smartass_captain

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Jim knew it without being told, through action and honestly probably whatever surface level affection is bleeding into this whole thing that he's not got any clue consciously is happening. But it's another to hear it. To feel the weight of the words. Spock doesn't give him time to second guess the words that spilled from his lips because he returns them in earnest.

And this is Spock, is the thing.

He doesn't say Anything he doesn't mean. There's a sense of security there Jim's never had before. In Knowing that someone loves him. Hell, Spock's even holding his hand in the cheesiest romantic move Jim's ever seen and if he hadn't already been emotionally drunk and overwhelmed he would be by that simple little gesture. The twitch of his smile is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it flicker before the next thrust leaves him making that reedy little moan again.

Jim has just enough presence of mind to squeeze Spock's hand back in appreciation for the shift in position. His right hand releases the bunched up sheet he'd been clinging to so he can anchor it on a broad shoulder instead. The thighs bracketing Spock twitch and tremble the way they had before. That demand on top of everything else just does Jim in right then and there.

He has those couple seconds of clawing, climbing warmth before he's shaking apart in ragged gasps. He's spilling over the top of Spock's fingers, painting both of their stomachs in his seed. All the while he's held down by Spock's weight. His hand in Jim's. Steady even while Jim trembles and quakes. It's not until the crest of his release is over that he croaks out Spock's name in something akin to devoted wonder.