[It's amazing to Jim, too, somewhere in that very small part of his mind still clinging to rational thought, that someone can know his body so well. That McCoy can know just the right rhythm, pressure, touches, to turn "close" to "being dragged over the edge".
Which is what happens shortly. The feel of Bones' mouth engulfing him, the drag of his tongue against sensitive skin, the pressure, they draw him closer and closer to release. But then McCoy's hand is cupping his balls, feeling them and moving them and it feels so good, he can't hold back any longer.
His orgasm streaks down his body, making him shudder helplessly, body arching as he starts to spill into McCoy's mouth. His body bows, spine curling, head thrown back as he cries out.]
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Which is what happens shortly. The feel of Bones' mouth engulfing him, the drag of his tongue against sensitive skin, the pressure, they draw him closer and closer to release. But then McCoy's hand is cupping his balls, feeling them and moving them and it feels so good, he can't hold back any longer.
His orgasm streaks down his body, making him shudder helplessly, body arching as he starts to spill into McCoy's mouth. His body bows, spine curling, head thrown back as he cries out.]