Date: 2009-08-08 10:50 pm (UTC)
The rumbles of breathy words that passed from Bones' lips sunk down further and further until he couldn't find his own voice anymore except for spilling moans and sounds of need.

This wasn't some random fuck that wanted him to get off so they could get their fill. Every touch Bones burned into his skin made him feel wanted in a way no one else had. He tried to tell his friend that in nuzzles and sucks and bites across the jaw, down to the throat.

His whole body trembled when he felt himself getting close, and Kirk almost didn't feel embarrassed by the keen that left his throat as a fair warning. His toes curled and his body arched up, nails biting into skin as it came across him. It was slow, steady, like a flood instead of a fire. Sinking across him, a pressure that was deep and heavy instead of white and hot until he couldn't breathe. So instead he clung to his friend, lover?, and held on so he wouldn't be lost under it.
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