Somehow there was a sense of irony that was delicious at the fact that Nyota wanted to hear his voice. He let his voice fill with everything he could feel, lowering the tone and making it ripple, "Anything you want," He started, the pads of his thumbs drifting across nipples. "You look beautiful... and look at the two of them. Fucking gorgeous together. Bones.. all tanned and gruff and dark and Spock's all pale and refined and light... wanna see the three of us make Spock cry out and mess up that perfect hair, wanna taste you on my tongue..."

He kept his eyes locked on Bones and Spock as he spoke, how strange the whole scene felt. Nyota under his hands, willing and wanting, Bones and Spock who fought so much, touching each other like that.

Fuck. Yea. If this was a dream... well, he wouldn't even think about waking up.