His hand felt cool and gentle as it traced Tuvok's body, making him shiver as it explored areas even his wife - his former wife - never touched, such as his sides as they became his hips, or the muscles around his shoulders. He and T'Pel had rarely touched outside pon'farr. It was not logical to do so given the realities of their situation.
"Good morning, Tuvok." His voice was gentle. "I'm sorry for waking you."
Tuvok struggled to speak against the pull of the fire in his veins. "There is nothing...your hand...please, continue." There was a flash of humor along the bond.
"I'd like to do more than that, if I may." And without asking more permission, as if he knew that such would not be necessary, Chakotay took hold of Tuvok's penis, stroking it to hardness, and guiding Tuvok's hand to his own. He followed his bondmate's lead as their arousal grew together, feeling the pleasure each other felt. As their orgasms built, Chakotay pulled them close, bringing their mouths together, and allowed Tuvok to do the same with their minds, closing both the physical and mental gaps between them, taking firm control. Tuvok let himself go as he had the night before, trusting in Chakotay's strength to keep them both safe, knowing he no longer had any choice.
He lay in the coolness of his bondmate's arms afterwards, his fires banked for the moment.