[There is a moment of tenseness as Kirk's fingers brush against the lyrium- but no more than any other contact made with the elf. He can push aside the ache they cause for fare more enjoyable sensations. He growls into the kiss, at the feel of Kirk's groin against his- returning the favour- much rougher, desperately needing the friction between them.
He breaks off the kiss, biting roughly at Kirk's jawline, one hand moving to tangle tightly in the man's hair, while the other works as his shirt. He wanted, needed, craved more. ]
[ To be honest, Kirk hadn't been sure what to expect from Fenris in terms of sex. Having seen his memories, he had been worried Fenris would shy away from it more, or perhaps be more sensitive to certain acts. He hadn't expected shyness, but the roughness was a surprise - though not an unpleasant one. ]
Ah, here, let me help...
[ He laughed, husky and warm at Fenris' want, his own very much matching it - if the growing bulge in his jeans was not giving him away, pressed as tight to Fenris' thigh as it was.
His arms slid down, grasping the edges of his own shirt and tugging it up and off before going for Fenris'. ]
[Fenris would be most amused to know he surprised Kirk on just about anything. He very reluctantly steps away , to allow Kirk to remove his shirt. He fumbles with his own, thankful for once that he didn't go out in all his armour. There's probably a dagger stashed somewhere though. Thedosians gotta Thedas.
He lets his shirt drop to an untidy pile on the floor, forgetting it in favour of admiring Kirk. It's not the first time he's seen the man shirtless, of course, but it's the first time he's got a reason to truly appreciate him. He lets out a low, approving hum, before stepping close to Kirk again, lips and teeth moving over his shoulder and collarbone. His hands move to the man's thighs, pressing in close, one hand sliding down to especially press against that bulge. ]
[ Honestly, Kirk would be surprised if the other didn't have some sort of bladed weapon on him. He had to wonder if Fenris perhaps had a kink for them, but that would be something to explore later, when there was more trust between them in this new layer of their relationship.
Kirk leaned his weight back on the wall and let Fenris look. His own body was nicked with scars here and there, faint flashes of raised white skin where something had bit or nicked him. The biggest decoration was the tattoo running down his side along his ribs, the anchor to his ship back home.
A low groan left him as Fenris pressed against his hips. His cock scraped against the zipper of his jeans, spared by the thin shield of his underwear, which already felt damp at the tip. His hands followed the trail of lyrium down Fenris' back, finding his hips and around to his ass. He grasped Fenris beneath his cheeks, tugging him up and in and rolling against the elf. ]
[It's just common sense in Thedas. If you don't have a blade on you, you're just asking to be mugged.
He drinks him in, adoring every inch of skin, every scar. His fingers trace the anchor for a moment, before he's distracted by Kirk's hands on his ass, pulling him up close. One leg moves up, almost hooking around Kirk's hip- trying desperately to get closer than clothes actually allow, pressing up close, rutting against him, his own desire very much evident. ]
Bed.
[The word is practically growled out against Kirk's collarbone, the elf biting down hard against the skin. ]
[ Kirk's head jerked back at the bite, hissing sharply and his teeth flashing as he snapped at empty air. God, that hurt, but oh did it feel good too. Like Fenris was marking him. Anyone else he might have shyed away from that particular notion, but with Fenris he felt he could wear it as a badge of honor, and damn if that sting didn't go all the way down into his groin.
He laughed, low and husky and as full of need and want as the smaller man. ]
Yes, sir ~
[ Hips thrust forward sharply to knock the other back, though it had the added effect of bumping their groins together and for a second Kirk saw a flicker of stars. Shuffling his feet he managed to turn them around, walking himself back towards the bed as Fenris had demanded and falling back onto the emerald green sheets when his knees hit the mattress.
There he paused, panting, his entire body quivering as he waited for Fenris to make the next move, to tell him what he wanted, give him permission to touch and ravish. Though right now he would settle for just getting his jeans off. ]
[Fenris pays attention to every reaction Kirk makes, committing it all to memory. He wants to know what gives the man pleasure, and equally important, what to avoid, should Kirk recoil from something.
He crosses the room to Kirk, wasting no time in straddling his hips, grinding his own down, letting out a deep groan at the sensation. His mouth goes back to that bite, sucking and nipping at it, it will absolutely bruise. The elf's hands move down between them, fumbling with the zipper of Kirk's jeans, and working them open so he can slip a hand inside to press against the man's cock.
