[ Spock's hands don't leave Jim's skin even when he pulls back, making sure to keep their link open, fingers briefly tightening around him. The speed of his strokes even increases a bit when Jim presses a hand to him, helplessly letting out a groan of his own.
The link and bond deepen in the color of Spock's desire, some of Jim's own impatience seeping into Spock's psyche now. Jim's hand is no substitute for Jim himself. An image flashes across the link, a projection of how they could be right now—Jim in his lap with Spock buried deep inside him, holding each other close while Jim rides him. ]
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The link and bond deepen in the color of Spock's desire, some of Jim's own impatience seeping into Spock's psyche now. Jim's hand is no substitute for Jim himself. An image flashes across the link, a projection of how they could be right now—Jim in his lap with Spock buried deep inside him, holding each other close while Jim rides him. ]