[The scent of the leather still clings to Spock's skin and Jim can't help but moan softly, low, in the back of his throat. He looks just so goddamn wrecked when Spock cups his cheek despite the relatively short time Spock has been within his office.]
Yeah....goddamn, yeah... Want to feel what you feel--
[Every word traced out against Spock's fingertips. Jim's tongue peeks out to lap at the tips first, his eyes dark with his want as he flits them up to lock with Spock's own. Only once he's made direct eye contact does he lean forward to take the digits as deep into his mouth as Spock can reach. His tongue works over each lovingly. Worshiping him in ways only Jim can.]
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Yeah....goddamn, yeah... Want to feel what you feel--
[Every word traced out against Spock's fingertips. Jim's tongue peeks out to lap at the tips first, his eyes dark with his want as he flits them up to lock with Spock's own. Only once he's made direct eye contact does he lean forward to take the digits as deep into his mouth as Spock can reach. His tongue works over each lovingly. Worshiping him in ways only Jim can.]