[That warmth turns murkier, warm blues and violets as the pure clarity of the moment is tinged with lust. Jim delights in how Spock is enjoying these subtle things like the angle at which they kiss like this and the delicious friction if they're held just so while Spock moves.
At Spock's insistence, he grinds his hips down, heat building merely from the firm grip on him. Jim's mouth finds Spock's as a desperate attempt to hide the low moan he lets out.]
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At Spock's insistence, he grinds his hips down, heat building merely from the firm grip on him. Jim's mouth finds Spock's as a desperate attempt to hide the low moan he lets out.]