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they're REALLY good lmao
Date: 2025-02-06 05:38 am (UTC)That is not to say he dislikes it, however, as he briefly feels as though his mouth has gone dry from the sound of Jim moaning in his ear. Spock watches him the entire time as he undresses, gaze dark and hungry, and he's almost fully undressed by the time Jim tries to get him onto the bed and closer to him already: all he has left are his pants and underwear, and for once in his life Spock has not taken the time to fold any of it, just tossed it over the back of his desk chair.
Spock shifts close enough for Jim to get his hands on him, but he busies him instead with straddling his thighs and kissing him, harder than before, desperate and heated with a low groan against his mouth before he starts dragging his attentions lower, teeth catching briefly at his throat, his collarbone—
—his eyes flick up to look at his face, one eyebrow arched slightly, as he presses a kiss to the center of his chest in the same moment that one of his hands slides up the length of Jim's inner thigh.