_{[ Kirk titled his jaw willingly, inviting the little pricks of pain from Fenris' teeth, the warm sparks of heat that fluttered down his spine and settled in his belly, wrapping around his cock. His fingers brushed along the elf's spine, finding the paths the lyrium carved and caressing them. He followed them down over his hips and his thighs, featherlight brushes as he turned his head to nip at Fenris' lips in turn. ]}

Oh? Do tell me. We should definitely try all of them.

_{[ His eyes sparkled as his tongue darted out, teasingly flicking across Fenris' lips - a challenge and a supplication in one motion. ]}