Date: 2009-12-04 10:03 pm (UTC)
The first time he had been summoned to Pike's quarters, had been subjected to this casual touching, Spock had flinched away from it and shifted to lessen the proximity of their bodies.

He had controlled the blatant response on his second summons. Pike had pushed him further, seemingly idle gestures of fingers prodding at Spock's flesh. Spock suspected Pike never did anything idlely, never without thought.

Now he struggled for an entirely different reason, even more compelling than his initial distaste. Pleasure was a drug, and Spock felt the desire for those hands move through him - the words to ask for more of the touching were half-formed in his mind already. Spock ruthlessly suppressed them.

But he moved to the bed - his inner turmoil expressed itself in a greater economy of motion on his part. He had been still, then he moved, then he was still again. he would take what Pike offered. To ask for more would be a weakness - though perhaps the wanting was actually the greater weakness.

Spock laid himself face down, the long line of his back pale and almost entirely unmarked.
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