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Date: 2025-02-06 03:22 am (UTC)After, when Jim is breathing words between them, Spock swallows. Normally he might have several questions, but he is able to glean meaning well enough from context that he simply inhales a little sharply and blinks both sets of eyelids before looking at him, hand lifting to close atop Jim's in his shirt.
He nudges their foreheads together gently; there is transference but it is steady and grounding. This is the most Spock has touched anyone other than regular contact with his mother as a child, and well, with T'Pring while they were still betrothed.
"We have established that we both have long-term affection and desire for one another," he begins reasonably, "and should you desire to wait, I will not push you. I have lived with you in this room for months with you almost entirely undressed at all times and have, as I have heard it colloquially put, 'survived.' I will not cease to do so should you want to progress more slowly. However, I will also note that my opinion of you will not change regardless of the speed or lack thereof and I hope yours of me would not either."
A beat passes.
"To clarify, I have desired to have sexual intercourse with you for some time now and continue to desire to."