Spock wouldn't actually say that it was too much, to have them all touching him simultaneously with their minds wide open and so honest. But his thoughts stuttered as he felt Leonard's finger, again as Nyota's tongue touched his hand, threatened to elope with his reason and desert him entirely as Jim demanded his attention through this haze of touch and sensation.
He looked down at Leonard, but didn't refuse him. Spock wanted to feel the warm velvet of that mind again, and if he had to indulge in something than his usual activities, why not? (His desire had consumed his reason completely).
love, Nyota's touch spread a tingling warmth out over his skin. Encouragement, stirring confidence in him to glance at Jim with his request. He was going to ensure Nyota enjoyed this; what he could not give her as a Vulcan, he would deliver through other pathways, newly available.
His thoughts focused on Jim's hand. Experience, skill that rivaled Leonard, but most of all power, command. Wouldn't it be exhilarating, if he could feel that straight from Jim's fingertips, palming his skin, making him feel the extremes of pleasure (and pain?), just like he pushed and pulled as a captain (and friend?).
Please her, Jim. You are more than capable. The first priority. Then, I want you. Demonstrate... A hitch of breath, yet another pause to his thoughts, as he felt Leonard's finger slide deeper. ...what you were willing to do in the turbolift.
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He looked down at Leonard, but didn't refuse him. Spock wanted to feel the warm velvet of that mind again, and if he had to indulge in something than his usual activities, why not? (His desire had consumed his reason completely).
love, Nyota's touch spread a tingling warmth out over his skin. Encouragement, stirring confidence in him to glance at Jim with his request. He was going to ensure Nyota enjoyed this; what he could not give her as a Vulcan, he would deliver through other pathways, newly available.
His thoughts focused on Jim's hand. Experience, skill that rivaled Leonard, but most of all power, command. Wouldn't it be exhilarating, if he could feel that straight from Jim's fingertips, palming his skin, making him feel the extremes of pleasure (and pain?), just like he pushed and pulled as a captain (and friend?).
Please her, Jim. You are more than capable. The first priority. Then, I want you. Demonstrate... A hitch of breath, yet another pause to his thoughts, as he felt Leonard's finger slide deeper. ...what you were willing to do in the turbolift.