Snippet 5 :-)

"Oh, I beg to differ," Kirk said, a classic egotistical smile coming to his face as he picked up a pretzel, dangling it before McCoy's mouth as if it were a bunch of grapes. "I've got sexiness and hotness on my side. I'm just too modest to admit it most of the time."

McCoy shoved him right off his lap and onto the floor. "Now how do you feel?" he said with a wide, pointed look at him.

"Dumped," Kirk joked, grinning cheekily up at him.

McCoy rolled his eyes and stood up, taking his drink with him. "Well I'm going to bed. You enjoy that."

"Sleepy?" Kirk said, quirking a challenging eyebrow at him. "You look a little too awake to me."

"You tire me."

"Really?" Kirk said innocently, standing to his feet and starting to follow him. "Well, you know, I do know a way I could make you even more sleepy. Ready to drop right off to bed, in fact."

"You stay your ass away from me."

"Too late, Bones, I already want it," Kirk said, giving the doctor a wicked smile - before suddenly lunging forward, and tackling McCoy backward until they hit the bed behind him. He immediately worked the doctor's belt free, lifting McCoy's shirt to kiss along his abdomen while his hands worked at McCoy's boxers. "I'll give you a lullaby you'll never forget, cowboy."

"What the - get off of me," McCoy growled in outrage, rolling him over and pushing himself off the bed. The effort nearly sent him crashing into a table. He glared at him from the wall that had caught him, his belt undone and his shirt bedraggled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"You know perfectly-the-hell-what I'm doing," Kirk said, lunging at him a second later and pinning him against the wall, reaching down to tug down McCoy's boxers at last before taking the doctor's length firmly in his hand - so as to discourage the next onslaught of discouragements that McCoy was bound to deliver on him. "Now just relax. You take this too seriously, you know..."

McCoy held very still, but Kirk could tell he was just waiting to break away. "I could file a rape against you for this," he reminded him, attempting to give him a serious glare while not looking ridiculous pinned against a wall.

"Unlikely, you know, seeing as we're married," Kirk said, giving him a fakely-apologetic look, before he lowered his head and ran his tongue up and down the length of the organ he held in his hand. He smacked his lips thoughtfully afterward. "Hmmm...strangely sweet. Have you missed me, Bones?"

McCoy screwed his eyes shut and then opened them in a torn aggravation. "Dammit Jim,"

"Now that's more like it," Kirk said in approval, before bending his head again - this time to take the entirety of the doctor's length in his mouth. He didn't attempt to speak after that, but simply curled his fingers on McCoy's hip while his mouth expertly worked at the hardened skin between his lips.

"Jim I-ah-" McCoy clenched his teeth together, melting weakly against the wall and bracing himself against Jim's shoulders. "Not...here..."

"Hm?" Kirk hummed around McCoy's length, deliberately creating the vibration around it before he pulled back, giving it another lick. "Well then. Where d'you wanna go...?"

"...bed..." McCoy sighed, his thigh muscle tightening against the huge they had to collapse. "I can't stand here like this,"

Kirk chuckled triumphantly, before mercilessly pulling off of the doctor, and helping him stumble backward to the bed again. Right afterward, though, he moved over him again, and picked up where he had left off. "You're so hot when you want it, Bones," he murmured, flicking his tongue out over the head of McCoy's length again before slipping it into his mouth, sucking hard. Clearly, he didn't intend for McCoy to have a chance to argue.

McCoy shuddered, sucking in a hissed breath as he clenched the sheets. "Dammit Jim you - ah-"

"Hmmm?" Kirk said slyly, not taking his mouth from McCoy's length, and sucking it down farther when he coaxed another pleasured groan out of the doctor. He slipped his lips up, then, sucking only on the tip before flicking his tongue over the very top. "You keep saying my name, Bones. You want something...?"

McCoy's forehead was beaded with sweat and Kirk could him him grinding his teeth. "You're going too damn slow..."

Kirk smirked, flicking his tongue on the sensitive tip again, grinning up at the doctor. "Say it, Bones," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Go faster!!" McCoy shouted, his breath coming in heaves as he pulled Kirk toward him. "God Jim don't stop!!"

"Fuck, yeah," Kirk growled in his throat, clearly turned on by the words as he dove down again, taking McCoy all the way to the back of his throat this time and beginning to work him at a hard, ruthless speed. He swirled his tongue firmly over the doctor's length, and sucked as hard as he could while keeping his movements hard and fast...

When McCoy came, he came hard. He gave a gutteral yell and gripped the sheets so hard they almost ripped, bucking against Kirk as his back arched in intense pleasure. A moment of every muscle seizing, and then he collapsed against the mattress.