[He can feel the rippling back as an echo and has to pause to re-gather himself--he pulls back to rest their foreheads together, and he's breathing harshly, letting their breath intermingle. He lets the sensations wash over him before ducking in and forcing Spock's chin upward to trail bites down his throat, projecting clear as a bell that image he had before of Spock holding his arms out of the way with ease. There's a little thrill that accompanies it, thinking of himself as helpless, knowing just how powerful Spock is.]
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