[Conversation Through Touch] - [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

The dream was only a vague memory as consciousness pulled at his mind, but what it left behind was neither vague nor unfamiliar. Kirk half-smiled in his not quite conscious state, shifting in the warmth of his bed. Under the covers, burrowed down in where it was warm, soft, and comfy after a night of sleeping. He could feel Bones against his back,

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[dctr_mccoy]

An arm slid around Kirk. Bones dreamt on, his body responding on its own to the slow movements of Kirk's body against his until his conscious finally took over and he woke to a dark room, Jim warm in his arms.

The sounds were recognizable... Bones could feel Kirk touching himself, panting lightly. Even in the dark he could picture the look on Kirk's face - eyes closed, lips slightly parted. He knew the way that Kirk's hands would pull and stroke himself, those long fingers wrapped around Jim's long cock. He let himself listen for a few minutes, the roll of Kirk's hips against him making his own body slowly wake.

He pressed his mouth to Kirk's shoulder and bit lightly, pulling him closer.

[kirktastic]

When the arm first slid around him, Kirk just snuggled sleepily back in against Bones. It felt warmer, content, and pushed the world very far away so he could just enjoy this. Bones remained a silent, comforting figure against his back, only aiding to the pleasure of it all. Just felt fucking... nice. Content, warm...

Then, something a bit different. A bite. Oh... He's awake.. Kirk thought dreamily, letting a groan spill out of him that he had been lightly restraining to let Bones sleep. Why bother if he was awake? He didn't have to say anything, didn't (and wouldn't) apologize... just gave a little wriggle to indicate liking that bite.

[dctr_mccoy]

Kirk was warm, shifting with each breath against Bones' body. Bones let his arms slide around Kirk's body, inching forward to rub a nipple,  glide across the firm belly and came to rest on Kirk's hips.

Bones was sure, as he breathed into Kirk's hair, that there was nothing sexier in the world than listening to Jim moaning softly, bringing himself off.

[kirktastic]

The teasing, little gestures made Kirk moan that much more loudly, mind focused entirely on the touch of his hands and Bones'. He slid his free hand over to one of the strong, sure ones on his hip and tugged it over, lightly curling those surgeon's fingers around his hand that was already tugging slowly at his cock, then squeezing.