The five minutes passed, but not idly. His hands were a constant, roving pleasure across Spock's skin. He made sure to touch where it would be considered the most sensitive, places such as around the base of each glass ball where it drew on the skin, the backs of the knee, the curve of the buttocks, the prominent bone of the back of the ankle. It would all serve to reduce the Vulcan to a shivering, whimpering mess spread across his bed.
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Date: 2009-12-09 05:27 pm (UTC)