Kirk tasted good, too; something about it familiar, a universal undercurrent of James T. Kirk that resonated hot on Bill's tongue. Kirk's hips against his sparked a slow burn between his legs, right where the strange pulsing drive wanted to be touched; right where - they really - shouldn't be doing this in the hallway.
Hell, they shouldn't be doing this at all.
He breathed in deep through his nose, steadying himself, and nipped at Kirk's lower lip. "We have to stop this," he managed, voice rough and low with arousal. "I don't know what - I mean - we're in the hallway."
We both owe it to our people to stop this right now kind of went - he hoped - unsaid. He pressed his forehead to Kirk's, biting his lip against the temptation just to seal their mouths back together, and breathed.
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Date: 2010-05-03 12:15 am (UTC)Hell, they shouldn't be doing this at all.
He breathed in deep through his nose, steadying himself, and nipped at Kirk's lower lip. "We have to stop this," he managed, voice rough and low with arousal. "I don't know what - I mean - we're in the hallway."
We both owe it to our people to stop this right now kind of went - he hoped - unsaid. He pressed his forehead to Kirk's, biting his lip against the temptation just to seal their mouths back together, and breathed.