The man was reaching into a cabinet for mugs. He glanced at Kirk and he had such a sweet little tentative smile on his face that Kirk's cock jumped to full attention.
"I was wondering if your leg would prevent you from..." Kirk trailed off.
Kirk stepped close and wrapped his hand around the back of Elijah's neck, drawing their mouths close together. "Can't you guess?"
Elijah's blue eyes widened behind his glasses. "But you wanted coffee."
He shook his head. "I just wanted to come home with you."
Rubbing his thumb across Elijah's full bottom lip, he said, "I don't want to push you if you think it will hurt you or your leg or you're not ready, but you're the sweetest, sexiest man who's come along in I don't even know how long. I would love to spend the night showing you just how much I want you."
The other man's hands slipped from the mugs in the cabinets and linked around Kirk's neck instead. Even then, Elijah didn't make a move to kiss Kirk, he just stared, his pink lips slightly parted.
Kirk figured that was as much permission as he was going to get, so he lowered his mouth to Elijah's. Soft lips parted under his and Kirk's tongue slipped inside. His hand moved down to curve over Elijah's surprisingly firm, round ass. Elijah might be thin, but he still had a mighty fine body, ready to be fucked. Or at least Kirk hoped so.