McCoy's insistence was interesting, arousing in and of itself, and Jim wriggled against him, trying to wring every new sensation he could out of it. The body was unfamiliar, but it was still his--it wasn't hard to fall prey to the touch of his hand on bare skin.

This uniform, he thought, was not very flattering to whatever figure he had.

He broke the kissed, smirking slightly as he backed up just enough to pull his shirt off, tossing it aside. Oh god, he thought. He had tits. Not huge ones, like he might have expected, but totally respectable. Which was to say they were tits. Weird, seeing them from this angle, but there it was.