[ Everything about Fenris is fierce, isn't it? His kiss, his bites, the way he settled over his lap, the way his fingers tugged at Kirk's jeans to work them open. Fierce and hungry and Kirk wanted nothing more than to feed that hunger, to give him everything he wanted and then some.
Kirk's breath caught when Fenris' rough palm touched the bare flesh of his cock, heat pulsing from the organ and through his thighs. Unreservedly, Kirk begin to thrust his hips against Fenris' grip, cock grinding against the rough texture of Fenris' palm. Not wanting to be outdone, he worked open Fenris' pants and began to slowly push them down, not letting Fenris' cock free of them just yet though he did take a handful of the elf's rear again. What could he say? He loved how firm and small it was, thumbs brushing across the lines of lyrium. ]
[The elf never did anything by half measures, that much was very certain.
He enjoys the fact Kirk is unreserved in this, that he's not afraid to show how he feels, what he wants. It makes this much easier, so that he can meet them. He almost growls as Kirk's hands move away from freeing him from his pants, to grasp his rear instead. He shifts up against the man, trying to gain traction against his thigh and his own hand squeezes around Kirk's cock, thumb running up the length of it. He shifts his head, capturing Kirk's lips again in a kiss, biting at his lower lip in the process. ]
[ Kirk's lips pulled up in a teasing smile as Fenris kissed him, kneading his ass as the elf writhed and rutted against him. He did not want to deny Fenris, not really, but it was delicious seeing how much Fenris wanted this, wanted him. It made the heat in his groin burn hotter, felt the pull of it through the rest of his body, balls tightening.
Kirk pulled his head back, licking swollen lips and hooking his thumbs into Fenris' pants. ]
I want to see all of you.
[ A request, not a demand, from the tone. A warm pleading to see his new lover in their entirety, to let him have the chance to worship his form and discover its secrets. ]
[Fenris chuckles at the request, deep and tinny in his chest. He leans in, kissing and nipping at Kirk's jawline. He shifts back, breath hot against Kirk's skin, his eyes darkening with want. ]
[ 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. ]
[Fenris let out a low groan at Kirk's actions. His fingers move to thread in the hair at the base of his head, tangling- but not rough...just yet. He is absolutely reacting to Kirk, his cock thick and throbbing, twitching with want. He lets out a shuddery breath- half the man's name, half a moan. ]
[ Damn, he wanted more of that sound. It shot straight to his own clock, thankfully free of his jeans otherwise his zipper might have started creating some circulation issues. His fingers dug harder into Fenris, slipping up to grab at his cheeks as his mouth found its way to the silver-laced cock.
His eyes flicked up to watch Fenris as he slid his tongue along the length and around the head. A brief flick, back and forth, and then his head dropped down, taking Fenris between his lips with a low moan of his own. ]
[Fenris head tilts back as his eyes close at the sensation of Kirk's tongue on his cock, the organ thickening and aching at his ministrations. His fingers tighten in Kirk's hair, as the man takes him in- an attempt to stop himself from rocking his hips in response. A ragged breath escapes him, and for a brief second, the lyrium flickers to life. ]
[ For a heartbeat, Kirk worried that he had done something to displease Fenris, seeing the lyrium flicker like that. But Fenris hadn't said anything, and the grip in his hair felt like a sure sign to continue on, so he did. He took in as much of him as he could, proving that his charm was not just in his words.
He pulled back slowly, letting go of Fenris' cock with a wet, almost obscene pop. ]
[Kirk has absolutely not misstepped there. The elf lets out a frustrated whine as Kirk abandons his cock. He looks down with dark, half-lidded eyes, breathing heavy. A half-sad smile does cross his lips, his hand slipping from Kirk's hair to stroke against his cheek with surprising gentleness. ]
[ A shift and Kirk sat back on his thighs, still gazing up at Fenris. He took his head, kissing the back, the knuckles, turning it over to kiss the palm. ]
I know you won't, and I'll tell you if at any point I need you to stop. Just like you, right?
