[The ankle still hooked around his calf locks him against Spock's body. The knee sliding between his thighs acts as stability. Drool leaks out of the corner of his mouth at the near-withdrawal of Spock's fingers every time and he couldn't care less. The free hand that approaches his face Jim moans even louder for, thinking at first Spock is going to meld with him, just like this.
The other sensation proves to be also hot as hell. Watching Spock fuck himself up with some tactile play is never not the most attractive thing Jim's ever seen. At the next pass, Jim jerks forward and takes Spock's fingers as deep as he can again, swallowing around them and doing his best to suck them clean as he draws back.
Spock shares the sense of his own arousal. Jim, unskilled, psi-null, and with his mouth very much too full to Speak, attempts to focus despite the fog of lust he's in. To imagine Spock shoving him up against the door, still fully clothed, and fucking him senseless right here. The Where isn't as important as him just keeping this goddamn outfit on in the moment.
But if he's not really able to get the thought across he is going to whine sooner or later to beg for it aloud.]
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The other sensation proves to be also hot as hell. Watching Spock fuck himself up with some tactile play is never not the most attractive thing Jim's ever seen. At the next pass, Jim jerks forward and takes Spock's fingers as deep as he can again, swallowing around them and doing his best to suck them clean as he draws back.
Spock shares the sense of his own arousal. Jim, unskilled, psi-null, and with his mouth very much too full to Speak, attempts to focus despite the fog of lust he's in. To imagine Spock shoving him up against the door, still fully clothed, and fucking him senseless right here. The Where isn't as important as him just keeping this goddamn outfit on in the moment.
But if he's not really able to get the thought across he is going to whine sooner or later to beg for it aloud.]