Don't believe in no-win scenarios

"Yeah there is." Jim groans softly, punctuating the point with a deliberate rock of his hips squelching a little for how slick everything he's rocking against has become with Spock's arousal. "You gotta tell me later if it's better or worse when you're drunk." Jim shudders for the pressure urging him open. Everywhere Spock touches him feels electric.

"Y'know. For science. Because you seem....s-seem t'really like this.' As does Jim. So much so that even talking is becoming almost too much for him. It's shifting into encouraging sounds, mostly. Gliding when he rocks forward and slides along Spock's lok. Rocks back and urges the Vulcan's fingers deeper into him.

More, more, More.

Yes, Jim likes the sound of that. The. Feel? Unimportant how he heard just that he did and he is in accord, he's making hungry wanting sounds against Spock's throat he's mouthing along.

"L-love you too." He's shuddering too hard for that promise to mouth off more in the moment. Hell but he wants that. Wants the soft words spoken in Golic that wrap him up so gentle despite the promise Spock is making him. "W. we can cuddle or n-nnnnnnnnnnap the rest of your--fuck do that again-- intoxication off. After. P-promise...!"