Kirk was fairly clawing his leg, trying to pry cold human fingers in past his thigh, wracked by a shudder as he glared up at Ayel.

He smirked and squeezed down hard, pinned the back of Kirk's hand on his own hip and trapped it beside--well. It was not his that fault James struggled so beautifully.

It was just a--rather prominent natural reaction. That was all.
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