[McCoy huffed a laugh against Kirk's chest, filled with amusement and enough frustration to give it an edge.] Only one of us is deluded. [He said, trailing down to Kirk's chest, hand pressing against his side, tracing where the wound should have been lightly then more firmly.]
Magic. [He muttered before pressing his lips against Kirk's again ]
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Magic. [He muttered before pressing his lips against Kirk's again ]