[He brings both hands up to rest on either side of Spock's face, fingers tracing up and down the shells of his ears as he uses this brief pause to try and catch his breath. He's aching to get back to that edge, faint protest dying in his chest though when he perceives the question and a brief hum resonates under his skin. Jim shifts his head slightly towards the side of his bed, indicating his nightstand top drawer. He dips his head back in for a brief, comparatively gentle kiss.]
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