_{[ Laughing softly, Kirk rolled his hips against Kaidan's curled fingers, their hip bones brushing as they settled. He leaned away long enough to pull off his own shirt, dropping it down to mix with Kaidan's on the floor. Unlike Kaidan his own body was marked - a myriad of tiny scars across his chest and abdomen. Nothing serious, but each one a tiny tic from some adventure or another. The biggest mark, of course, was his tattoo running down his ribs - but that had been on purpose.}

_{Kirk nudged at Kaidan's temple, bringing him back up to kiss him again as his hands continued to wander across his chest and down his abdomen in a slow, curious exploration. He cupped the side of his ribs around his chest, thumbs reaching and brushing the faint circle around Kaidan's nipple. ]}

If I didn't believe you were a military man before, I do now.