Yep, more was going to be wanted - was already wanted, truth be told, but he was doing his absolute best to deny it. The last thing he needed right now was more complications in his love-life.
And yet, it was so easy to fall into it all. Being with Kirk was easy; they understood each other in all the right ways, and had done right from the start. Kirk hadn't needed the twenty years he'd had in that alternate timeline to know how to get to him (although the experience certainly hadn't hurt); it been instinctive on both their parts, right from the start. That thumb stroking his jaw made him shiver right along with Kirk, and moan loudly, his skin thrumming with desire and anticipation, wanting more.
Except that there, right on cue, just as he was starting to lose the power to think straight, came bubbly cheering and the first brush of confetti against his cheek. He pretty much groaned into Kirk's mouth, and it was a long, long moment before he could muster up the strength to pull away, slowly, regretfully, knowing deep down that he was well and truly fucked, and not in the way he'd really like to be.