James T. Kirk

Kirk could have sworn that, just for a second, he felt more then he was - a warmth at his hand and a pressure between his thighs. It made him gasp aloud, back arching, before he moaned into Nyota's skin and gave her every bit of pleasure that Spock wanted. He could hear Bones beside him, pouring Southern coated honey into Spock's ears, knowing just that tone.

He actually risked looking up just in time to see their lips brushing, looked down to see a talented hand at work. Bones turned him on like nothing else, and watching him do those dirty wonderful things to someone else, so that he could see it, made his cock throb.

Kirk brought up his hand and ghosted it over Nyota's thigh, up to where her wetness glistened in the low lighting. His eyes looked up over the length of her body and he paused in his movements to slide up along her body, a finger gently sliding into her as his mouth found one dark nipple and teased it with his tongue. If he only ever had one chance at this, he wanted to do it right. He wanted to please them both.

He needed to tell Bones to hold off on fucking that gorgeous body spread out beneath him, except it was hard with his mouth being busy.