Keenser sighed and leaned into the touch happily. He grinned fondly at Scott's face, twisted up in confusion, and pressed a kiss to his chest, just above the nipple. "So make 'em." Keenser advised Kirk, sliding his down to cup Kirk's, and show him just how Scott liked to be touched. If he put pressure there, Scott would do this, but if you squeezed here, just so....

His other hand slipped quietly around to grip Scott's ass in a firm, possessive squeeze.