For half a second, Jim just melts into Spock's touch to see that barely-there smile. Just because Vulcan expressions are subtle doesn't meant they're not there. It's so hot and Jim can't help the way his stomach flip-flops to see it. Just like he can't help the very undignified noise he makes that is dangerously close to a squeak to be hauled up off the floor as though he weighed nothing only to be practically thrown onto Spock's bed. "Shi--Spock!!" Oh yeah, he's moaning that right in a pointed ear.

"Holy...fucking shit..!" The words tremble out of Jim's mouth when he bounces once on the bed before he settles. "I-wh. I mean yeah. Yes. Hell yes. Big agree." How fast can Jim get out of his uniform? He's about to set a new record. His red jacket gets flung over to his own bed, but everything else kind of bunches where Jim deposits it right next to him, only to slither into a pile of fabric off the side of Spock's bed.

But at the last, Jim hooks his thumbs into his fitted underwear and peels it down off of him with a needy groan just to show off how goddamned hard he is already for Spock and his attention.

"Come here, c'mere I can get that off you just--"