A sharp inhale and the slightest arch of his back, that's all he'd give him. Every thought he force-fed Spock got repaid fivefold in intensity, all wrapped up in a searing anger, so purely Vulcan in flavour. Spock was familiar with each one. They were undeniably his own, and it was threatening to consume him. The cock was aching hard in his grip, but Spock refused to thrust into his hand, refused to take advantage of the friction of the leather.
"Is this...obedience, sir?" Spoken in a low tone, just for the Captain, but still taunting him with his calm, if interrupted, tone.
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Re: [In the mind meld]
Date: 2009-07-25 07:54 pm (UTC)"Is this...obedience, sir?" Spoken in a low tone, just for the Captain, but still taunting him with his calm, if interrupted, tone.