What drew him to Spock, Kirk could no longer say. Like a moth to the flame, or maybe better, two magnets forced together by nature. They complimented each other, but had little balance. Uhura and Bones were the ones that balanced them. Together, as four, they stood strong. A square, solid and true.
Kirk's hands thought nothing of this, just sliding under Spock's shirts with a single minded determination. He wanted Spock, wanted Uhura, wanted Bones, mind already producing hungry images that he barely even could fully realize before they moved onto something else. The idea of how Nyota might taste against his tone, how Spock would feel in him, would Bones dare take either of them... endless, endless possibilities.
His thumbs smoothed over pale skin at the lower back, mouth encouraging anything Spock would bring to him, encouraging him to not have to be gentle. He could take it, and even more then that, wanted it. Flame, fire, heat. Which it was... could no longer be told.
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Date: 2009-11-07 04:32 am (UTC)Kirk's hands thought nothing of this, just sliding under Spock's shirts with a single minded determination. He wanted Spock, wanted Uhura, wanted Bones, mind already producing hungry images that he barely even could fully realize before they moved onto something else. The idea of how Nyota might taste against his tone, how Spock would feel in him, would Bones dare take either of them... endless, endless possibilities.
His thumbs smoothed over pale skin at the lower back, mouth encouraging anything Spock would bring to him, encouraging him to not have to be gentle. He could take it, and even more then that, wanted it. Flame, fire, heat. Which it was... could no longer be told.