[He rolls his hips forward a little, into that touch, stroking Kirk's hair, caressing his cheek. The gesture is more delicate than most might think him capable of, but he is grateful of the contact, and is himself savoring what is sure to be an oasis between long spells. He does not seek out company, and isn't likely to find any offered anyways.
Kirk's pupils are blown wide, increasingly larger dots of black ringed by bright blue. Khan tugs at his hair, lightly pulling him forward.]
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Kirk's pupils are blown wide, increasingly larger dots of black ringed by bright blue. Khan tugs at his hair, lightly pulling him forward.]
And you enjoy it.