Bones's touch had absolutely no right feeling this good while doing this little. Jim's breath caught in his throat even when that thumb did little more than swipe across the nook of his ankle, his hand tightening for a moment although not moving any faster, nor even setting up any kind of pace.

This one time, at least, he liked Bones taking the reins, deciding what to do and when. And if touching and kissing every part of him was what the doctor wanted to do, well... he'd have to be crazy to complain about that right now.

Jim's foot settled over Bones's shoulder, almost draped comfortably, as languid as the rest of his body was. Warmth spread through him in slow, quiet waves, a faint buzz of energy thrumming just under his skin, making his hairs stand on end while Bones's lips moved along the skin of his leg. When brushes turned to nips, then sucks, he parted his lips in a faint gasp, his other leg falling wider apart and his foot brushing up Bones's thigh, then around his hip. "Pretty tall order, there..."