Oh, almost unfair, really. Spock's whole spine goes molten, his stomach fluttering at this response. Jim's voice saying that word so perfectly. His soulmate in every way here before him, being completely incredible. Spock can't help but reach out, stroking his hands through the blonde hair. It seems almost wrong to hurt Jim for this. But he knows it's what he wants. And Spock wants to reward him, so there's no reason for him to deny Jim, now.
"Good," he purrs. And then, pushing Jim's face off his knee, he sits back in the chair and looks at him with hunger. "Take your shirt off," he demands. "Carefully. I want it to be folded on the table, over there. And then you can return to your knees and await the next command I give you."
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Oh, almost unfair, really. Spock's whole spine goes molten, his stomach fluttering at this response. Jim's voice saying that word so perfectly. His soulmate in every way here before him, being completely incredible. Spock can't help but reach out, stroking his hands through the blonde hair. It seems almost wrong to hurt Jim for this. But he knows it's what he wants. And Spock wants to reward him, so there's no reason for him to deny Jim, now.
"Good," he purrs. And then, pushing Jim's face off his knee, he sits back in the chair and looks at him with hunger. "Take your shirt off," he demands. "Carefully. I want it to be folded on the table, over there. And then you can return to your knees and await the next command I give you."