Well, that would be news to Kirk - the priest thing. Amusing since religion in his world had spent a very long time keep women out of those particular positions of power.

He could feel the other shiver with the way he was leaning into him, lips turning up in a seductive little smile. A low hum escaped him, making his chest vibrate as he took his time considering his next words. All the signals suggested Sam was interested, but there were times he wasn't sure. Well, no harm in the asking, and Sam hadn't pulled away from him yet. Frankly, a good roll in the hay might be just what he (and Sam) needed.

"Well, it would involve needing to take our pants off," he murmured. "Underwear too. I don't think those particular dreams had a lot of clothing involved, did they?" Or maybe they did and Sam had a kink, which would be good to know. Either way he turned his hand, brushing his fingers down the defined curve of Sam's arm. His head dipped, lips brushing Sam's shoulder, waiting now to see what he would do - pull back or ask for more?