[Kaidan's muscles twitch and jump in response to the sort of touch he hasn't felt in quite some time. Surprisingly, for a soldier, the planes of his body are largely free of marks or scars, the benefit of living in an age where the quick application of medi-gel meant that most minor wounds never left a lasting impression.
He gasps, breaking contact to pant against the side of Kirk's neck as he blindly works his hands under Kirk's shirt as well at about the same time his calves find the edge of the bed. Fisting his hands into the top of Kirk's pants is the only thing that keeps him upright.]
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He gasps, breaking contact to pant against the side of Kirk's neck as he blindly works his hands under Kirk's shirt as well at about the same time his calves find the edge of the bed. Fisting his hands into the top of Kirk's pants is the only thing that keeps him upright.]