[As ever, being quiet in bed is not something Jim is skilled at. Even with his mouth full he groans for each of the tender kisses. For the fingers pumping in and out of his mouth and then from behind as well. Preparing him for more. His hips rock backward into each and every one of Spock's thrusts, his cock bobbing untouched before sliding against the door weeping and flushed when he rocks back forward again.
Even if Spock couldn't hear Jim's breathing (or lack thereof) he can tell where Jim's at by the degree of fuzziness in the man's constant feedback threading through the bond between them.
Doesn't stop Jim from making a short, petulant sound of complaint around the deep breaths through his nose though.
He's going to be clawing at the goddamn door the second Spock hones in and starts rubbing over his prostate. Choking on Spock's fingers just briefly before he goes after them with even greater desperation. All sense of holding back evaporates while his lover plays Jim like a musical instrument. He'll breathe if Spock wants him to, but the only sense Jim focuses on is Now.
A litany. A mantra. A prayer if that's what it takes.]
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[ by the time jim reaches that point spock's forehead is planted at the center of jim's back again, eyes lidded but open watching as his fingers—
—now hits like a bolt of lightning and he finally relents, taking yet another shaky breath and nodding where he rests so jim can feel the movement. he moves quickly after that, keeping his fingers in jim's mouth as he withdraws the other hand, taking only as much time as is necessary to position them both so that he can rock his hips forward, sinking slowly but smoothly inch by inch into his bondmate until they're flush against one another.
jim is so hot around him despite their actual temperature disparity being the opposite that he moans, a low, wrecked thing muffled against the older man's back before he finally, finally starts to move.
no one has ever so thoroughly ruined spock as jim always does, much less when they've barely started. ]
[Just like the zipper had, the slide of leather over itself echoes in Jim's ears even over his own whines or Spock's reverberating, low moans that are usually what make Jim's toes curl. The Vulcan's voice is still hotter than sin, but that outfit.
He can't see it now, but the scent of leather is still heady, especially with Spock's gloved fingers working in Jim's mouth. Jim can feel the brush of Spock's bangs against his shoulders and remembers that ruffled windswept look he'd walked in with. Jim's whole body caresses Spock covetously with the memory. With how the jacket hung open, Spock's tits were full ass on display. Jim can't stop thinking about it. The look of him, his usual prim and proper lab coated boyfriend looking ruffled and rugged and--the leather the rub of leather and the smell of it and the feel of that stretch and connection--
Jim's thoughts melt together as he's pushed up against the door again. He moans around Spock's fingers but does shudder through a deep breath through his nose lest Spock Stop now of all times.
He wants his love to know just how goddamn hot he looked waltzing into Jim's office. How Jim's cock jumped at the sight of him. All of it.]
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Even if Spock couldn't hear Jim's breathing (or lack thereof) he can tell where Jim's at by the degree of fuzziness in the man's constant feedback threading through the bond between them.
Doesn't stop Jim from making a short, petulant sound of complaint around the deep breaths through his nose though.
He's going to be clawing at the goddamn door the second Spock hones in and starts rubbing over his prostate. Choking on Spock's fingers just briefly before he goes after them with even greater desperation. All sense of holding back evaporates while his lover plays Jim like a musical instrument. He'll breathe if Spock wants him to, but the only sense Jim focuses on is Now.
A litany. A mantra. A prayer if that's what it takes.]
some nsfw since im home anyway lmao
—now hits like a bolt of lightning and he finally relents, taking yet another shaky breath and nodding where he rests so jim can feel the movement. he moves quickly after that, keeping his fingers in jim's mouth as he withdraws the other hand, taking only as much time as is necessary to position them both so that he can rock his hips forward, sinking slowly but smoothly inch by inch into his bondmate until they're flush against one another.
jim is so hot around him despite their actual temperature disparity being the opposite that he moans, a low, wrecked thing muffled against the older man's back before he finally, finally starts to move.
no one has ever so thoroughly ruined spock as jim always does, much less when they've barely started. ]
don't know where you are - not wifi safe
He can't see it now, but the scent of leather is still heady, especially with Spock's gloved fingers working in Jim's mouth. Jim can feel the brush of Spock's bangs against his shoulders and remembers that ruffled windswept look he'd walked in with. Jim's whole body caresses Spock covetously with the memory. With how the jacket hung open, Spock's tits were full ass on display. Jim can't stop thinking about it. The look of him, his usual prim and proper lab coated boyfriend looking ruffled and rugged and--the leather the rub of leather and the smell of it and the feel of that stretch and connection--
Jim's thoughts melt together as he's pushed up against the door again. He moans around Spock's fingers but does shudder through a deep breath through his nose lest Spock Stop now of all times.
He wants his love to know just how goddamn hot he looked waltzing into Jim's office. How Jim's cock jumped at the sight of him. All of it.]