Jim gasps when he feels the rope brush against sensitive skin, letting out a heavy laugh, dying out halfway up his throat. Of course Spock would tease; of course he'd taunt him until he was a whimpering and begging mess on his knees, and of course Jim would enjoy it a little too much.
The longer Spock denies him, and the longer Jim himself asks and begs and keeps tempting him in all the ways he knows get to Spock the most, the better it will be when Spock finally gives in. Like each passing second he just gets closer to acting entirely irrationally, passionately, aggressively. The mere thought sends a jolt of pleasure down Jim's spine, pooling between his legs.
"You're so good to me, sir," Jim says that warmly, somehow managing to sound every bit like a brat, lips quirking a little as he curls his hands into fists, then relaxes them again, whimpering when that tempting hand leaves his aching cock again. "They're not tight enough. I want them tighter. Want you to do it so I can't move."
Or... well, not move as much. Either way he trusts Spock not to tie him in a harmful way, and he's all too familiar with Jim's safe words by now to know he has to stop if Jim gives that signal. Not that he expects to. They know each other too well by now.
"Are you gonna choke me with the rope?" He tries to sound even, but it's impossible to miss the way his breath hitches at the thought. His hips shift, and Jim rolls them back to press his ass against Spock's groin, rubbing himself against him. "Or are you gonna use your hands?"
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The longer Spock denies him, and the longer Jim himself asks and begs and keeps tempting him in all the ways he knows get to Spock the most, the better it will be when Spock finally gives in. Like each passing second he just gets closer to acting entirely irrationally, passionately, aggressively. The mere thought sends a jolt of pleasure down Jim's spine, pooling between his legs.
"You're so good to me, sir," Jim says that warmly, somehow managing to sound every bit like a brat, lips quirking a little as he curls his hands into fists, then relaxes them again, whimpering when that tempting hand leaves his aching cock again. "They're not tight enough. I want them tighter. Want you to do it so I can't move."
Or... well, not move as much. Either way he trusts Spock not to tie him in a harmful way, and he's all too familiar with Jim's safe words by now to know he has to stop if Jim gives that signal. Not that he expects to. They know each other too well by now.
"Are you gonna choke me with the rope?" He tries to sound even, but it's impossible to miss the way his breath hitches at the thought. His hips shift, and Jim rolls them back to press his ass against Spock's groin, rubbing himself against him. "Or are you gonna use your hands?"