Fenris, inviting him while his legs shifted and relaxed. His own fingers rose up, tangling in the silver hair to keep Fenris against his mouth. His hips rose, pushing against the fingers, giving permission - needing it even. He wanted more from Fenris in that moment, the roughness, that demand and control Fenris had been taking. But he could seek that later, when they were more sure of themselves in these particular moments together.
"Fenris..." he murmured, tugging at the elf's bottom lip with his teeth.
He nods, glad for the confirmation. It was all he needed to know he could press on.
And oh, how Kirk would get what he wished...eventually. He needed time to settle, to know what Kirk wanted, to know and understand his limits, but once he'd established that, he would free himself a little more. Allow that aggression back in.
His tongue slips into Kirk's mouth as he deepens that kiss, almost biting, a shadow, a glimmer of the potential for things to become rougher later. He uses his free hand to slick himself up, wanting this as easy an experience as possible. He'd rather not cause Kirk undue harm. Yet. Slowly, carefully, he presses himself into Kirk, groaning low into his mouth as the feel of muscle tight around him as he presses deeper inward.
Jesus. It was certainly not Kirk's first time being penetrated, not by a long shot, but this... this felt different. He hissed as he felt Fenris' head breach him, his body naturally tightening agains the intrusion. One breath, two, and he let himself relax, pressing his ass forward to take more of the elf into him.
"Fenris," he moaned a second time, toes curling as Fenris sank deeper into him, his whole body shuddering in pleasure. It had been a long time, a very long time indeed, and it felt so very good to feel this, to have Fenris be the one giving it to him.
Fenris continues to press in deeper, adoring and revelling in every inch of Kirk he penetrates. At the sound of his name, he leans forward, pressing a sharp, biting kiss at Kirk's jawline. One hand slides under the other man, supporting his weight while he angles him up a little, giving him better leverage. Slowly, but building momentum, he starts to rock into him, breath catching as he presses in steadily deeper - his free hand shifts to Kirk's cock, moving it in time with his own rocking.
Any resistance he had fled when Fenris angled his hips. His starved body drank in the elf, eyes fluttering as Fenris' cock settled inside and began to tease in and out, sending flickers of pain laced with heady pleasure. Easily he found the rhythm, moving with his lover to draw him further in, hissing every time his buttocks slapped against Fenris' hips.
"Fuck that's good..."
Kirk sucked his lip as his back arched, knuckling the bed sheets as his hips began to burn from thrusting up to meet Fenris. And it really must be good, if it was getting the good captain to curse so, make his cheeks burn like they were and his nipples and cock ache so deep it pulled at his balls.
Fenris let out a low groan of satisfaction at the sounds coming out of Kirk, out of his every response. He leaned in to press biting kisses against Kirk's jaw, his hand moving quicker, motions more rough as he played with the other man's member.
He shifted his own hips, angling deeper, trying to find Kirk's prostate, moaning at the tightness in his own balls, revelling in feeling utterly sheathed by the man, in the push and pull of his inner muscles.
"I got that impression," he replied at last, voice husky with want.
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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.
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"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
Fenris' little smile made his heart and his cock jump, his cheeks flushed and his own lips curved in enjoyment. It changed shape to that of an "O" when Fenris licked at him, fingers shooting down to grasp at silver hair as he restrained his hips from jerking against Fenris' lips.
"Well that's one way to make it up to me ~" Kirk said a touch breathlessly.
as well you should!
"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.
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"Such promises, Fenris," he gasped, hips raising off the bed a fraction, fingers clenching in the silver locks for a half second before releasing. "Sorry," he gasped. "That just felt really good ~"
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"It is fine, trust me when I tell you I would make it very clear if it were not," he says, not without some amusement, but grateful all the same.
He repeats the motion once more, but he has no aim of letting this end so easily, so quickly. And so, he moves back up kissing along Kirk's body as he does, grazing his teeth occasionally across bare skin, across a nipple. He makes it back to Kirk's head, peppering his jawline with kisses, before capturing his lips again, dipping his hips down against the other man's
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"You're surprisingly good at teasing," Kirk rasped between their lips, pushing up against Fenris and scraping them together, gritting his teeth as he hissed.
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He almost growls as Kirk moves up to meet him, grinding back down, gaining fiction between them. His fingers dig into the bedsheets, as his cock presses up hard against Kirk's thigh. His bites on the man's lower lip, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.
"Glad to know it's surprising, he replies, somewhat drolly, before raising his head, glancing towards the bedside cabinet. "Do you have anything?"
A stupid question to ask Kirk of all people, really, but you never know. He might be surprising himself.
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But after so long with him, wanting him, he couldn't deny himself what they both clearly desired anymore. He couldn't bear it if the walls he erected between everyone else and himself rose between them. It would kill some sliver of his heart, tiny but important, and he knew he would never be the same man. He knew Fenris would never forgive him either, and that he could not bear.
He twisted beneath the other, reaching for a nearby drawer and drawing it open, taking out a tube and pressing it into Fenris' hand. "It might feel a bit odd - self warming," he explained, hooking his leg around the elf's hips and raising himself up again, grinding his cock against the lyrium threaded skin.
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It would have been awful . Luckily, it doesn't have to come to that.
"Duly noted," hooray for the future.
He opens up the tube, squeezing some out on his hand and letting out a pleasant hum at the self-warming sensation. He leans in, pressing a biting kiss to Kirk's jawline.
"Tell me if you need me to stop at any point."
It was important to him, such things. For far too long, he had no choice in the matter, he would never make anyone else have to deal with such a thing. Choice was everything. He leans in to press a more gentle kiss to Kirk's lips, his slicked up fingers going down to Kirk's ass, probing his entrance, slicking him with surprising gentleness given the roughness of their encounter thus far.
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Kirk's lips parted for Fenris, inviting him while his legs shifted and relaxed. His own fingers rose up, tangling in the silver hair to keep Fenris against his mouth. His hips rose, pushing against the fingers, giving permission - needing it even. He wanted more from Fenris in that moment, the roughness, that demand and control Fenris had been taking. But he could seek that later, when they were more sure of themselves in these particular moments together.
"Fenris..." he murmured, tugging at the elf's bottom lip with his teeth.
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And oh, how Kirk would get what he wished...eventually. He needed time to settle, to know what Kirk wanted, to know and understand his limits, but once he'd established that, he would free himself a little more. Allow that aggression back in.
His tongue slips into Kirk's mouth as he deepens that kiss, almost biting, a shadow, a glimmer of the potential for things to become rougher later. He uses his free hand to slick himself up, wanting this as easy an experience as possible. He'd rather not cause Kirk undue harm. Yet. Slowly, carefully, he presses himself into Kirk, groaning low into his mouth as the feel of muscle tight around him as he presses deeper inward.
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"Fenris," he moaned a second time, toes curling as Fenris sank deeper into him, his whole body shuddering in pleasure. It had been a long time, a very long time indeed, and it felt so very good to feel this, to have Fenris be the one giving it to him.
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"Fuck that's good..."
Kirk sucked his lip as his back arched, knuckling the bed sheets as his hips began to burn from thrusting up to meet Fenris. And it really must be good, if it was getting the good captain to curse so, make his cheeks burn like they were and his nipples and cock ache so deep it pulled at his balls.
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He shifted his own hips, angling deeper, trying to find Kirk's prostate, moaning at the tightness in his own balls, revelling in feeling utterly sheathed by the man, in the push and pull of his inner muscles.
"I got that impression," he replied at last, voice husky with want.