smartass_captain

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In the hall, Samuel Kirk swears again and storms off, but Spock simply notes it and sets it aside to be smug about later. For now, he is too enraptured with Jim. Jim, the only important thing in the galaxy at the moment, Jim, who fits in his lap perfectly and begs for more like he would die without it.

Spock does not, in fact, stop. He does moan, burying it in the crook of Jim's neck and cutting it off with another catch of teeth just behind his ear. He does relent on their positioning though, if only because he wants to be able to go harder, faster, with the use of his hands.

But perhaps he is a little over-zealous: there comes a point where, as Jim's back once again slides along the mattress from the force of their movement, his head gets dangerously close to slamming into the headboard at speed.

It does not end up doing so, however. Instead, Spock darts a hand forward and puts it directly in the way so that Jim's head bumps up against his palm instead. Then he presses kisses all along Jim's neck and throat, murmuring a quiet but earnest apology for the fact that his recklessness could have caused potential real harm depending on just how hard his head would have been hit. He strokes his thumb across Jim's hairline, over his temple with a flashfire bit of affection, and slips his other hand between them to curl fingers around the base of Jim's cock.