It was a good thing Kirk didn't mind scars since Felix was covered in them now. Most fresh. Felix wasn't shy about them being revealed though, happy to have his shirt tossed away. There was a gasp as Kirk went for his pants and he snorted some as the mention of his looks.
Then his chin was grabbed and his eyes widened. When he was released, he have Kirk's hair a pull.
"Don't stop, idiot," he growled before groaning and dropping his head back against the headboard. Oh shit. That felt really good.
Even if he had never seen them before, he wouldn't mind, though he would have had questions. But rather than find them a deterrent, he cared a path over them with lips and tongue. He followed the path they made over Felix's chest, worrying at the roughened skin, tracing the fragmented lines with his tongue. His hands pawed at Felix's ribs and over his stomach, feeling the hard muscle of him in the way he hadn't been able to in the baths, memorizing the angles (and even a few curves).
Fingers slid down into Felix's trousers, caressing his hips, tracing the sharp line of muscle leading down to his groin. He did love defined muscle on a man - it was pleasant being pointed to where all the fun was to be had. He cupped Felix between his leads, gently kneading him over his underwear while his mouth continued tracing it's path over his chest and teasing at his nipples.
Felix's body allowed Kirk how flexible it was as he arched into the touches. The young swordsman was a Dancer after all. However he quickly bit down on a knuckle after letting out a noise he found embarrassing, face reddening fast.
Still, he was impatient, wiggling to get it off his pants and underwear. They were just in the way. It was annoying.
Then he realized something.
"Stop stripping me and lose the clothes." It wasn't fair he was getting naked first. So Felix grabbed for Kirk's clothes to start giving him the same treatment.
My, how bold Felix was when he wanted something. Kirk liked it - a lot. His tongue flicked across a nipple one last time before leaning back to tug off his shirt as Felix asked him. He tossed it aside, taking Felix's hand to press it to his chest, encouraging the other's touch. His body was not quite as defined as Felix's, but Kirk had always been on the svelt side rather than carved.
His body wasn't scarred like Felix's - he was relatively unmarred except for a few marks here and there, ones he had purposefully instructed Bones to leave on him, reminders of battles and moments that he wanted those physical reminders of. Of course, his large, black NCC-1701 tattoo stood out against his left ribs, and his inner arm on his right side sported a series of numbers, nonsensical unless you knew the universal coordinates for Earth.
Twisting, he straddled Felix, guiding the younger man's hands down to the button of his trousers. "You want to do the honors?" he purred, said trousers doing little to hide his growing arousal.
Kirk's muscles weren't as defined as his own but he knew they were there. He'd felt them before when they'd sparred and he'd seen the man naked before in the baths. So he swallowed when he got to really touch him, fingers taking a moment to run over the skin. He wasn't as covered in scars as himself but that wasn't so surprising really.
When his hands were guided to the trousers, he looked up at him. There was just a moment before there was a smirk. The only sign that something was about to happen.
And then, he went to knock the man over so he could be the one to get on top of him. He didn't know if it would work but he wanted to try. Even if he didn't know what he was doing, he still really wanted to see if he could pull off being more confident than he felt in this bed.
He seriously hated not knowing what he was doing.
Anyway, if it worked then he'd climb on top of Kirk so he could start undoing his pants and yanking them down. Basically, yes. He wanted to do the honors.
Changing positions was a surprise, for sure, but not unwelcome. He didn't fight when Felix pulled the move, choosing instead to run his hands over Felix's back and hips. It gave him something to grip on to as he raised his own hips to help Felix strip him down Though here - here is where he flinched, just a little. Before he was sure Felix wouldn't be able to see it as he walked and slid into the water, but here it was laid bare - the mark burned into his flesh on the inside of his thigh, near his groin. It resembled the symbol on his rib, but it was slashed through - broken.
"Your turn," he growled, wrenching the laces of Felix's trousers looser, pushing them down and smiling all the while up at Felix, clearly thrilled with their current situation.
He noted the mark but didn't linger on it. People had their scars and his entire body was littered with them now. About the only place not marred on him was his face. For whatever reason the demons hadn't wanted to harm that part of him.
Felix had to shift to make it easier to get his pants off, eventually having to roll off the man because they were simply too tight to come off otherwise. But he made sure his underwear went with them. However, it was hear that he realized he was now completely naked and the man could see how extremely aroused he was. He flushed and glanced away, trying to recover himself before realizing the best thing to do was to distract Kirk.
So he reached over to grab the back of his neck to yank him in for a kiss.
