[ Look, if he was going to have do to this, he was going to do it right, damn it. He was your captain, and he was not about to leave you with a terrible experience. And he has a reputation to keep up.
Chekov's clumsiness with his tongue is rather charming and he hummed against his lips, gently coaxing as he played with the other. It was gentle, slow, teasing, encouraging the other to follow and reciprocate as his arms wound around him, tugging him closer and hugged tight. ]