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That's pretty much all he needs before he's going to go a little wild with what he wants to do for Jim. His fingers coated and slick, he shifts a little closer, but it's not a doctor's touch or even a quick fuck. It's a tender touch, the affection and love he feels for Jim in the way he slides his fingers in.

"I got you," he murmurs, voice soft and low. "Don't you worry, Jim, I've always got you, just relax into me."

The fact that Bones's touch is so slow and gentle only makes the moment more overwhelming. Jim can feel his body heat up all over, a deep flush that crawls up his chest and colors his cheeks, pushing out a huff of air from his lungs that comes out as a gasp.

"Shit," he breathes out when he remembers what they're supposed to be doing, here. A hand is placed over his own mouth, as he shifts his legs wider apart and bucks his hips back gently to meet Bones's fingers. "Yeah... that's good. You can... keep going. Doctor."

McCoy grins as he leans in and lets his lips hesitate just over his cheeks, wanting to tease more as he works, but also not wanting to end the moment so soon. He laughs when Jim keeps playing the part, a laugh genuinely infused with warmth.

"Well, good, because I had no plans to stop, Captain," he replies, cheeky and a little smug as he moves his fingers in a little more, sliding them out as he coats them with more lube. "Now, some of my patients, they're willing to let me put even more of my fingers in. Is that something you'd like to try?"

Well, there is a reason why they still have those sound records still playing, and Jim fully intends to play the part for as long as he can manage. Which will likely be until Bones is literally fucking him silly against the biobed, but for now he doesn't have much difficulty mustering the focus.

He suppresses a moan and instead lets out a strained hum, as though he's assessing the sensation, trying to ignore the way his whole body pulses and feels flushed from the touch, and the words. "Thought you knew I'm your most willing patient," he purrs, glancing over his shoulder. "Give me more. I want it."

He's not about to work up to fisting just yet, but he thinks that maybe one day. Right now, he moves up to three fingers and then decides to coat a fourth, seeing as it's more length than girth as he slides them in, being much more cautious.

They might be playing, but safety's still gotta come first. "You want this?" he checks. "Work yourself open for me, Jim," he coaxes. "Nice and easy now, I got you."

Jim doesn't even realize that the thought crosses Bones's mind, or he might've had to be the one to say stop for once. All he feels is the wonderful stretch of muscles as those fingers slide carefully into him, a girth that he still can manage all too well.

"Even wider?" He breathes out, a laugh dissolving into a moan. He pushes back against those fingers, fucking himself against Bones's hand, and tries to reach behind himself enough to touch Bones's dick. "How big a thing are you shoving up my ass?"

"Maybe I just want to be sure," is what he says, but he's going to do this the normal way, easing his fingers and taking his time to slowly open Jim up, but when he starts reaching back to touch his dick, well, it's not going to be much longer before he gives in, is it?

"You wanna be real complimentary, you can say it's the biggest you've seen," he drawls, "though that might not be true." Jim's been with plenty of people and species, who knows what he's already had?

Jim laughs airily, his breaths still short and heavy, as he tries to stroke at least the head of Bones's cock. It's true he can't say it's the biggest he's ever seen, but that's hardly the most important aspect of it. Besides, Bones may not be the biggest, but he's still big.

"I can say it's the best I've ever had," he purrs, biting on his lower lip as he pushes back against Bones's fingers, squeezing his own hand tight around the head of his dick. "Come on..."

McCoy lets his forehead fall onto Jim's shoulder, breathing out slowly, wanting to take his time and yet, at the same time, not sure he's got that kind of patience. He's not so sure that anyone in the world has that kind of patience, which is why he shifts and frames Jim's hips with his hands before he gets them on his dick.

"Since you asked so nicely..." He doesn't really wanna wait any longer and he's barely even recalling that they're playing at anything, preferring instead to just start working into Jim, pushing inside of him with a slow snap of his hips, wrapping his hand around Jim's dick, breathing out when it's exactly what he wants.

Jim's definitely running short on patience right now, but on the other hand he really loves that Bones is taking the lead here, so he sucks in a breath and bites back a noise of complaint, letting the doctor take his time.

Thankfully he doesn't leave him waiting long, and the moment he feels the head of Bones's cock push past the loosened rim of his opening, he lets out a low, long moan, head falling down onto the biobed as he spreads his legs wider and pushes his hips back against Bones's groin. "Shit..."

McCoy doesn't want this to be a quick fuck, but Jim's gonna make it difficult to draw his out. He breathes in slowly and then grabs Jim by the hips so he can freeze him there, wanting to set the pace himself. Otherwise, they really are gonna be done this way too quickly.

"Easy, now," he pants, but he starts rocking forward, pushing Jim's back a little more so he gets an even better angle and yeah, that's it. He starts to fuck him a little faster, now that he's got the right line of it.

He does try to take it easy. He tries to take deep, slow breaths, tries to calm himself down, but then Bones presses a hand to his back, and he lets out a soft groan when he finds himself pinned to the bed. The groan turns into a breathless gasp when Bones rocks his hips against him and thrusts in at just the right angle, and his hands grip the biobed tightly, thighs trembling and muscles clenching tight around Bones's cock.

"Bones," he moans the name, letting out a stuttered breath, arching his ass up and trying to push back against each deep, hard thrust, wanting to feel Bones brush up against that same spot inside him again. "God, like that--"

Yeah, this is definitely a fantasy that he's had at least once, twice (maybe a dozen) times when Jim's been in here with him, because it's a damn arousing thing to imagine that he has this much power over Jim, that he could make him want this so much.

