Bones watched as Spock sat, graceful as a cat, and more poised. He pushed his thumb into Spock's palm, small circles feeling the delicate metacarpal bones of his hand, an erotic zone for the Vulcans, an area Bones wanted to learn more about.
He knelt on the floor in front of Spock, between the slight spread of his legs. The tip of his tongue touched the pad of Spock's ring finger, Bones' eyes watching the other man's face carefully as his mouth pulled the finger into his mouth and suckled lightly as he took more and more of it into his mouth. He was still unsure what felt good, what was too much, and the prospect of learning about Spock, his desires, his needs - it was intoxicating a feeling as a shot of whiskey.
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Re: Spock/Bones
Date: 2010-02-22 12:32 am (UTC)He knelt on the floor in front of Spock, between the slight spread of his legs. The tip of his tongue touched the pad of Spock's ring finger, Bones' eyes watching the other man's face carefully as his mouth pulled the finger into his mouth and suckled lightly as he took more and more of it into his mouth. He was still unsure what felt good, what was too much, and the prospect of learning about Spock, his desires, his needs - it was intoxicating a feeling as a shot of whiskey.