[ He lingers in those areas, fingertips pressing against them for longer and longer increments, gradually adding more fingers to prepare Jim. Spock doesn't even mind the hair-grabbing, merely turning his head where Jim pulls him, pressing his mouth where he can – against Jim's hairline, behind his ear, teeth dragging across his earlobe.
After several full, long minutes Spock begins to withdraw his fingers, one at a time just as how they went in. He only takes a moment to prepare his own self before he shifts on the bed, scooting closer to press in. Spock grips Jim's hip to hold him steady as he begins to press in, resting his forehead against the back of Jim's shoulder. He seats himself inside Jim just as slow as anything else he's done so far, probably agonizingly slow for Jim's taste.
Though once he's pressed in ... he simply holds there, unmoving. The grip on Jim's hip is firm, his body cool against Jim's back but his breath warm against Jim's neck. ]
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After several full, long minutes Spock begins to withdraw his fingers, one at a time just as how they went in. He only takes a moment to prepare his own self before he shifts on the bed, scooting closer to press in. Spock grips Jim's hip to hold him steady as he begins to press in, resting his forehead against the back of Jim's shoulder. He seats himself inside Jim just as slow as anything else he's done so far, probably agonizingly slow for Jim's taste.
Though once he's pressed in ... he simply holds there, unmoving. The grip on Jim's hip is firm, his body cool against Jim's back but his breath warm against Jim's neck. ]