[ The pace Spock sets is still agonizingly slow, but even this little movement is nearly enough to push Jim back to the edge. The hand that was gripping Jim's hip moves lower, grasping his cock from the base and wrapping his cool fingers around him, stroking even more slowly than his thrusting, just enough to tease him into a higher state of arousal.
His earlier embarrassment fades quickly enough, replaced by some emotion that seems like smugness. He's the one doing this to Jim, pushing him closer and closer into an incoherent state, bringing his this pleasure. It's an intoxicating realization for him, almost better than the physical sensations coursing through him. ]
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His earlier embarrassment fades quickly enough, replaced by some emotion that seems like smugness. He's the one doing this to Jim, pushing him closer and closer into an incoherent state, bringing his this pleasure. It's an intoxicating realization for him, almost better than the physical sensations coursing through him. ]