For as much as Jim lives for driving his partners into incoherency, he's really not used to being on the other side of it. It's rather safe to say that despite Jim's request no one has ever in fact actually fucked this boy stupid before. Jim's arms wrap around Spock's neck when he leans in close enough. His nails dig into Spock's back a little for the bite.
Spock gets treated to his name gasped out again for it, whined out when he pulls away to reposition once more, and then Jim has no space for words. He's too busy holding on. Until Spock overdoes it and Jim's grip on the sheet slips. He slides up the bed with another whine of the fabric against his reddened skin. Jim grunts a startled little noise to suddenly have Spock over him, his head hitting the man's hand.
It's the closest thing to a pause they get as Spock slows long enough to apologize while he nuzzles close. This far gone Jim doesn't even realize his eyes are wet with emotion. He's mushing his cheek into Spock's hand. Gasping for enough air to catch his breath. Confused, honestly, why he's being apologized to in the moment.
"S'good. Spock it's so good, you're good~" Jim murmurs in between breaths. If Spock is going to lean over then Jim is going to cling to him. Maybe that's even for the best. He won't slide far if he's latched on to Spock. But his legs jolt and tremble when slightly cooler fingers wrap around his weeping cock. All Jim can manage by now is a startled choking noise that grows in pitch. Jim's grip tightens as if he has to hold on for dear life. It does mean he's clenching down a little on Spock too but at an urging he will find himself enough to relax again. Just for a little longer...
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Spock gets treated to his name gasped out again for it, whined out when he pulls away to reposition once more, and then Jim has no space for words. He's too busy holding on. Until Spock overdoes it and Jim's grip on the sheet slips. He slides up the bed with another whine of the fabric against his reddened skin. Jim grunts a startled little noise to suddenly have Spock over him, his head hitting the man's hand.
It's the closest thing to a pause they get as Spock slows long enough to apologize while he nuzzles close. This far gone Jim doesn't even realize his eyes are wet with emotion. He's mushing his cheek into Spock's hand. Gasping for enough air to catch his breath. Confused, honestly, why he's being apologized to in the moment.
"S'good. Spock it's so good, you're good~" Jim murmurs in between breaths. If Spock is going to lean over then Jim is going to cling to him. Maybe that's even for the best. He won't slide far if he's latched on to Spock. But his legs jolt and tremble when slightly cooler fingers wrap around his weeping cock. All Jim can manage by now is a startled choking noise that grows in pitch. Jim's grip tightens as if he has to hold on for dear life. It does mean he's clenching down a little on Spock too but at an urging he will find himself enough to relax again. Just for a little longer...