[Feeling the echo of pleasure two-fold is so much stronger than his usual touch telepathy is capable of accommodating. He's thoroughly enjoying being pinned beneath Spock's weight and strength--something to fight against. Feeling that challenge along the cord, Jim reaches up with his free hand to run up and under Spock's shirt, rucking it up with his advance, clearly projecting Off as his fingertips run up Spock's abdomen, fingernails trailing none too gently.
His fingers slow slightly as he feels that fast...beating?-- on Spock's right. That's right. Vulcan anatomy--important to know for basic first aid per the Academy. Jim hums in appreciation as he lets his hand rest momentarily over Spock's (damn it really did beat fast) heart.
...And when the moment is over, he continues to tug, one-handed at the shirt, still fighting against the restraint at his other wrist.
There was no doubt in his mind that Spock likes seeing him struggle like this and he's far too turned on by it to properly mock annoyance.]
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His fingers slow slightly as he feels that fast...beating?-- on Spock's right. That's right. Vulcan anatomy--important to know for basic first aid per the Academy. Jim hums in appreciation as he lets his hand rest momentarily over Spock's (damn it really did beat fast) heart.
...And when the moment is over, he continues to tug, one-handed at the shirt, still fighting against the restraint at his other wrist.
There was no doubt in his mind that Spock likes seeing him struggle like this and he's far too turned on by it to properly mock annoyance.]