"Is it magic? Is that what this is?" The pads of Jim's thumbs are tracing Felix's cheek bones, the shell of his ear, his hairline. Gently memorizing every detail while his mouth works against the Imperial's. The kiss is desperate, but not insisting and indecent the way they usually are. It's gentle.

Shaking.

Tender.

"Fuck....w-we shouldn't." Jim doesn't pull away, giving a weak laugh instead as he rests his forehead against Felix's. "I haven't read you poetry by the fire yet or any of that sappy shit." Is...is Jim Kirk saying no to bedroom time? Felix Caelus what are you doing to this man.

That's not to say he's not interested because he very very much is. But that wasn't the point of tonight. Not for some time yet, at any rate.