[Something wells up in the center of his chest and blossoms forth, a bright warmth that seeps into every inch of himself and spills over into Spock's mindscape--it's contentedness and comfort and how grateful he is, that Spock thinks he can be enough.
There's that word again, feeling how entangled in emotion it is, incredibly with a hint of embarassment. He makes doubly sure to stash it away for later. In the meantime, the golden heat of their bond spreads to the junction between their minds, seemingly encasing it, and reinforcing and strengthening it.
Jim gasps and a low moan rips from his throat when Spock moves again. He arches his back and physically grasps at what he can, scrambling for purchase as those sparks begin to ignite across the shared parts of their minds with their feedback. A low, desperate:]
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There's that word again, feeling how entangled in emotion it is, incredibly with a hint of embarassment. He makes doubly sure to stash it away for later. In the meantime, the golden heat of their bond spreads to the junction between their minds, seemingly encasing it, and reinforcing and strengthening it.
Jim gasps and a low moan rips from his throat when Spock moves again. He arches his back and physically grasps at what he can, scrambling for purchase as those sparks begin to ignite across the shared parts of their minds with their feedback. A low, desperate:]
Spock--!