Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Nape of the Neck
Unfair Advantage
Jim Kirk was a smart man. He had a firm grasp of strategy, tactics, and manipulation, among other things.
He also didn't fight fair.
So when Leonard felt the lips on the nape of his neck, right in the spot that turned his stomach to jelly and burned up every last trace of his resolve, he knew that he wouldn't be working late in Sickbay that night, regardless of how high the pile of PADDs was on his desk or how smug Christine's expression was when she glimpsed them through the closing door of his office.
″Jim-″ He managed to growl, but lost the thought completely when he felt the lips on his neck suck firmly once before opening to allow a flash of tongue to flick across the spot he knew would be reddened and tender underneath the other man's touch.
Jim wrapped his arms around Leonard's chest and pulled him backwards, Leonard's back against Jim's chest as his lips nipped and sucked along the side of Leonard's neck before settling over the pulse point and sucking again sharply.
″God, Jim.″
Jim pulled back enough to meet Leonard's eyes and quirked the patented Kirk grin. ″You're late, Bones. I got impatient.″
Aw hell. The work would still be here in the morning, and Christine had a fairly evolved sense of discretion around others, even if she'd give him a hell of a ribbing in the morning.
It'll be worth it, too.