Suffice it to say Jim's going to be having filthy dreams involving Spock effortlessly reversing their positions on a bed indefinitely thanks to this. He makes a startled, excited little noise in the back of his throat. Blinks down at Spock where he's now straddling the other's waist.

Oh. W...wow." His tongue darts out to drag across his lower lip where he stares down at his slightly rumpled boyfriend, drunk and sweet and absolutely hotter than sin. At the question, Jim takes a look down at them both and then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear to start peeling them down. He'll have to carefully get up to shuck free of them, but only for a second or two.

"Might as well get rid of these, since we'll have to eventually anyway."

Jim balls his up and tosses them with a smug grin when he lands them in the laundry receptacle. Nailed it.

"Besides. I wanna feel all of you."