smartass_captain

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"Yes," Spock says, but it is unclear to which part, whether he means yes he is a goddamn tease, yes he wants that just as bad, or both. He gives them both a squeeze, groaning against Jim's throat, and catches the lobe of his ear with his teeth before continuing. "Shall I elucidate? Inform you that I desire to settle on your lap, to feel you inside me, to let you fuck me," with a slight emphasis on the fuck, purposeful and knowing, "on the bridge in the chair you belong in?"

A lot to say, perhaps, but all the same it does not seem as though he is playing it up: unbridled desire, certainly, but he means every word of it.

Jim squirming beneath him gets Spock shifting, kissing along his neck, under his ear, along his jaw, back to his mouth, granting him a kiss and then breathing out his next words against his lips.

"Jim," with a low thrum to his voice, thick and heated, "tell me what you want tonight. We will have opportunity to explore the rest on other occasions."

Because he does want to have Jim for good. For always, for real, for him.