[Fenris lets out a groan at Kirk's ministrations,but at least seems to relax more, after the reassurance. His pulse quickens again, as he allows himself to be lost in the moment. To release some of the pent up control he usually has to deal with.]
Well. In that case.
[He pushes Kirk back down on the bed, his hand gripping his shoulder, pinning him there, fingers digging into flesh roughly. He dips his head, trailing biting kisses down the man's torso- all sharp and hard, aiming to bruise and mark. He presses a particularly sharp one on the inside of Kirk's thigh- eyes flicking up to check he was doing alright- before slipping his mouth over Kirk's cock, thankfully not biting this time. ]
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Well. In that case.
[He pushes Kirk back down on the bed, his hand gripping his shoulder, pinning him there, fingers digging into flesh roughly. He dips his head, trailing biting kisses down the man's torso- all sharp and hard, aiming to bruise and mark. He presses a particularly sharp one on the inside of Kirk's thigh- eyes flicking up to check he was doing alright- before slipping his mouth over Kirk's cock, thankfully not biting this time. ]