James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm
universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm
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167 Late Evening
With a thankful hum he leaned in and kissed Jim. "Always you." He was starting to depend on that, as dangerous as that might be.
"Yeah, lets do that. Not like you work or anything anyway."
Re: 167 Late Evening
Even as he kissed him, he punched the others chest. "Ass," he huffed. "I've actually gotten jobs, you know. And a commission to build something."
He sat up and stripped off his shirt, letting it drop and turned to FDR. He reached down, grabbing his shirt and tugging him to get up.
"Come on," he said, his destination clearly the bedroom.
Re: 167 Late Evening
"You know. It defeats the purpose of a quickie if you do a second round. And I've got to pack." But none of that stopped him from following.
Re: 167 Late Evening
"It's not like you're moving to another city," he rolled his eyes, turning to strip the other of his shirt before taking his hand and drawing him down to the bed and sliding on top of him.
"Besides, now I won't be right across the hall. Might as well enjoy easy access while you have it, right?" He grinned, nipping at him, not admitting that a part of him was... upset, maybe, that FDR wouldn't be across the hall anymore.
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And why did it sound like he was promising he would return? That wasn't even close to necessary. But the man did have his dog. Not that...okay maybe he did like his old pathetic dog.
Obviously this whole thing was getting to him. "Oh, just shut up and do it already."
Re: 167 Late Evening
"Yeah," he said to the first part, not wanting to think to hard on that either. Zev would be gone, and that poked at his heart more than he wanted it to as well.
He leaned down and kissed him deep, his hands running up and down his sides, thumbs rolling over his nipples and then slid behind him to wander down his spine and rub at that fifth port spot once more.
"Who said this had to be a quickie?" He hummed, pressing his hips down flush to FDRs, slowly grinding against him.
167 Late Evening
He rolled his hips back, even if he hadn't quite recovered from their episode from just a minute ago. "Five minutes, if you can't get it up and inside me in five minutes, I'm leaving." Not that he doesn't love these long torturous sessions of build-up and sex, but now there's responsibility on the back of his mind, and while it's not enough to stop him from seeking sexual pleasure, it's enough to make him not draw this out.
Re: 167 Late Evening
"I am the best distraction," he growled, grinding against him harder, his cock happy to start rising to the occasion again. Kirk was nothing if not a pleaser, after all. He had a reputation to keep up, didn't he?
He grinned against his mouth, kissing him hard and hungry, his hands pawing down his back and over his hips before reaching out to the bedside to drag out another bottle of lube. It paid to be prepared in many areas of the house, didn't it? Especially since he and FDR had started up their benefits relationship. He slicked up his fingers, making sure the gel was better than cold before working his fingers beneath the agent and into him.