The sounds of the kiss he could hear behind him were pure liquid encouragement, small and subtle but igniting him in every fashion. They sung throughout his veins, pure and hot, until all he wanted to do was press Nyota against the wall of his room and taste every inch of her skin. The idea had merit. More then merit.

Kirk pulled his head back, one hand moving up to cup her cheek just for a second before his lips broke out into a dazzling grin. The tattoos around his eyes gave him an intense look, but the grin softened it away. He leaned in, whispering against her ear as his other hand traveled south to give that absolutely delicious ass a squeeze (every bit as fine as he thought it would feel). "Gonna make you feel so good." His voice was a promise.