Kirk's naked body, pressed back closely against his - usually it was in constant motion, his body writhing, bucking. Kirk's mouth always talking, groaning, tasting.

But right now, he was silent, but for the moan, and he was still and in repose and Bones could touch him, anyway he wanted to, and fuck yes, he wanted to touch him all over.

Dropping his hands to Kirk's thighs, his fingers ran over that golden skin, tracing the lines of muscles up and back down again. Then they moved around his front, fingertips dragging over that sculpted abdomen, then up to pinch a nipple, to stroke his throat.

Over and over, Bones touched him, except for his beautiful, erect cock, Bones' breathing heavier and louder as each inch of skin was worshiped.