[ He licked along his middle finger before wrapping his lips around the digit. He drew it in, sucking while he wrapped his fingers around Fenris' cock. Squeezing and stroking, just enough to keep him interested without going over as he teased him. Admittedly, he was curious to see what it would take to break Fenris. ]
[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. ]
[ The sound Kirk made was between a gasp and laugh, clearly unsure which he wanted to make when Fenris shoved. His eyes lit up, arching into the press of Fenris' mouth, shivering at the pressure of his teeth, feeling the rawness they left behind. Oh, he knew he would bear those marks later, probably for days, which excited him further - a fact given away by the beading of white drops on his cock.
The bite to his thigh drew a yelp, a sharp jerk of his hips, not no call to stop. He looped a leg around Fenris' shoulder, using his heel to knead his back. He dropped a curse when Fenris took him between his lips, rising up - but slowly, managing to control himself as he asked for more. ]
[That is exactly the sort of reaction he was hoping to get out of Kirk. He smirks around the man's cock, almost growling in response. The elf's fingers tighten on his shoulder, keeping him pinned with his surprising strength, more than anyone would expect he would be able of, honestly.
He draws his mouth over Kirk's cock, before repeating the motion slowly. His tongue presses up against the bottom of the member, while his top teeth graze over the top- lightly, enough to scrape and tingle. but not especially hurt. The fingers of his free hand slips under them, to press against Kirk's balls- testing him, pushing him to his limits. ]
[ Surprising strength, yes, but exciting. Kirk had always gotten a sort of thrill out of being with those stronger than himself. His skin prickled and shivered in delight at the pressure of those hands, the sensation running straight to his cock. The organ throbbed beneath Fenris' attentions, a tightness spreading through his thighs and down his balls, accented by the flashes of heat and electricity.
Kirk's hips rose and fell, pushing against Fenris' lips and down onto his fingers, fighting with himself over which sensation he wanted more. ]
[The elf chuckles, the action vibrating the member in his mouth- a purposeful act. He takes the man in deep again, all tongue and teeth, before slowly sliding his mouth off him. He exhales on the tip, turning his head to look at Kirk, one dark eyebrow cocked, amused smirk playing across his lips. When he speaks, his already deep voice is considerably lower, heady with desire. ]
[ Fuck. That voice. Jesus did it do things to him. Any blood he had left rushed down between his legs, the hair rising across his body as an excited rush of heat washed over him. Damn and double damn. ]
Oh, you really wouldn't do that to me, would you?
[ There's a half-whine in his voice, licking his lips as he looked down at Fenris. ]
[Oh, but it was delightful to see the effect he had on Kirk. To watch the man react to him. His hands slide down to Kirk's hips, fingers digging lightly into the skin, smirk still on his lips. ]
I don't think I could be so cruel, no. But I'd rather this not be over so soon.
[He is absolutely insinuating that Kirk can't handle it. The challenge is absolutely there in his tone.]
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He breaks off the kiss, biting roughly at Kirk's jawline, one hand moving to tangle tightly in the man's hair, while the other works as his shirt. He wanted, needed, craved more. ]
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Ah, here, let me help...
[ He laughed, husky and warm at Fenris' want, his own very much matching it - if the growing bulge in his jeans was not giving him away, pressed as tight to Fenris' thigh as it was.
His arms slid down, grasping the edges of his own shirt and tugging it up and off before going for Fenris'. ]
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He lets his shirt drop to an untidy pile on the floor, forgetting it in favour of admiring Kirk. It's not the first time he's seen the man shirtless, of course, but it's the first time he's got a reason to truly appreciate him. He lets out a low, approving hum, before stepping close to Kirk again, lips and teeth moving over his shoulder and collarbone. His hands move to the man's thighs, pressing in close, one hand sliding down to especially press against that bulge. ]
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Kirk leaned his weight back on the wall and let Fenris look. His own body was nicked with scars here and there, faint flashes of raised white skin where something had bit or nicked him. The biggest decoration was the tattoo running down his side along his ribs, the anchor to his ship back home.
A low groan left him as Fenris pressed against his hips. His cock scraped against the zipper of his jeans, spared by the thin shield of his underwear, which already felt damp at the tip. His hands followed the trail of lyrium down Fenris' back, finding his hips and around to his ass. He grasped Fenris beneath his cheeks, tugging him up and in and rolling against the elf. ]
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He drinks him in, adoring every inch of skin, every scar. His fingers trace the anchor for a moment, before he's distracted by Kirk's hands on his ass, pulling him up close. One leg moves up, almost hooking around Kirk's hip- trying desperately to get closer than clothes actually allow, pressing up close, rutting against him, his own desire very much evident. ]
Bed.
