[His pupils dilate ever so slightly and he licks his bottom lip (which was now swollen).
Well if intentions weren't clear enough before...
No, the cord made that abundantly clear. Playing with their words was...a formality? No, it was their style, light banter like this. Of course it'd follow them in this arena as well.
He lets go of Spock's hair, appreciating how it stayed messed up for a second before grabbing at the shoulder whose hand was not on his stomach, and roughly pulling up towards him, every intent to go back to kissing while Jim decided how to rearrange themselves.
The cord hums with his want, making damned sure Spock could feel it.]
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Well if intentions weren't clear enough before...
No, the cord made that abundantly clear. Playing with their words was...a formality? No, it was their style, light banter like this. Of course it'd follow them in this arena as well.
He lets go of Spock's hair, appreciating how it stayed messed up for a second before grabbing at the shoulder whose hand was not on his stomach, and roughly pulling up towards him, every intent to go back to kissing while Jim decided how to rearrange themselves.
The cord hums with his want, making damned sure Spock could feel it.]