[ Spock catches the each of those details, watching his eyes and mouth in turn, that half-smirk not fading just yet. He leans up higher on the bed at Jim's urging, unfortunately having to pull his hand from Jim's stomach to balance himself.
He replaces his hand with his body though, rearranging their positions before Jim comes to a decision, making it for him. He presses Jim into the bed with his own weight, one knee between Jim's legs, the other on the outside of a thigh. He presses their hips together, letting Jim feel his desire take physical form as well as sending it along their link, the golden cord deepening in color. ]
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He replaces his hand with his body though, rearranging their positions before Jim comes to a decision, making it for him. He presses Jim into the bed with his own weight, one knee between Jim's legs, the other on the outside of a thigh. He presses their hips together, letting Jim feel his desire take physical form as well as sending it along their link, the golden cord deepening in color. ]