"Then I won't do anything until you decide." Pike moved to sit back on the bed, leaning on an elbow calmly as he watched Spock. His other hand drifted to his trousers and released the fly, allowing him to pull himself free of the confining fabric. Each stroke was lazy in its movements, eyes locked on Spock's shuddering body.
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Date: 2009-12-15 02:43 pm (UTC)