Caboose chuckles, scrunching his nose a bit at the nip but it's clear he's pleased at all the attention. Eyes sliding half closed when Kirk's fingers course through his hair, Caboose turns to sit on the edge of the bed, still holding Kirk against him. Now that they were a little more stable and Kirk wouldn't fall anywhere except into his lap, Caboose let his hands wander a little, slipping one under the fabric of Kirk's shirt to press a warm palm against his skin.

"Oooh I can help! I can help lots," he murmurs dipping his head to nuzzle and kiss the skin of Kirk's neck. They had barely begun but he could already feel his heartbeat skipping in his chest.