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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"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.