[That image causes Jim to nearly choke on his next breath, pace and grip stuttering. He emits a low, growled:]
Spock...!
[And if there's a hint of a whine in there, Jim will deny it later and insist it was Spock's fault anyway.
Somewhat reluctantly, he pulls up and sits back on his heels. He takes the lubricant-slicked hand and pulls it away, reaching behind to start preparing himself for Spock to deliver on his promise. In the meantime, Jim brings up his other hand and starts stroking Spock alone, eager to follow through on what Spock had in store.]
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Spock...!
[And if there's a hint of a whine in there, Jim will deny it later and insist it was Spock's fault anyway.
Somewhat reluctantly, he pulls up and sits back on his heels. He takes the lubricant-slicked hand and pulls it away, reaching behind to start preparing himself for Spock to deliver on his promise. In the meantime, Jim brings up his other hand and starts stroking Spock alone, eager to follow through on what Spock had in store.]