"Going to complain now?" Jim purred the words, even as he throbbed against Spock's abdomen. He didn't even bother to hide how turned on he was. He was sitting in his chair, with Spock twisting and horny and needing over his lap, ass bright emerald and hard as stone.

"Well?" He bent down, breathing by Spock's ear, "Are you? Or can we move on?"