Spock was not modest. Shame for ones body was illogical. He enjoyed his mate's form and knew very well that Christopher enjoyed his. But for the moment, at least, he left his clothes where they were, rumpled by his slow strokes, constricting his movements in a pleasant way.
I did enjoy marking you.
He is still full of that fierce satisfaction, can still smell his own scent on Christopher's skin. And the bruise on his mate's neck pleases him most of all - humans had such a weak sense of smell but even they would see and know.
Your distaste makes it even sweeter.
It is similar to his own bending but flavored uniquely, with a tang of discomfort every time.
But it is sweetest to give in to you, to make that choice.
His voice is less calm now and a slow, delicious writhing shudder moves him for a moment, displayed for Christopher to see.
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Date: 2009-10-08 03:14 pm (UTC)I did enjoy marking you.
He is still full of that fierce satisfaction, can still smell his own scent on Christopher's skin. And the bruise on his mate's neck pleases him most of all - humans had such a weak sense of smell but even they would see and know.
Your distaste makes it even sweeter.
It is similar to his own bending but flavored uniquely, with a tang of discomfort every time.
But it is sweetest to give in to you, to make that choice.
His voice is less calm now and a slow, delicious writhing shudder moves him for a moment, displayed for Christopher to see.