[ Reading lips had always been one of Kirk's talents, more so when he had said the same things with kisses before. He cupped the back of his head, returning the longing, the words that went unsaid and lay tangled in the depths of his heart. The sharpness of teeth on his lips, musky scents, the warm slide of tongues - sensations he had been forgetting, going bleeding out of their lines like the images of those he cared for.
He pulled back, panting, letting out a warm laugh against Fenris' cheek. ]
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He pulled back, panting, letting out a warm laugh against Fenris' cheek. ]
Well, good morning to you too, Fenris.