[Conversation Through Touch] - [Kirk and Bones]
The dream was only a vague memory as consciousness pulled at his mind, but what it left behind was neither vague nor unfamiliar. Kirk half-smiled in his not quite conscious state, shifting in the warmth of his bed. Under the covers, burrowed down in where it was warm, soft, and comfy after a night of sleeping. He could feel Bones against his back, and from the sound of his breath... mmm...
Slowly he slipped a hand down along his body - if he could, and he usually could, he slept in the nude - until he was scratching lightly at the dusting of golden hair along his lower stomach. Finally his fingers brushed his cock as it throbbed, pulsing slowly with the mostly forgotten dream. He took a deep breath in, letting his fingers curl and just give a lazy squeeze. The breath was released faster then its motion in, a stutter in its smoothness.
His motions were languid, letting him take his sweet time, enjoy the feeling. Morning wank, before the shit of the day settled into his mind... had been a while. Just the old familiar feeling of his hand that knew just how to move, just what he liked... with the warmth of Bones asleep at his back, the feeling of his breath by his neck...
He breathed out a moan, hand opening, fingers spreading, as it slid down the shaft. At the base, he let them flare downwards, caressing curls of hair and the looser skin of his balls. He let his fingers cup there, rolling once, before traveling back up again.
"Mmm..."
Slowly he slipped a hand down along his body - if he could, and he usually could, he slept in the nude - until he was scratching lightly at the dusting of golden hair along his lower stomach. Finally his fingers brushed his cock as it throbbed, pulsing slowly with the mostly forgotten dream. He took a deep breath in, letting his fingers curl and just give a lazy squeeze. The breath was released faster then its motion in, a stutter in its smoothness.
His motions were languid, letting him take his sweet time, enjoy the feeling. Morning wank, before the shit of the day settled into his mind... had been a while. Just the old familiar feeling of his hand that knew just how to move, just what he liked... with the warmth of Bones asleep at his back, the feeling of his breath by his neck...
He breathed out a moan, hand opening, fingers spreading, as it slid down the shaft. At the base, he let them flare downwards, caressing curls of hair and the looser skin of his balls. He let his fingers cup there, rolling once, before traveling back up again.
"Mmm..."