Being aroused was the point, Felix - he was aroused too, after all. But he wasn't going to say no to the way the other kissed him. He moaned against Felix's mouth, arms wrapping around his waist, sliding down to grip his ass. He squeezed, bringing Felix in flush to his body. He rolled his hips, grinding against Felix, their cocks bumping together, slipping against each other.
"How far you want to go?" he breathed between kisses, hips giving a buck.
"Ah..." The noise he let out flustered him immediately and Felix flinched at his own sound. It wasn't anything Kirk was doing that was for sure. All of that felt so good. The question gave him pause though. Right before he frowned to push the man onto his back so he could climb on top of him again.
Hands splayed on his chest, he gave him a dirty look. "Stop asking questions. I didn't say to stop."
That was what they'd agreed on. If it was too much he'd say they should stop. Well, he hadn't done that. Huffing, he reached up to yank his hair free so that it fell down around his shoulders.
Oh. Oh Felix his hair down was something else. He stared for a heartbeat in quiet awe, drinking it in. He couldn't resist reaching up, burying his hands in those dark locks, twisting the fine hairs around his fingers. He smiled up at him, tugging him down for a fierce kiss and thrusting up against him.
"You should definitely wear your hair down more," he growled, hooking a leg around Felix's waist to hold him close.
He ended up flat on top of the man, moaning from the contact of their hips. Though he was finding he really liked hit kisses like this. It was easier to forget how embarrassing his noises were that way. Or how easily he got turned on by this attention.
"It would get in the way and be something to grab onto." Too dangerous.
"Then just wear it down like this for me," he suggested, biting at Felix's lips. He kissed down his jaw, pulling back to look towards the nightstand. "You keep the lube in there?" he asked, nodding his head towards the nightstand. He lifted himself up some, drawing his hand down Felix's back and down to his ass, fingers brushing over his cleft so Felix knew what he meant.
"You're not that special," he muttered, even if he was kind of thinking about it. Wear his hair down just for Kirk? The thought made his face go red again as he jumped a little from the fingers before looking over to the nightstand. Technically he didn't keep lube there but...
"The demons put some there." And he'd just never gotten rid of it.
Good enough. Kirk twisted, working open the drawer and pulling out the bottle. Thank god for succubi and incubi running half this place, which is a thought he was sure he would never have. But never say never right? He shifted up so he was more in a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard and tugging Felix into his lap. He returned to kissing him since Felix seemed to like it so much (and he did too), using the distraction to coat his fingers.
"We'll see," he smirked, nipping at him. He wrapped his hand around their cocks, stroking them together as his other hand slid between Felix's cheeks, rubbing a slow circle around the right ring he found there.
Felix's legs spread easily to have their hips pressed close. He wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, rolling his hips into the stroking. It felt good, to put it mildly. He had to bite his lip to keep from making another silly noise because of it.
"You're not, you half-wit." Except, Kirk kind of was. He wasn't sure how that had happened and he didn't know what to make of it. All he knew was that it was real and it was startling.
Swallowing, he licked his lips then bit them again when that finger pressed against him. Impatiently, he tried to wiggle his hips back, to tell him to go ahead and stop teasing him. To get on with it already.
He just laughed at the biting remark, used it by now from the other man, able to tell that he didn't quite mean if it. Besides, even with the comment, the sweet noises he made were worth the sting of the words, sending sparks down his spine, his thighs twitching.
"Breathe," he said softly, pressing the first finger inside of Felix. He moved slowly, working his finger in a circle to ease him open little by little, stroking his walls. He hoped the fingers squeezing and stroking his cock would distract from any initial discomfort along with the press of kisses to lips and throat.
"I am..." Their foreheads met and he closed his eyes as he felt that finger push inside him. It wasn't comfortable but the distractions helped. Before he could stop himself, he let out a sound that was almost like a whimper and he quickly buried his face against Kirk's neck, trying to hide away from the fact that he'd made a sound like that. Swallowing, he shifted his hips to welcome more.
He didn't bother correcting Felix. He adjusted his position so it was easier for Felix to lean into him, to bury his face wherever he wanted. He murmured sweet nothings into his ear, nibbling the shell as his fingers continued their work. His thumb rolled over the heads of their cocks, feeling them from sticky with need. Gingerly he added the second finger, please to see that Felix's body gave for him quicker than with the first finger. Good.
"Almost ready now," he promised him, fingers thrusting in and out, pushing to widen him. "Why don't you make sure my cock is ready?" he suggested, meaning for Felix to lube him up, giving Felix something else to concentrate on other than his fingers pushing deeper inside his body, curling against his walls.
Blindly, he felt around for where he'd seen the thing of lube end up. When he found it, he yanked it in between them so he could coat his fingers. Looking down, he saw that hand stroking both of them, biting his lip at the sight of it. Batting the hand away impatiently, he wrapped it around Kirk's cock, stroking him and making sure the lube got all over the hardened flesh.
