smartass_captain

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"I will inform you later," Spock promises, "when I am less distracted."

Because each rock of Jim's hips has Spock's tilting to match, to grind them together more insistently. He presses his fingers deeper to meet Jim on the way back, moves them faster, and slowly starts to spread them slightly to relax him further.

His head tilts with a soft sound, enjoying and welcoming Jim's mouth against his throat, breath catching once, twice. For a moment, he's too lost in 'doing that again' (and again, and again) to answer verbally, watching Jim with irises completely swallowed up by his pupils.

"That is acceptable," he finally breathes, "do you want another?" Finger, he means. "I do not wish to harm you in my inevitable enthusiasm."