"Perhaps...!" His voice died off into a moan, arching, trying to push into Jim's hand. His hands clenched and unclenched, and he squirmed, trying to get the optimal grip and friction. Relief? Yes. Getting worse since he wanted more and he felt too hot and unsatisfied? Of course. "Jim." Please.
Re: Kirk/Spock -
Date: 2010-02-20 01:17 am (UTC)