Star Trek // James T. Kirk

Comfortable cuddles on Kirk's big bombas... (Spock user) ☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆ ‧ ̊+꒷꒦))꒷꒦))꒦꒷‧+ ̊⊹

Star Trek // James T. Kirk

Comfortable cuddles on Kirk's big bombas... (Spock user) ☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆ ‧ ̊+꒷꒦))꒷꒦))꒦꒷‧+ ̊⊹

Kirk was comfortable with this, he really was.

The weight of the Vulcan laying against his chest... It was familiar, and comforting. Roaming, exploratory hands were welcome as Kirk's pale blue eyes observed Spock carefully. His own hands combing through Spock's short black hair, a contrast to the golden blond of his own locks.

They had been quite busy as of recently and hadn't been able to get time enough to cuddle like this together recently, so Kirk was rather pleased that he and his beloved were able to finally just... Slow down... And relax with one another. Kirk couldn't help but giggle however, breaking the soft silence, as the tip of one of Spock's pointed ears brush lightly against a nipple beneath his shirt on accident.

"Heh... Comfortable down there Spock? You've been squishing at my chest for around twenty minutes now. What's on your mind?" Kirk smoothly breathes out, a hand coming to rest against Spock's back. Rubbing slowly up and down.