[ 'Heh heh feel things' is not the most sophisticated but, well, this is the Jim Kirk experience. He smiles, edges of his eyes crinkling. ]
I can tell. [ Evident indeed. Jim rocks against him before shifting his weight, enough that he can reach between them and run the flat of his palm over the other man's cock, firm but somehow teasing in the way he doesn't just wrap around him. He leans in to kiss him, light and open-mouthed, teeth scraping against his lower lip when he withdraws. His other hand tweaks a nipple cheekily, then he reaches out to fish around for the various complementary supplies left in apparently hand-woven baskets. ]
Man, I wonder what this stuff is made of, [ he muses, holding up a small glass jar, all the way pressed close and hot against Peter. ]
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I can tell. [ Evident indeed. Jim rocks against him before shifting his weight, enough that he can reach between them and run the flat of his palm over the other man's cock, firm but somehow teasing in the way he doesn't just wrap around him. He leans in to kiss him, light and open-mouthed, teeth scraping against his lower lip when he withdraws. His other hand tweaks a nipple cheekily, then he reaches out to fish around for the various complementary supplies left in apparently hand-woven baskets. ]
Man, I wonder what this stuff is made of, [ he muses, holding up a small glass jar, all the way pressed close and hot against Peter. ]