Such a shame, really, the briefs going back on. Kirk let out a little whine when Frank got up, but simply shifted to snuggle into the pillows, watching him from the cradle of arms and fabric. It had been hard to see underneath Frank, but watching the muscle shift on his back was glorious. No wonder Frank had been able to thrust like he had.

He lounged while he listened to Frank get glasses, lifting his head slightly when the man came back in.

“Lose the briefs,” he ordered from the bed, unconsciously falling into his captain’s voice, clearly expecting to be obeyed. What could he say? He wanted to watch that back and ass as Frank walked about.