Prompt: Kirk, McCoy – A series of 3 photos of clasped hands
Hands
″Fuck!″ Leonard's cry was loud in the quiet room, and followed closely by Jim's infuriating chuckle.
Jim settled his weight more firmly against Leonard's hips and Leonard writhed as the pressure against his groin increased tenfold. Jim caught each of Leonard's flailing hands with his own and pressed them firmly against the sheets above Leonard's head. Jim's shifting weight played havoc with Leonard's senses, and he couldn't resist the groan that escaped his throat.
In his frustration and need for more stimulation, Leonard unsuccessfully tried to break Jim's grip. Jim just grinned down at him and leaned in for a deep kiss. Caught in the kiss, Leonard stopped struggling for freedom and simply lay in the bed, drinking Jim in.
Jim shifted his grip and slowly slid his fingers across Leonard's palms, sliding them up Leonard's fingers until their hands were matched up, palm to palm. Then he slid his fingers between Leonard's, interlocking them and squeezing lightly.
With that single move, the entire atmosphere of the room changed. What had started out with fire, cursing, and desperation turned into simmering heat, cherishing endearments, and suckling kisses.
″God, Jim.″
″Mmm. Love you, Bones.″