[Seeing that image in his mind that Spock creates causes his mouth, hand, hips, all to slow down simultaneously as the heat builds low in his belly. A sharp inhale of breath punctuates a bite at Spock's bottom lip--Jim is already moving to free Spock from the confines of his pants by undoing buttons and lowering the zipper, reaching his comparatively warm hand in while also trying (and failing) to move Spock's pants out of the way. Jim's usual impatience was now starting to take over.]
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