Watching Bifrost juggle his breakfast around like a hot potato was highly entertaining, of course. How could it not be? Kirkley just smiled to himself and kept eating, enjoying the morning for what it was--that was, until, Bifrost made a big mistake.
The thief shrugged off his coat, studying Kirkley carefully before claiming that he could make himself comfortable. The were-beast paused for a moment, not quite sure how to take that, but before he could respond, the other man blatantly asked for confirmation that yes it was indeed sex he'd been talking about, and it took every single ounce of restraint Kirkley had in him to not bust out laughing.
Oh you know, all those come ons, flirtatious comments, talk about giving Bifrost a blowjob, you know, all that stuff--TOTALLY because he wanted to go shopping so the other man could buy him a new pair of shoes. Sex? Pfft where the heck did he get that idea from?
Of course he didn't say any of that; he didn't even really think it, all he could think of was how cute it was that Bifrost wanted to confirm before he did anything, so Kirkley gave him a nod in affirmation to his question, simple as that. He'd had a fear boner or two in his lifetime, so the comment about that didn't really surprise him much. What did surprise him however was what followed.
He had briefly gone back to stoking the fire when a movement caught his eye; he looked over to see Bifrost's coat on the ground, soon joined by the bandanna, and then his shirt. And like that, Kirkley was hooked. He stared Bifrost down with all the intensity of a mountain lion; nothing, not even a dragon could have ripped his attention away from the gorgeous shirtless man in front of him right now.
His eyes traveled over every inch of exposed tan skin, following the thief's hands down to the waistline of his pants where they stopped, and then Kirkley, quite displeased by this, realized the other man was talking to him. Oh. Right.
Was this what he wanted?
He responded by getting up and closing the distance between them, gripping tightly onto Bifrost's shoulder and pushing him to the ground; he followed closely, pinning the man down by his wrists as he swiftly maneuvered a knee to spread the thief's legs, brushing right up against the other's groin as he leaned down so close that their chests almost touched, his face a mere inch from the other's.
"What do you think?" He hissed, letting go of one of the thief's wrists to let his hand wander over the other man's body, the feeling of finally having such close skin-to-skin contact making his whole body tingle as he leaned in even closer, his lips just shy of brushing against Bifrost's ear.
"You sure?"
His hand continued to travel down the thief's body, stopping momentarily on his hip before his thumb dipped under the waistline of his pants, brushing against the short hairs on his body, coming dangerously close to Bifrost's dick before his hand slid back up and over the pants, gripping onto his thigh while Kirkley couldn't help but grin, his teeth sharp and his eyes gleaming.
If Bifrost thought he was already huge, he must've seemed massive when he was hovering just above him, muscles tense and the air between them crackling like an electric storm.