[ A breath puffs its way past Spock's lips, a soft, breathy groan following it while Spock's mouth is still open. His head falls back to the bed, eyes closed as his hips twitch up into Jim's hand. Pleasure threatens to overtake his thoughts, filling the link between them. One hand finds its way to Jim's ass, gripping a cheek tightly and pulling him closer. The other hand reaches up to grip at the hair at the base of Jim's head, blunt nails scraping against his scalp there. ]
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