McCoy steps in and takes hold of Jim's wrists lightly, pushing them aside. He very slowly starts to wind the little clothing left off of Jim, his eyes half-lidded. "Knowing you, darling, you could catch a swamp bug in a desert," he drawls, hands firmly on Jim's hips.
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Date: 2016-03-13 01:12 am (UTC)"Let's get you good and naked on the bed."