[There's a very slight moment of hesitation, a brief flicker- at the hand nudge. It only lasts a moment, before he relaxes again, he trusts Kirk- a lot more than he does most people. It was just a moment of unfounded worry, before he places his fears aside to turn around. ]
Hmmm, that is good to know. I would hate to be disappointed.
[ His hands cupped Fenris' thighs as they moved above his head, gently massaging the sharp angle of them. His fingers trailed down his thighs, following the paths of the lyrium. He leaned up, tongue brushing along the edges of his balls and back to the perineum.
He hummed as his tongue lapped and his lips brushed across his most intimate areas, eyes looking down to see how Fenris was faring on the other end. ]
[Fenris' movements are a little more unsure. This...well, this is a new experience for him. Most of the time sex for him has been a rather violent, hurried affair. Anyone taking their time with their foreplay is almost alien. At least when it's directed at him.
But as Kirk works, the tenseness slowly lessens, because oh Maker, that felt good. He sinks a little into the bed, fingers gripping the sheets, letting out a low groan. ]
[ Kirk's cock twitched at the sound, finding it particularly erotic coming from the smaller man. His grip on Fenris' hips tightened, loosening them after a second, reminding himself not to make it feel like Fenris was being trapped or held down. He wasn't sure how important that was, but he felt that it meant something. Even in the throes of pleasure, he reminded himself of it - for Fenris' sake.
Slowly Kirk worked his tongue along the sensitive flesh, back towards his entrance and then down again to his sack. He parted his lips, taking one between them and sucking while his tongue stroked. His fingers worked slow circles on Fenris' hips, massaging him. ]
[It means the world and more to him. It means he can trust Kirk, allow the walls he builds around himself for protection to come down, brick by steady brick for the other man. Walls that could get rebuilt again so quickly, with one wrong move. It was certainly a tricky affair, loving Fenris.
The elf lets out another groan, murmuring gibberish in Tevene against the bedsheets. Precum beads the tip of his aching cock, his breath sharp and ragged. One hand moves to find one of Kirk's resting on it and giving it a squeeze, to let him know he was still okay- more than. ]
[ Eagerly Kirk ducked his head, tongue flicking along Fenris' shaft to snatch at the white droplets, groaning as the first taste of the elf hit his tongue. Slowly he drew his tongue back down his length, twisting to nibble and lick along the inside of his thighs. He breathed a heady laugh against the wet skin, feeling the growing ache in his own cock against his belly. ]
You're going to have to tell me what you want in English, Fenris. Though I think I can take a guess.
[Fenris turns a little, his hand moving to Kirk's thigh, gripping it tightly as he sucked in ragged breaths, desire flooding his senses. It took him a few moments for his brain to actually catch up and SPEAK English. ]
[ For a brief moment, Kirk thought he was going to come right there.
It felt like an immense struggle to keep himself together as those words
sank in, wrapping him in a velvet warmth. He took a shaky breath,
controlling himself as he licked up behind Fenris' balls and between his
cheeks. ]
All right, all right. How do you want me?
[ He wasn't sure of Fenris' preferences, after all, though he had the
thought that Fenris would be a top given the choice. He couldn't imagine
Fenris submitting, though if he wished it of course he would pleasure him
that way. All he wanted was for Fenris to enjoy this, to want it, for them
to not regret this night and whatever might come of it. ]
[An estimation Kirk would be utterly correct in. It took far more time, far more comfort for him to not dominate the proceedings. Something about being captured made the panic rise in him again.
But he doesn't want to think of that right now. He pushes such thoughts deep down. Kirk is not that man. He turns, nudging Kirk down with a low chuckle, leaning in to nip at his jawline. ]
[ 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. ]
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Hmmm, that is good to know. I would hate to be disappointed.
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He hummed as his tongue lapped and his lips brushed across his most intimate areas, eyes looking down to see how Fenris was faring on the other end. ]
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But as Kirk works, the tenseness slowly lessens, because oh Maker, that felt good. He sinks a little into the bed, fingers gripping the sheets, letting out a low groan. ]
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Slowly Kirk worked his tongue along the sensitive flesh, back towards his entrance and then down again to his sack. He parted his lips, taking one between them and sucking while his tongue stroked. His fingers worked slow circles on Fenris' hips, massaging him. ]
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The elf lets out another groan, murmuring gibberish in Tevene against the bedsheets. Precum beads the tip of his aching cock, his breath sharp and ragged. One hand moves to find one of Kirk's resting on it and giving it a squeeze, to let him know he was still okay- more than. ]
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You're going to have to tell me what you want in English, Fenris. Though I think I can take a guess.
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You. All of you.
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[ For a brief moment, Kirk thought he was going to come right there. It felt like an immense struggle to keep himself together as those words sank in, wrapping him in a velvet warmth. He took a shaky breath, controlling himself as he licked up behind Fenris' balls and between his cheeks. ]
All right, all right. How do you want me?
[ He wasn't sure of Fenris' preferences, after all, though he had the thought that Fenris would be a top given the choice. He couldn't imagine Fenris submitting, though if he wished it of course he would pleasure him that way. All he wanted was for Fenris to enjoy this, to want it, for them to not regret this night and whatever might come of it. ]
Anything you want, Fenris.
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But he doesn't want to think of that right now. He pushes such thoughts deep down. Kirk is not that man. He turns, nudging Kirk down with a low chuckle, leaning in to nip at his jawline. ]
I have a few ideas.
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[ 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. ]
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I think that might take a while~
[His hands move lower, tracing the curve of Kirk's thigh, round to his ass. He leans in, sucking on Kirk's earlobe. ]
Do you have anything?
[Belatedly, he realised he probably should have looked if one of the obnoxious vending machines sold lube. They probably did. ]