Bones' eyes opened slowly at the feel of Spock's kiss on his back. Something in his head hummed happily - it was the bond, he knew, feelings wafting out of Spock but it was so much stronger than it had ever been, warm and comfortable and happy. So happy.

One hand left Jim's hip and moved to his own, covered Spock's hand and squeezed gently as he caught Jim's eyes, still thrusting slow into Jim's hand. Do we stop?