Fuck, yeah, it was there, that spot. Bones made a loud groaning sound, hanging his head low at the feel of it. Jim knew his body, knew parts of it that Bones himself didn't know.
His cock twitched at the brush against his prostate and he grasped it harder, slowing the strokes. "...Jim."
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Date: 2010-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)His cock twitched at the brush against his prostate and he grasped it harder, slowing the strokes. "...Jim."