[Jim's anticipation is growing, gets to the point where he forces himself to create a somewhat coherent thought: Let me--
But this time he can't suppress the moan that falls past his lips, completely focused on the cord, barely registering the fingertips on his lips. He doesn't think he can hold on much longer through much more of Spock's ministrations, as those waves ripple through to his core, causing that familiar hot coil low in his stomach.]
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But this time he can't suppress the moan that falls past his lips, completely focused on the cord, barely registering the fingertips on his lips. He doesn't think he can hold on much longer through much more of Spock's ministrations, as those waves ripple through to his core, causing that familiar hot coil low in his stomach.]