[Khan had ample practice handling Earth's living creatures in a humane fashion, including humans themselves, using a firm-but-gentle hold to minimize fear, pain, and injury. That was simply a matter of ethical responsibility. He was also quite proficient with manipulating inanimate objects which were sometimes far more fragile.
The closest frame of reference he had for this was his experience with such objects. Right now he was treating Kirk's body with the delicate touch he would use with an eggshell. The approach had so far been an unqualified success, and Khan lifted one hand so he could try running his fingers through the hair on the back of Kirk's head, with just enough light touch pressure that he wasn't even forcing their mouths together. It was strange, but very pleasant. Perhaps this galaxy-class rake pressed against his body actually did have something to teach him? Khan was definitely interested in finding out, and so he resisted the impulse to launch an aggressive attack to claim the inside of Kirk's mouth, instead inviting the other to experience his own mouth as deeply as he liked. As deeply as he could.
When human scientists had sought to distill the pure essence of the naturally occurring traits of their Caesars, their Napoleons, their Genghis Khans, they had been aiming to create effective generals who could be hunted down like evil robots if they went rogue. How ironic that by creating the human version of perfection, they had also created something humans instinctively found irresistibly charismatic, making them nearly immune to human control. They had inadvertently restored the vestigial, extinct human pheromone production, and to a level so unnaturally high that some humans were actually able to detect it with the handful of weak, mutated receptors that evolution had never bothered to do away with completely.]
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The closest frame of reference he had for this was his experience with such objects. Right now he was treating Kirk's body with the delicate touch he would use with an eggshell. The approach had so far been an unqualified success, and Khan lifted one hand so he could try running his fingers through the hair on the back of Kirk's head, with just enough light touch pressure that he wasn't even forcing their mouths together. It was strange, but very pleasant. Perhaps this galaxy-class rake pressed against his body actually did have something to teach him? Khan was definitely interested in finding out, and so he resisted the impulse to launch an aggressive attack to claim the inside of Kirk's mouth, instead inviting the other to experience his own mouth as deeply as he liked. As deeply as he could.
When human scientists had sought to distill the pure essence of the naturally occurring traits of their Caesars, their Napoleons, their Genghis Khans, they had been aiming to create effective generals who could be hunted down like evil robots if they went rogue. How ironic that by creating the human version of perfection, they had also created something humans instinctively found irresistibly charismatic, making them nearly immune to human control. They had inadvertently restored the vestigial, extinct human pheromone production, and to a level so unnaturally high that some humans were actually able to detect it with the handful of weak, mutated receptors that evolution had never bothered to do away with completely.]