Don't believe in no-win scenarios

Jim can't help but to let out a low, impressed whistle as Spock effortlessly lands his underwear in the hamper despite Jim NEVER having seen him try that particular game once before. And the man's drunk. Truly, Jim doesn't think he deserves this Vulcan. He's grinning full stop and diving down with a hand planted on either side of Spock's head to offer the other a deep, hungry kiss. Eager in the way Jim steals his way inside Spock's mouth. Only drawing back when he needs to come up for air.

Beneath him, Spock's squeezing his thighs and Jim's wolfish grin comes back.

It lingers where Spock adjusts them, grows into something that promises trouble for the soft yet deep sound Spock makes for the first little rock that jolt of pleasure brings him.

"I dunno." Jim drawls, like his own pulse isn't frenetic with feverish excitement. "One data point does not a sample size make, Spock~" His hands settle at Spock's shoulders to steady himself as Jim joins in the motion. His teeth find purchase in his own lower lip. Damn this feels good. "I'm gonna keep....hhhhh..keep testing while we've got the window for it."