[ Spock enjoys that Jim's enjoying the struggle, their banter an obvious precursor to something like this, their steps made into a dance in bed. The thrill Jim gets from it just encourages Spock to press more, grip harder, make Jim fight a littler fiercer for it.
Spock slows momentarily when Jim's hand finds his heart, pulling back just enough to catch his breath while leaning their foreheads together, panting against Jim's mouth. There's a pulse of warmth and brightness that has nothing to do with lust at that moment, the cord resonating with it. He dives right back in when Jim moves that hand again, the deep golden color returning to the cord with the waves of desire.
He sends the mental projection of Jim pulling off Spock's top over his head, the suggestion clear in its intent ]
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Spock slows momentarily when Jim's hand finds his heart, pulling back just enough to catch his breath while leaning their foreheads together, panting against Jim's mouth. There's a pulse of warmth and brightness that has nothing to do with lust at that moment, the cord resonating with it. He dives right back in when Jim moves that hand again, the deep golden color returning to the cord with the waves of desire.
He sends the mental projection of Jim pulling off Spock's top over his head, the suggestion clear in its intent ]