Spock kept his grip with Nyota, but his free hand wandered, caught Leonard's wrist after the shirt dropped and slowly slide up to his shoulder, feeling the faint crackle of nerves under his fingertips.
Skilled hands--surgeon's hands--touching and undressing him had been the cornerstone for many of his fantasies as a younger man ever since he had bothered to explore human culture. So it was equally overwhelming that this was happening: Leonard kissing him, first with that bright flash of human passion and the something a little gentler. The minor tension along Spock's shoulder was only partly due to the thrilling sense of accomplishment (that he kept to himself). While there was the relative warmth under his hands, the room was still cooler than he was used to in a half-dressed state. To ease the difference, Spock pressed up against Leonard, matching his torso inch for inch, and breaking the kiss so he could kiss his neck again and maximize their skin contact.
"Your quarters," Murmured with his lips brushing Leonard's skin, so quiet that it might have been a mental thought after all. "require more heat."
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Date: 2009-11-09 12:24 am (UTC)Skilled hands--surgeon's hands--touching and undressing him had been the cornerstone for many of his fantasies as a younger man ever since he had bothered to explore human culture. So it was equally overwhelming that this was happening: Leonard kissing him, first with that bright flash of human passion and the something a little gentler. The minor tension along Spock's shoulder was only partly due to the thrilling sense of accomplishment (that he kept to himself). While there was the relative warmth under his hands, the room was still cooler than he was used to in a half-dressed state. To ease the difference, Spock pressed up against Leonard, matching his torso inch for inch, and breaking the kiss so he could kiss his neck again and maximize their skin contact.
"Your quarters," Murmured with his lips brushing Leonard's skin, so quiet that it might have been a mental thought after all. "require more heat."