[The word is practically growled out against Kirk's collarbone, the elf biting down hard against the skin. ]
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He laughed, low and husky and as full of need and want as the smaller man. ]
Yes, sir ~
[ Hips thrust forward sharply to knock the other back, though it had the added effect of bumping their groins together and for a second Kirk saw a flicker of stars. Shuffling his feet he managed to turn them around, walking himself back towards the bed as Fenris had demanded and falling back onto the emerald green sheets when his knees hit the mattress.
There he paused, panting, his entire body quivering as he waited for Fenris to make the next move, to tell him what he wanted, give him permission to touch and ravish. Though right now he would settle for just getting his jeans off. ]
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He crosses the room to Kirk, wasting no time in straddling his hips, grinding his own down, letting out a deep groan at the sensation. His mouth goes back to that bite, sucking and nipping at it, it will absolutely bruise. The elf's hands move down between them, fumbling with the zipper of Kirk's jeans, and working them open so he can slip a hand inside to press against the man's cock.
He's certainly ready for some ravishing. ]
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Kirk's breath caught when Fenris' rough palm touched the bare flesh of his cock, heat pulsing from the organ and through his thighs. Unreservedly, Kirk begin to thrust his hips against Fenris' grip, cock grinding against the rough texture of Fenris' palm. Not wanting to be outdone, he worked open Fenris' pants and began to slowly push them down, not letting Fenris' cock free of them just yet though he did take a handful of the elf's rear again. What could he say? He loved how firm and small it was, thumbs brushing across the lines of lyrium. ]
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He enjoys the fact Kirk is unreserved in this, that he's not afraid to show how he feels, what he wants. It makes this much easier, so that he can meet them. He almost growls as Kirk's hands move away from freeing him from his pants, to grasp his rear instead. He shifts up against the man, trying to gain traction against his thigh and his own hand squeezes around Kirk's cock, thumb running up the length of it. He shifts his head, capturing Kirk's lips again in a kiss, biting at his lower lip in the process. ]
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Kirk pulled his head back, licking swollen lips and hooking his thumbs into Fenris' pants. ]
I want to see all of you.
[ A request, not a demand, from the tone. A warm pleading to see his new lover in their entirety, to let him have the chance to worship his form and discover its secrets. ]
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Then be my guest.
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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. ]
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His eyes flicked up to watch Fenris as he slid his tongue along the length and around the head. A brief flick, back and forth, and then his head dropped down, taking Fenris between his lips with a low moan of his own. ]
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He pulled back slowly, letting go of Fenris' cock with a wet, almost obscene pop. ]
You don't have to hold back with me, Fenris.
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I was trying to avoid hurting you.
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I know you won't, and I'll tell you if at any point I need you to stop. Just like you, right?
[ He licked along his middle finger before wrapping his lips around the digit. He drew it in, sucking while he wrapped his fingers around Fenris' cock. Squeezing and stroking, just enough to keep him interested without going over as he teased him. Admittedly, he was curious to see what it would take to break Fenris. ]
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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. ]
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The bite to his thigh drew a yelp, a sharp jerk of his hips, not no call to stop. He looped a leg around Fenris' shoulder, using his heel to knead his back. He dropped a curse when Fenris took him between his lips, rising up - but slowly, managing to control himself as he asked for more. ]
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He draws his mouth over Kirk's cock, before repeating the motion slowly. His tongue presses up against the bottom of the member, while his top teeth graze over the top- lightly, enough to scrape and tingle. but not especially hurt. The fingers of his free hand slips under them, to press against Kirk's balls- testing him, pushing him to his limits. ]
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Kirk's hips rose and fell, pushing against Fenris' lips and down onto his fingers, fighting with himself over which sensation he wanted more. ]
Oh now you're just being mean, Fenris ~
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Would you rather I stop?
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Oh, you really wouldn't do that to me, would you?
[ There's a half-whine in his voice, licking his lips as he looked down at Fenris. ]
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I don't think I could be so cruel, no. But I'd rather this not be over so soon.
[He is absolutely insinuating that Kirk can't handle it. The challenge is absolutely there in his tone.]
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