It was rare that Bones would open himself up like this, just sink into their pleasure and totally feel it without being in the majority in control. Jim had no problem with that; the mixture kept him interested, active, wanting more. It made the moments like this that much worth while.

He took Bones harder, bent over Bones' back. A droplet of sweat fell from Jim's brow and slid along tanned flesh. His nails bit into skin more, dragging down along Bones' sides until they grabbed at his hips.

His hand moved faster over Bones, pulling hard at his cock, finding no breath to murmur low against his skin.