[There is a moment of tenseness as Kirk's fingers brush against the lyrium- but no more than any other contact made with the elf. He can push aside the ache they cause for fare more enjoyable sensations. He growls into the kiss, at the feel of Kirk's groin against his- returning the favour- much rougher, desperately needing the friction between them.
He breaks off the kiss, biting roughly at Kirk's jawline, one hand moving to tangle tightly in the man's hair, while the other works as his shirt. He wanted, needed, craved more. ]
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He breaks off the kiss, biting roughly at Kirk's jawline, one hand moving to tangle tightly in the man's hair, while the other works as his shirt. He wanted, needed, craved more. ]