[ The top layers he's wearing pull off with a bit of effort, the tighter undershirt proving just a bit stubborn (but it musses Spock's hair wonderfully when it's finally tugged free). The removing of the tops briefly breaks their contact, the link dulling to a mere whisper of what it is without the physical anchor behind it.
But when Spock's arms encircle Jim's torso again, his mind encircling Jim's thoughts again along with it, that dark area becomes apparent, stilling Spock's hands at the base of Jim's spine. His eyes remain open, though heavily lidded, but his mind turns inward toward that area, seeking to identify the emotions there conflicting with the building heat of lust. ]
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But when Spock's arms encircle Jim's torso again, his mind encircling Jim's thoughts again along with it, that dark area becomes apparent, stilling Spock's hands at the base of Jim's spine. His eyes remain open, though heavily lidded, but his mind turns inward toward that area, seeking to identify the emotions there conflicting with the building heat of lust. ]