The rope between his fingers became an instrument. He played it, playing their bodies, gasping as his own body reacted to every motion. It was strange, as if the motion of stroking his own cock had every bit of its effect on his mate as well.
He could not more look away from Spock's movements then he could have stopped breathing, yet his fingers continued. Quick strokes, slow caresses, a firm grip, testing and playing with pressure, speed, and motion to see what garnered the most reaction from them both.
Let me hear you cry out. Don't hold anything back.
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Date: 2009-10-08 03:46 pm (UTC)He could not more look away from Spock's movements then he could have stopped breathing, yet his fingers continued. Quick strokes, slow caresses, a firm grip, testing and playing with pressure, speed, and motion to see what garnered the most reaction from them both.
Let me hear you cry out. Don't hold anything back.