[When he's gripped and Spock starts moving inside him, it doesn't take long for him to lose himself completely to sensation, reveling in the loss of Spock's control--he's lost his control a long time ago. That strong Vulcan grip was the only reason he hasn't been able to move to get off. He can feel himself building up to his peak, coming ever closer to the edge. It's taking hardly any time at all now, Spock's desire pushing him over--
He nearly whites out when the dam is broken, pleasure cascading throughout him. He cries out as he comes, every muscle tightening in him as he turns his face half into the bed. His grip turns desperate on Spock's thigh, nails digging in, holding on for dear life.
And when he finally comes down, he turns limp, a pleasant buzz tingling throughout his body and mind, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His body is limp and sweat damp between their activity and the increased ambient temperature of the room. He can barely breathe out:]
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He nearly whites out when the dam is broken, pleasure cascading throughout him. He cries out as he comes, every muscle tightening in him as he turns his face half into the bed. His grip turns desperate on Spock's thigh, nails digging in, holding on for dear life.
And when he finally comes down, he turns limp, a pleasant buzz tingling throughout his body and mind, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His body is limp and sweat damp between their activity and the increased ambient temperature of the room. He can barely breathe out:]
--Holy shit.