It was hard to believe he was seriously doing this. But he liked it. It felt good. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell the man to stop at this point that was for sure.
Lifting his head, he caught Kirk's mouth in a biting kiss. It actually ended up with Felix accidentally nipping his own lip on his teeth. He tasted blood and cursed a little, bringing his free hand up to rub at the broken skin. Glancing away, he shifted his hips, his body still wanting the attention obviously. "...sorry."
Even if it was his own lip he hadn't meant to be like that.
As much as Felix hated the sounds he was making, Kirk very much enjoyed them and had no shame in letting off a few of his own when Felix stroked him. Eagerly his hips rose, sliding his length in and out of Felix's grasp, enjoying the roughness of calloused palms. The kiss drew even more sounds, hungry and wanting and disappointed when Felix pulled back.
"No worries, everything's fine," he assured Felix, leaning in to lick a the wound, tease him back into a softer kiss as he added the last digit. His fingers worked faster now, pushing in deep as they could, teasing him wider. "Think you're ready for me?" he rasped, clearly hoping the answer was yes by the way his hips writhed beneath Felix.
The third finger earned another whimpering sound from Felix who nodded fast, not sure if he trusted his own voice. Yes. He was read for him. It was shocking that Kirk had actually licked at the blood on his lip and he looked him in the eyes for a couple seconds before looking away again.
Lifting his hips, he pressed himself closer, letting go of the cock that he was holding to make it easier for Kirk to line himself up. "Do it."
It was all the warning and advice he gave as he settled Felix's hips, bringing them down slowly, raising his and pressing his cock inside of the other. He couldn't hold back the hiss that broke from him as he pushed his head in - even with preparation, Felix was still tight. His fingers dug into the flesh of his rear, keeping Felix steady as he eased him down little by little, trembling from his own efforts to keep controlled.
"Ah..." He grabbed hold of Kirk's hair as he felt himself stretched open by that hardened cock. His back arched and Felix let his head fall back while he let himself enjoy how this felt. Sure it was a little uncomfortable but he knew that would go away. Especially if he focused on the good part of it.
So he willed himself to relax and accept it until the man was further inside of him. Then he was giving a roll of his hips, not letting himself be patient enough to wait. Luckily, that was what Kirk was here for. To make sure he didn't push himself too fast.
So eager. He enjoyed that, how much Felix wanted it, and god he wanted it too. But he kept hold of Felix's hips, not letting him move to fast, push to hard. He leaned in, biting down on Felix's shoulder, licking at the wound before carrying the kisses over his throat. Even so, it didn't take long for Kirk to fully sheathe himself inside of Felix, panting and holding him close as they got used to each other.
"Keep breathing for me, Felix," he murmured. "Move with me." He cupped Felix's cheek, touching their foreheads as he began to rock his hips up and down, shallowly thrusting to get Felix used to the sensation.
Felix moaned and pressed his forehead to Kirk's, closing his eyes as he did as he was told. He moved his body with him, feeling until he found the rhythm with him. Just like he would if he were dancing with a partner. It was surprisingly easy and when he found it, he discovered that the shallow movements went from good to amazing.
Tilting his head, he bumped noses with the man then caught his lips in a kiss. He knew that wouldn't help him with trying to keep breathing but he just didn't care at the moment.
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Then his chin was grabbed and his eyes widened. When he was released, he have Kirk's hair a pull.
"Don't stop, idiot," he growled before groaning and dropping his head back against the headboard. Oh shit. That felt really good.
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Fingers slid down into Felix's trousers, caressing his hips, tracing the sharp line of muscle leading down to his groin. He did love defined muscle on a man - it was pleasant being pointed to where all the fun was to be had. He cupped Felix between his leads, gently kneading him over his underwear while his mouth continued tracing it's path over his chest and teasing at his nipples.
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Still, he was impatient, wiggling to get it off his pants and underwear. They were just in the way. It was annoying.
Then he realized something.
"Stop stripping me and lose the clothes." It wasn't fair he was getting naked first. So Felix grabbed for Kirk's clothes to start giving him the same treatment.
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His body wasn't scarred like Felix's - he was relatively unmarred except for a few marks here and there, ones he had purposefully instructed Bones to leave on him, reminders of battles and moments that he wanted those physical reminders of. Of course, his large, black NCC-1701 tattoo stood out against his left ribs, and his inner arm on his right side sported a series of numbers, nonsensical unless you knew the universal coordinates for Earth.
Twisting, he straddled Felix, guiding the younger man's hands down to the button of his trousers. "You want to do the honors?" he purred, said trousers doing little to hide his growing arousal.
