McCoy slipped a finger up to Kirk's lips. "Shhh," he whispered, pressing it inside his hot mouth, wondering how long he could keep him quiet, could keep him from giving into the aching need.

He slid around the bed, replacing his fingers on Kirk's chest with his mouth, licking and tasting and dragging his tongue along a hard nipple, pulling it lightly between his teeth, nipping then gently laving it before moving onto the other one.