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[legendary_hands]

He had to smile at the returned sentiment. Enough that he kissed him again, hands sliding over his stomach and up to cup Jim's neck softly as he took his time to give him a lingering kiss. A brow rose as a flicker of playfulness echoed in his eyes. "It'll have to do. So sue me, I really like the feeling of your skin on mine. Got a complaint, gorgeous?"

Leaning back, he pulled his hands away so he could catch the hem of his own shirt and pull it off in one sweep of his arms. Tossing it on the floor along with Jim's, he knew he'd pick it up first thing in the morning. For now, it was just in the way. Leaning in, he almost kissed him, but instead he pulled the bed covers out from under the blonde and managed to get them both under them before dragging the other man into his arms. "In all honesty, I like you better without a stitch on. But I'll behave now."

[winscenario]

Jim chuckled at the words first, letting out a drawn-out pleased hum as he watched Bones take off his own shirt, his hands sliding up from Bones's knees to his hipbones, fingertips brushing lightly across skin. "No complaint. Not ever."

His hands pulled away so he could shift around a little, hips lifting off the bed to help him tug the covers down from under him, arm draped loosely across Bones's middle as he shifted closer and cuddled up to the doctor's side underneath the sheets. "You pervert," he murmured with an amused lilt, tipping his head to kiss the nook just below his shoulder, cheek brushing against the skin right after. "Sleep well, Bones."

[legendary_hands]

"Thought so." He grunted the word softly as he leaned down closer and kissed him again. It didn't have to be about sex. To be honest, before Jim, he'd not been the type that craved it all the time. Rather just when the moment hit him. Moments just seemed to hit a lot when Jim was involved. He took that as a good sign he found the right person.

Wrapping Jim up close, he let one hand rest on the line of his back where fingertips softly traced and drew along the spine in idle fashion. He instantly rolled his eyes at the pervert comment, however. "Right. I'll remember that next time you want me out of my clothes." Snorting quietly, he slipped his other hand into Jim's hair and started to softly play with the strands gently as his eyes fell closed. "Sweet dreams, darlin'."