“I know already,” he said, “you can't touch yourself.”
Jim turned Spock's head all the way and kissed him in this awkward position. Then, he looked at Spock with his shiny hazel eyes and smirked.
“But that's just fine, you pretty thing, because this is for me, not you. Isn't that what you said?”
Spock raised his eyebrow.
“Mhm-mm. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you're in pon farr right now.”
“...affirmative.”
“Well then, no problem. I definitely don't need any more stimulation,” said Jim, settling back behind him, “Which means I'll be done with you and just...ahh, leave you to cool off for a while. Isn't that logical?”
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