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Jim's eyes roll back in their sockets, a shiver making his whole body shudder beneath Spock's. His hips shift in an attempt to meet Spock's strokes, arms tense as he tugs at the ropes hard, knowing full well he won't undo them or yank himself free. Just as he likes it.

Spock's words only fuel his arousal, and the only reason he doesn't moan in mindless pleasure is because the tight hand around his neck prevents him from doing just that. He licks at his lips and tries to swallow dryly, Adam's apple shifting with incredible difficulty against Spock's palm. Seconds pass and he feels his head lighter still, and his heart beats fast only out of exhilaration, not fear or worry. He trusts Spock completely, after all, and knows he'll stop long before any of this actually becomes dangerous for him.

When that hand pulls away so suddenly, Jim gasps for air, the single sharp inhale making his head spin and his vision turn white for a moment. His eyes focus on Spock again soon after, pupils blown wide as he watches him move down and quickly take his cock into his mouth in a single suck that doesn't offer nearly as much relief as it does immense frustration.

"Hot... it's so hot," he pants breathlessly, chest heaving a little. "My heart's racing, I can't— can't think straight. Fuck, I'm so... dizzy. Need more, Spock. More pleasure, more... more pain. I want... want you."

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Spock is only too happy to indulge. He bends his head and kisses Jim's inner thigh before giving it a hard bite. Hard enough that it will leave a mark but not nearly hard enough to break the skin. Not yet, anyways. Spock's other hand reaches up, adjusting the rope so that it bites into Jim's skin a little more. Even without motion it should offer a good chaffing, now.

Spock trails his fingertips around Jim's throat, teasing him with the promise of more. "You remind me of the day, on the bridge. You have the same look in your eyes now as you did then. Dazed," he clarifies, stroking Jim's cock once from root to tip and then back down once more. Gripping it tight after that to let Jim feel the pulse of blood. His other hand grips his throat once more, just tight enough for his inhales to go shallow, and then releases it with soft caresses once more.

"If you desire more, you will request it properly, Jim."

[winscenario]

Jim's legs spread wider apart as Spock bites down on the inside of his thigh, gasping breathlessly at the flicker of pain, and the knowledge that Spock's teeth will definitely leave a mark behind. Just how he likes it.

He doesn't like the teasing touches quite as much, though, not when they're so few and stop so soon after. Jim doesn't even get to roll his hips up towards those strokes before Spock stops again, hand tight around the base of his cock, but the whine's literally choked out of him when he wraps his other hand around Jim's throat. Again, too brief and gone too quickly.

Breathing out, he lets out a frustrated moan, letting his head fall back for a moment. He takes a deep breath and licks his own lips, gaze as steady and calm as he can manage when he looks back to Spock again. "Please... give me more, please." Pain, pleasure, at this point Jim couldn't care less what Spock goes with. So long as he gives him something, anything at all to make him feel good and drive away the intense frustration that's piled on. "Please, sir... t'hy'la..."