Kissing Kirk was different from kissing Scott. There was a sweetness to Scott's kisses, and a curiosity to Kirk's. The Captain kissed like he was exploring, like he wanted to map out Keenser's mouth the way he mapped out uncharted space.
He was acutely conscious of Scott's eyes on them, and he shivered, both at the heat of that gaze, and the delicious slide of glove and sleeve that left him totally naked, with both pollen slits exposed to warm air and scrutiny.
Keenser gently ended the kiss, giving Kirk's captured wrist another stroke, and looked up at Scott. "Your turn," he invited.
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Re: Scotty & Keenser & Kirk - What the hell am I doing again?
Date: 2010-02-18 12:22 am (UTC)He was acutely conscious of Scott's eyes on them, and he shivered, both at the heat of that gaze, and the delicious slide of glove and sleeve that left him totally naked, with both pollen slits exposed to warm air and scrutiny.
Keenser gently ended the kiss, giving Kirk's captured wrist another stroke, and looked up at Scott. "Your turn," he invited.