He trembled with the effort - not from lack of flexibility, but simply keeping himself in position rather than turning around to try and ravish his lover. Slowly Kirk tilted his head back against Iskandar's shoulders, closing his eyes as he soaked in the sensations of his own body - the burn of muscles as he kept his legs spread, the increasing ache of his cock as his desire remained unattended.

"Would you call it your favorite?" he asked him, reaching a hand back to grip Iskandar's neck, like it might provide the energy he needed to hold his position as he had been commanded.