Spock watched him, standing still and patient and enthralled. His hands grasped the edge of his shirts and removed the top half of his uniform without breaking eye contact with Leonard more than necessary. And then--more out of habit, but also to introduce the possibility of confusing him, making him impatient--he folded the shirts, a neat little square of fabric at the edge of the biobed.

Then he darted forward, all Vulcan speed and agility. Spock grabbed his hips and pushed him back against the nearest bio bed while he kissed him hard, rough, wanting. Do not provide me such a chance, Leonard.