[Sensing Spock let go of thought just to feel everything happening is a victory in Jim's mind--one he'll savor later. He's far too interested in watching and feeling Spock come undone, that deep green flush a sight he won't forget for a while. He wants to feel that crash through the cord, pulling at it and coaxing him to the edge.
Physically though, he makes a quick decision briefly to remove his hand and use his spit as lubricant. He replaced his hand and begins to stroke, mindful of the fiction regardless. He'd prepare properly next time and this way seemed to match the neediness and frenzied pace they had set for themselves. Even the thought of a "next time" is dizzying, enough to catch his breath.
He's not letting up on Spock's neck, enjoying the bloom of green/purple where his mouth worked. Jim grasps hard at Spock's hair to move his head down, biting none too gently at his earlobe. He's encouraging along the link to just let go.]
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Physically though, he makes a quick decision briefly to remove his hand and use his spit as lubricant. He replaced his hand and begins to stroke, mindful of the fiction regardless. He'd prepare properly next time and this way seemed to match the neediness and frenzied pace they had set for themselves. Even the thought of a "next time" is dizzying, enough to catch his breath.
He's not letting up on Spock's neck, enjoying the bloom of green/purple where his mouth worked. Jim grasps hard at Spock's hair to move his head down, biting none too gently at his earlobe. He's encouraging along the link to just let go.]