Jim's groan fills their dorm room. Billows up and hangs up by the ceiling. How many times has he dreampt about Spock touching him like this? Spreading him open while he talks so sweet in that deep rumble of his laced with such want? Jim's dreams couldn't compare to the real thing. Couldn't capture just how enraptured Spock's voice catches in his ears. There's an affection here he hadn't been able to account for but god does it make Everything else feel so much more.

"Y-you didn't...?" A budding whine builds in the back of Jim's throat. He twitches untouched. Shudders. "N-neither did I. Couldn't bear the thought of you finding out. Th-thinking I wanted to be with anyone that wasn't you. When it was all just..." Jim trails off as he's bent further and relaxes into it. His back curves graceful as water leaving him spread open indecently. Entirely positioned for Spock's benefit. It's not until that rougher thrust that Jim cries out louder. His leg jerks a little in the crook of Spock's arm.

An open flame of kindling to a dried out bonfire. Fuck but he needs this man.

"Spock, please--Yes--!" Panting, unable to hold still the more worked up he gets. "Fuck but when I knew you liked this too I..." Gasping roughly for a rougher thrust that leaves him crying out for more. "I almost lost my mind I wantyousobad--"