Don't believe in no-win scenarios

"Ohhhh, nice nice. Sweet thoughts or." Jim waits for Spock to finish clarifying and can't help the softer chuckle he gives, after. "Mmm. Sexy thoughts. I see. Very serious." Jim can't really stop Spock from rearranging them as he likes, Vulcan strength being what it is, but see. He likes being handled.

Especially by Spock.

"I try to be." Remarkable, he means. For Spock, to prove the world wrong about what he's capable of. Jim's just about to compliment Spock back when the man sits up and with no neatness whatsoever discards his light sleep shirt. Jim's pulse jumps. Rare indeed is it for Spock not to neatly fold and set aside his clothing when stripping.

Even when they're getting busy.

"Yeah? Good. I uh. That's good. Me too." He's barely got his arms around Spock's shoulders when the other strips out of his pants too. It leaves them both in their underwear, curled up atop each other. Jim's trying desperately not to think about Spock just shucking out of his clothes all careless like. It's not working very well.

"Yeah. I. Yeah. You know I always want to see you naked."