smartass_captain

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Understandable fears for a man who could not be Vulcan Enough for the bondmate selected for him since Spock was a child. Spock has not known as Much loss as Jim Kirk has, but what he has lost speaks to his perceived worth as a person as much as it does the human sprawled beneath him in his bed. They can both face their self doubts and fears come morning. In the immediate, there is only exultation to have each other.

After months of having to watch others get attention that should have been theirs all along.

Jim's pliant beneath Spock. Eager to raise his hips, tip himself back however best suits the other. His smile curls with satisfaction.

"You're so fucking hot." Jim murmurs against Spock's lips. "I hated catching sight of you across campus with those girls. Wondering if you'd had them here, just like this..." As if Spock will feel differently to know Jim is well aware of how he needs to relax. How to rock his hips into Spock's questing touch. The tug draws another soft noise of Want out of Jim.

"Yeah...? Funny...me too."