Spock will continue for as long as Jim needs him to. He will touch him and hold him and drive into him as much as he can take, wants to take.
Spock does startle when Jim cries, something almost frantic clawing up his throat. But it becomes clear that it is not a negative reaction and relief floods through him instead. He continues on, listening to Jim's almost reedy voice, rolls his hips back for another sharp snap.
Jim loves him. Jim would not lie about such a thing, therefore it must be true. His eyes widen slightly as he stares down at him, swallowing thickly before he switches back to holding Jim down with his body weight, right hand snapping up to thread fingers with Jim's, pressing that to the bed as well, breath hitching. The left continues its current task of stroking Jim in time with his thrusts.
"I too love you," he manages, as ragged as the rest, "I am close." That last, desperate because he wants—needs—Jim to reach completion before Spock does. "Show me."
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Spock does startle when Jim cries, something almost frantic clawing up his throat. But it becomes clear that it is not a negative reaction and relief floods through him instead. He continues on, listening to Jim's almost reedy voice, rolls his hips back for another sharp snap.
Jim loves him. Jim would not lie about such a thing, therefore it must be true. His eyes widen slightly as he stares down at him, swallowing thickly before he switches back to holding Jim down with his body weight, right hand snapping up to thread fingers with Jim's, pressing that to the bed as well, breath hitching. The left continues its current task of stroking Jim in time with his thrusts.
"I too love you," he manages, as ragged as the rest, "I am close." That last, desperate because he wants—needs—Jim to reach completion before Spock does. "Show me."