[Fenris liked it. Knowing how well he could press Kirk's buttons. It gives him a touch of pride of his own. He kisses her corner of Kirk's lips, light and gentle, a far cry from his usual biting aggression. He was sacred- scared Kirk would never wake. That he had lost him. He's exercising a little more caution.
His fingers quicken, thumb rubbing over his tip. ]
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His fingers quicken, thumb rubbing over his tip. ]
Oh, I am sure you can manage that.