Bones held on to Kirk, watching as he fell backward, coming down from his orgasm, the most fucking gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, that leather collar, that stupid bow still on him. Bones' own cock was still hard and leaking, so busy he'd been watching Kirk, coming underneath him like a madman.

Jim still inside, him, he reached over and grabbed the tube of lube with a shaking hand. It wouldn't take much, he knew, and gripping his shaft, he stroked himself less than a minute before he was exploding, white-light behind his eyes as he came all over Kirk's chest.