He was clearly participating in the madness of his own downfall.
"I wish to taste your skin. Want... I want to place my own mark upon you."
Spock's fingers flexed, curled under the stroking and his breath choked in his throat at the pull of the skin across his palm combined with the warm tingle where their fingers touched.
The soft touches, at odds with the vaccum pulling bruised welts into his flesh, wound him tighter and his panting took on a desperate quality. Not enough air, he was burning.
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Date: 2009-12-15 06:07 pm (UTC)"I wish to taste your skin. Want... I want to place my own mark upon you."
Spock's fingers flexed, curled under the stroking and his breath choked in his throat at the pull of the skin across his palm combined with the warm tingle where their fingers touched.
The soft touches, at odds with the vaccum pulling bruised welts into his flesh, wound him tighter and his panting took on a desperate quality. Not enough air, he was burning.