[ Hips bucked to shove Fenris slightly off so he could pull the rest of Fenris' pants and underwear off. Kirk let gravity take him down to his knees in front of Fenris, running his fingers over the muscled thighs and the sharp hips. God, he was beautiful. He couldn't fathom how that bastard could have treated Fenris as anything other than a treasure.
Kirk pressed his face against Fenris's stomach, nipping along the line of his belly and edging down towards the soft patch of silver curls while his fingers curled beneath his rear, kneading the muscle along the edges of the silver veins. ]
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Kirk pressed his face against Fenris's stomach, nipping along the line of his belly and edging down towards the soft patch of silver curls while his fingers curled beneath his rear, kneading the muscle along the edges of the silver veins. ]