"There is a remarkable amount of me to taste," he grants, "but currently I am more pleased with our current course of action." Spock can feel their combined arousal, the sheer need overwhelming. He could almost get lost in it were it not for Jim keeping him focused.
"I will," wreck Jim, he means, as he finally relents and starts to slowly press a finger into him, watching every expression he makes as though he cannot get enough. Thankfully he does not make Jim wait longer: he begins to move that finger, slowly but then faster, his voice thick when he speaks again.
"Yes." Simply. "I am yours also, and they should remember that." As he speaks, he gauges Jim's reactions before pressing another finger in along with the first, the thrusting movements eager but not too hard at this point. The tightness around his fingers is a lot, heavy on this tongue and thick like honey.
He tips his head up until he can kiss Jim, teeth just barely tugging at his lower lip before he murmurs there against his mouth. "I love you," he starts, "and I will cause you to scream my name before we are finished."
As he says this, he curves his fingers inside him so that the pads of them drag along his prostate as he draws them out, then presses them back in. With hands being what they are to Vulcans, he swallows hard from just the feel of Jim around his fingers, how Jim's so receptive to the stimuli of both them and the grind of their hips encouraging Spock more, more, more.
His lok has fully unsheathed by now, the slick drag of it along Jim's cock familiar and desperate.
"You are vital," he breathes out, fervent, and he does not even realize he has dropped out of Standard into Golic. The transference of their touch will give Jim all the meaning he needs, though.
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"I will," wreck Jim, he means, as he finally relents and starts to slowly press a finger into him, watching every expression he makes as though he cannot get enough. Thankfully he does not make Jim wait longer: he begins to move that finger, slowly but then faster, his voice thick when he speaks again.
"Yes." Simply. "I am yours also, and they should remember that." As he speaks, he gauges Jim's reactions before pressing another finger in along with the first, the thrusting movements eager but not too hard at this point. The tightness around his fingers is a lot, heavy on this tongue and thick like honey.
He tips his head up until he can kiss Jim, teeth just barely tugging at his lower lip before he murmurs there against his mouth. "I love you," he starts, "and I will cause you to scream my name before we are finished."
As he says this, he curves his fingers inside him so that the pads of them drag along his prostate as he draws them out, then presses them back in. With hands being what they are to Vulcans, he swallows hard from just the feel of Jim around his fingers, how Jim's so receptive to the stimuli of both them and the grind of their hips encouraging Spock more, more, more.
His lok has fully unsheathed by now, the slick drag of it along Jim's cock familiar and desperate.
"You are vital," he breathes out, fervent, and he does not even realize he has dropped out of Standard into Golic. The transference of their touch will give Jim all the meaning he needs, though.