"Yeah," he breathes out, loving the way his name sounds. "How about you call me doctor," he suggests, because they're playing, aren't they? He's just trying to get all the things he possibly can, because who knows when they'll get the chance again?

Jim breathes out a groan that turns into a whimper halfway through, body pushed forcefully against the bed with each hard thrust as Bones buries his cock in deep. He grabs the edges of the bed tightly, trying to keep himself in that same perfect angle, breath worked up and body hot and trembling all over.

"Yes... doctor. I'm sorry," he whines quietly, face pressed to the hard mattress, glancing over his own shoulder to look at Bones. "Take... real good care of me, please..."

McCoy shifts his hands, not really sure where he wants to put them, if he's honest. He grabs Jim's hips at one point, then his shoulders, stroking his back, but in the end, he grabs Jim with one hand, his other sliding around to drag his thumb over the underside of Jim's dick, taking his time to really enjoy the touch.

"I took an oath," he guarantees, breathing the words right into Jim's ear. "It means that I'm always going to protect my patients, especially you."

Every touch feels like fire on his skin. He shivers and moans as he pushes back against Bones's groin, shivering all over with each thrust, and finally letting out a soft cry when Bones reaches down to touch his hard cock.

"Please," he mewls, head dipping, back arching further to invite Bones into picking up pace. "You make me feel so good, doctor... please-- take real good care of me..."

He's definitely had this fantasy before. It's probably the top one on his list, with them screwing in the captain's chair sneaking in a close second, but maybe he can convince Jim to continue the tour in that direction later.

For now, he's busy letting the sounds coming out of Jim wash over him, too good to be true, almost, and he falters under the hint of suggestion, working his hips faster, sliding his other fingers around Jim's cock to start pumping him with a lot less care and much more intent to get him off.

"Always," he guarantees, and that's not an empty promise at all. "Always, Jim, I've always got you."

He's a little past the point of keeping up the pretense that there are other people in the room. He just wants Bones to keep making him feel this good, to fuck him hard against the biobed, and he can't even think about containing his gasps and moans of pleasure, wanting Bones to know exactly how wonderful he is, and how great he makes him feel.

"Yes," he whimpers, spreading himself across the bed, cheek pressed to the mattress. One hand fists the edge of the mattress while the other reaches back to his own ass, grabbing a handful and pulling the cheek to the side so Bones can slide in harder and deeper, each thrust coming with the sound of a wet slap between their bodies. Between the stretch of Bones's cock and that hand wrapped tight around his own erection, it won't take much longer for him to tip over the edge.

Fuck, it's probably for the best they didn't do this at the Academy or who the hell knows how badly his grades would've slipped if he had access to this all the time? Even as it stands, he's feeling a little out of control, but so damn good, because shit, Jim is right there, and he looks so good, and he feels even better.

He hisses when Jim moves his hand back, at the sound it results in, and he aches to bury himself deep, grabbing Jim by the neck and squeezing a little as he gasps, coming as soon as he slides out, the friction overwhelming his brain and Jim's warmth doing the rest.

He keeps his hand steady, though, dragging his thumb along the underside of Jim's cock, trying to tease an orgasm out of him.

Jim lets out a choked cry, body tensing and shaking all over, an intense rush of pleasure washing over him when Bones grips at his neck, then drives himself even deeper into him. He's nearly pushed over the edge when he feels Bones come inside him, filling him up with deep thrusts, legs spreading as wide as he can manage to invite Bones to empty himself completely into him.

And then, well, all it really takes is a few strokes to his achingly hard cock, and he's coming too, crying loudly as he spills across Bones's hands and onto the floor too, moaning Bones's name as he rides out the bliss of his own orgasm.

McCoy shifts a little, staying inside Jim, his forehead resting on Jim's shoulder as he lets out soft little puffs of air, the tiniest things, because he doesn't think he could move without reaching for one of the tools he keeps here to help give him an energy boost.

"How long before the rest of the crew's on board?" he mumbles, because he definitely wants to do this again, but more importantly, "There's that captain's chair I'd love to check out, if we've got some privacy."

Jim's panting for air, eyes closed, feeling his head spinning, dizzy and light. He lets out a breathless laugh at the question, humming as he wiggles and shifts lazily beneath Bones, the side of his face pressed to the biobed.

"Couple weeks, I think. But... if we want privacy on the bridge, we might have to-- sneak in. In the middle of the night," he glances back at Bones over his shoulder, biting on his lower lip. "Up for some mischief, doc?"

Honestly, he wrote off the idea of being a mature citizen who doesn't get in any trouble the day he'd enrolled in Starfleet. He could blame it on Jim, but he knows it's simpler than that -- he's too damn old and tired to give a shit what people expect of him.

"You name the time and place," he says. "Besides," he adds, with a lazy drawl, stroking his hand over Jim's back slowly as he works to slowly pull out. "You telling me that you're going to let us get caught?" The only way that happens, he figures, is if Jim lets it happen on purpose.

"What?" He huffs a laugh, dissolving into a wince when Bones pulls out. He takes a moment to steady himself, then straightens up slightly, glancing back at Bones and shaking his head.

"No, I didn't have that in mind. When I said mischief, I was talking about breaking into the ship during the night, when it's out of bounds. I know I might look like a showoff, but I'm not really that eager to have people watching us while we're screwing our brains out."

"Well, that is a relief," McCoy admits, because it's not like he's sat down with Jim and asked for a detailed list of what he does and doesn't like when it comes to the bedroom, so he hadn't been sure where (if anywhere) exhibitionism had fit on that list.

Sneaking in while it's being built, that sounds a lot better. He reaches over for some of the supplies they've stocked so far, glad to find wipes that he can use to tidy up a little. "How long have we got before we don't get that chance?"