He knew those hands, the demands in them, so well by now. And if he had the thought process to spare he would wonder what that meant about understanding Jim's sexual cues so well. Maybe it was just because he was an observant person, maybe he was getting a little too comfortable with him.
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered as his vision went fuzzy around the edges, as his heart beat heavily in his chest and his stomach tightened in knots, and then Jim was making that noise, his body was doing that twitching thing, and he didn't even try to resist getting swept up in it all and riding that wave right along with Kirk.
No shame in fast. Fast and hard and satisfying. Definitely no shame in that. But regardless of the kind of sex they had, he always had to catch his breath afterwards, and he didn't hesitate to rest his head on Jim's shoulder as the world settled around him again.
"Nnnng. Fuck." He muttered, kissing the man's neck in thanks before shifting so they could both managed to lay on the couch without having to deal with body weight.
Re: 167 Late Evening
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered as his vision went fuzzy around the edges, as his heart beat heavily in his chest and his stomach tightened in knots, and then Jim was making that noise, his body was doing that twitching thing, and he didn't even try to resist getting swept up in it all and riding that wave right along with Kirk.
No shame in fast. Fast and hard and satisfying. Definitely no shame in that. But regardless of the kind of sex they had, he always had to catch his breath afterwards, and he didn't hesitate to rest his head on Jim's shoulder as the world settled around him again.
"Nnnng. Fuck." He muttered, kissing the man's neck in thanks before shifting so they could both managed to lay on the couch without having to deal with body weight.