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When his hands were guided to the trousers, he looked up at him. There was just a moment before there was a smirk. The only sign that something was about to happen.
And then, he went to knock the man over so he could be the one to get on top of him. He didn't know if it would work but he wanted to try. Even if he didn't know what he was doing, he still really wanted to see if he could pull off being more confident than he felt in this bed.
He seriously hated not knowing what he was doing.
Anyway, if it worked then he'd climb on top of Kirk so he could start undoing his pants and yanking them down. Basically, yes. He wanted to do the honors.
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"Your turn," he growled, wrenching the laces of Felix's trousers looser, pushing them down and smiling all the while up at Felix, clearly thrilled with their current situation.
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Felix had to shift to make it easier to get his pants off, eventually having to roll off the man because they were simply too tight to come off otherwise. But he made sure his underwear went with them. However, it was hear that he realized he was now completely naked and the man could see how extremely aroused he was. He flushed and glanced away, trying to recover himself before realizing the best thing to do was to distract Kirk.
So he reached over to grab the back of his neck to yank him in for a kiss.
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"How far you want to go?" he breathed between kisses, hips giving a buck.
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Hands splayed on his chest, he gave him a dirty look. "Stop asking questions. I didn't say to stop."
That was what they'd agreed on. If it was too much he'd say they should stop. Well, he hadn't done that. Huffing, he reached up to yank his hair free so that it fell down around his shoulders.
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"You should definitely wear your hair down more," he growled, hooking a leg around Felix's waist to hold him close.
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"It would get in the way and be something to grab onto." Too dangerous.
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"The demons put some there." And he'd just never gotten rid of it.
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"We'll see," he smirked, nipping at him. He wrapped his hand around their cocks, stroking them together as his other hand slid between Felix's cheeks, rubbing a slow circle around the right ring he found there.
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"You're not, you half-wit." Except, Kirk kind of was. He wasn't sure how that had happened and he didn't know what to make of it. All he knew was that it was real and it was startling.
Swallowing, he licked his lips then bit them again when that finger pressed against him. Impatiently, he tried to wiggle his hips back, to tell him to go ahead and stop teasing him. To get on with it already.
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"Breathe," he said softly, pressing the first finger inside of Felix. He moved slowly, working his finger in a circle to ease him open little by little, stroking his walls. He hoped the fingers squeezing and stroking his cock would distract from any initial discomfort along with the press of kisses to lips and throat.
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He wanted that. Wanted to feel him.
"...keep moving..."
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"Almost ready now," he promised him, fingers thrusting in and out, pushing to widen him. "Why don't you make sure my cock is ready?" he suggested, meaning for Felix to lube him up, giving Felix something else to concentrate on other than his fingers pushing deeper inside his body, curling against his walls.
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It was hard to believe he was seriously doing this. But he liked it. It felt good. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell the man to stop at this point that was for sure.
Lifting his head, he caught Kirk's mouth in a biting kiss. It actually ended up with Felix accidentally nipping his own lip on his teeth. He tasted blood and cursed a little, bringing his free hand up to rub at the broken skin. Glancing away, he shifted his hips, his body still wanting the attention obviously. "...sorry."
Even if it was his own lip he hadn't meant to be like that.
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"No worries, everything's fine," he assured Felix, leaning in to lick a the wound, tease him back into a softer kiss as he added the last digit. His fingers worked faster now, pushing in deep as they could, teasing him wider. "Think you're ready for me?" he rasped, clearly hoping the answer was yes by the way his hips writhed beneath Felix.
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Lifting his hips, he pressed himself closer, letting go of the cock that he was holding to make it easier for Kirk to line himself up. "Do it."
He was more than ready in his opinion.
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It was all the warning and advice he gave as he settled Felix's hips, bringing them down slowly, raising his and pressing his cock inside of the other. He couldn't hold back the hiss that broke from him as he pushed his head in - even with preparation, Felix was still tight. His fingers dug into the flesh of his rear, keeping Felix steady as he eased him down little by little, trembling from his own efforts to keep controlled.
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So he willed himself to relax and accept it until the man was further inside of him. Then he was giving a roll of his hips, not letting himself be patient enough to wait. Luckily, that was what Kirk was here for. To make sure he didn't push himself too fast.
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"Keep breathing for me, Felix," he murmured. "Move with me." He cupped Felix's cheek, touching their foreheads as he began to rock his hips up and down, shallowly thrusting to get Felix used to the sensation.
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Tilting his head, he bumped noses with the man then caught his lips in a kiss. He knew that wouldn't help him with trying to keep breathing but he just didn't care at the moment.
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