smartass_captain

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There resides in Spock a hungry ache which has never been sated. To be accepted as he is, to be loved without question. He did not anticipate it ever being sated but he is here now, watching, listening, feeling as Jim comes undone beneath him, as Jim loves him and only him.

The increased tightness when Jim reaches release, when his body tenses, drags a low, pleasured his through Spock's teeth and he chokes on another moan just after, overcome—he snaps his hips hard one more time, burying his face in Jim's neck and rasping out his name as he comes bottomed out inside him, fine muscles trembling even as he finally stills, both of them covered in sweat (though on Spock it is due to the constant contact with Jim's heated skin). He presses an apologetic kiss to a bite from before, letting the fingers of his clean hand stroke slowly up and down Jim's side to help him come down comfortably, to feel the care and adoration with which Spock is treating him.

He does not desire to pull back yet, so he does not. He does, however, lift his head again to kiss him on the mouth, slow and easy.

"I request that you inform me of your comfort levels and any changes to them."