[ even with the gloves on, the way jim sucks at his fingers so desperately hits spock right at his core, his heart pounding in his side as he snakes his hand beneath layers of fabric, curling still-damp fingers around jim's cock to pump it a few times, distracting, before he draws back just enough to pop the button of his own fly, unzipping it after, his forehead resting between jim's shoulder blades so he can watch between them, fingers in his mouth spread invitingly to make space for his tongue. ]
Spread your legs.
[ as best as he can still mostly clothed, at least. while Spock would generally prefer not to soil their clothing as thoroughly as this, he finds he lacks the ability to care at the moment. drawing his lok free of layers of fabric makes him suck in a sharp breath, and he yanks jim's pants and underwear down just enough to give him access. he strokes his own arousal slowly to slick up his fingers (obscene, filthy—) because no matter how much jim wants it, spock won't do this without preparing him first. ]
Breathe, ashayam.
[ the words are thick on his tongue, his own patience wearing thin. once he's sure jim is focused enough to do so, he starts to press the first finger into him. ]
understandable lmao
Spread your legs.
[ as best as he can still mostly clothed, at least. while Spock would generally prefer not to soil their clothing as thoroughly as this, he finds he lacks the ability to care at the moment. drawing his lok free of layers of fabric makes him suck in a sharp breath, and he yanks jim's pants and underwear down just enough to give him access. he strokes his own arousal slowly to slick up his fingers (obscene, filthy—) because no matter how much jim wants it, spock won't do this without preparing him first. ]
Breathe, ashayam.
[ the words are thick on his tongue, his own patience wearing thin. once he's sure jim is focused enough to do so, he starts to press the first finger into him. ]