faderift | For He's a Jolly Good Fellow

WHO: Jim Kirk & Samouel Gareth
WHAT: Jim and Sam discover something about each other
WHEN: Backdated slightly to Wintermarch 4/5
WHERE: Sam and Kirk's Loft
NOTES: Ridiculous revelations, probably come sexual content

"Sam, how old are you?"

Even for Kirk, the question came out of left field, and he had been the one to ask it. Why this suddenly struck him as important he couldn't quite say, since he was safely sure that Sam was of a legal age, and not knowing had done nothing to affect their relationship as it stood.

Perhaps it had come on as he lay there beside Sam, nestled into him and simply enjoying his presence while his fingers idly drifted over his stomach and thighs. He could name many things he knew about Sam, quite a few of them not something you should really mention in polite company. Of course at some point his mind would come up to the issue of age, and realize that he simply didn't know. It had never been something he'd asked Sam, nor Sam him. It simply never felt important.

Except for right now, because he was asking it, head turned upwards to look at Sam with eyes big from curiosity.

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"Oh there are plenty of things that you handle that get me excited, but I don't think fruit is one of them." A grin as he shifts to get an arm out so that he could properly lean on it, all the while sliding his leg up against Kirk's.

"I could be wrong, but I'm usually a bit more fascinated by the hands or lips being used rather then the fruit itself."

Kirk laughed, reaching up to wrap his arms around Samouel, fingers tracing fine little patterns across his spine, up across the back of those muscular arms he adored quite so much.

"And what things do you enjoy watching me handle then?" He asked, biting his lip around his saucy grin.

The question has him grinning a bit wider, a bit more mischievous, then before. "Oh, let's see..." As he pretends to think about it, he reaches around to grab at one of Kirk's hand, bringing it up near his mouth.

"Watching you grip the headboard or railing is always a very interesting and attractive view," he says, kissing at Kirk's wrist before moving to his palm.

Shivers made his skin tremble, shifting slightly beneath the covers as Samouel played with his hand. He twisted his wrist, curling and brushing his fingers against Samoule's lips, tracing their familiar curve. Damn, but Samouel was gorgeous in this light, so close. Even more so when those lips pressed to his skin.

"Hmm, but do you like it best when I'm on my back or on my knees?" he inquired, leaning in to nuzzle along his jaw.

"Well," he starts, nipping at a finger that was running across his lips. "I do rather enjoy it when I can kiss you easier." Not to mention being able to see the look on Kirk's face during their lovemaking.

"But, on your knees..." he says, trailing off slightly to just grin at Kirk. "You're able to 'handle' so much more, and the way you push back. Mmph." Honestly he enjoyed Kirk any which way, but having his lover in a way that allowed him to be just as active in the activity made it even more pleasant.

When had Samouel become to intoxicating? When had it become so easy for Samouel to arouse him this way? Not that Kirk was particularly hard to arouse, mind, but Samouel did it in this particular way that made his whole body tingle. He couldn't recall feeling that with anyone else in recent memory, or at all even.

Kirk laughed, lacing it with a rough huskiness born from the rising heat between his legs. "I do like it when you give me your all," he murmured. "I've noticed you push harder when you're behind me." And he loved it, he really did - loved being swallowed by the intensity that was Samouel's passion, letting himself be drawn into his rhythm and giving him as much as he demanded.

Like this, Sam is all too aware of that particular heat, but doesn't quite address it openly; just presses in a bit more firmly.

"Seeing as you're often saying 'more' or 'harder' when we're like that, I've just learned to just give you my all," he says, repeating back Kirk's words with the same amount of huskiness. "Though it is amusing when I hold back and you decide to flip the tables."

A soft wriggle, the gentlest of presses closer. He was content to savor the heat of it, this playful rise they were caught in.

"There are some things I am just to impatient for," he laughed softly, tilting his head, bumping his nose against his jaw to nuzzle him, teeth scraping tenderly in a teasing nibble.

"Hm. And what, may I ask, are you impatient for?" He knows, but like Kirk, he likes making the other say it - at least in private.

Kirk remained quiet for a moment, letting the warm silence spread between them. He filled it peppered kisses and the scrape of Sam's stubble against his cheek, the rustle of sheets as he adjusted the twining of their legs. He let the silence fill with the warmth and ease of their companionship, with the affection he felt so deeply for Samouel.

"For you, of course," he murmured into his ear.

"Don't tell me that. I might just use that against you," he teases, because he knows he's already done just that. A lot. Kirk has himself to thank for that though, seeing as he taught that to him in ways.

He grins at that, letting his head fall to his pillow so that he can free up his hand to lightly mess with Kirk's hair.

He truly has created his greatest weakness hasn't he? Not that he particularly minds - he would let Sam do just about anything to him, and would do just about anything for Samouel. His lashes fluttered when Samouel pet his hair, tilting into the sweet pressure of it.

"Do your worst, Samouel," he brushed his fingers over his jaw, a quiet smile on his lips.

For He's a Jolly Good Fellow

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