How could any man not groan under that sort of assault? Jim's eyes half-closed as heat enveloped him front and back, Bones pressing up against his backside and the strength of those arms all around him. He let his head hang forward, giving Bones access to that skin and everything else he wanted.
He stroked his hands down Bones' forearms, over those skilled surgeon's hands. Part of his mind asked him if there weren't just... insane. That they should have been exhausted after the last few days, after what happened that second night that made the whole thing seem like a dream. No, it just felt too good. How could something that made him feel like this be bad?
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Date: 2010-05-11 11:21 am (UTC)He stroked his hands down Bones' forearms, over those skilled surgeon's hands. Part of his mind asked him if there weren't just... insane. That they should have been exhausted after the last few days, after what happened that second night that made the whole thing seem like a dream. No, it just felt too good. How could something that made him feel like this be bad?