God, hearing even a little groan form the Vulcan does wonderfully sinful things to him, and definitely encourages him on to hopefully eliciting even more sounds. But really, talking isn't all that necessary, right? Jim grins against Spock's lips, pulling away only briefly to cup his hands gently about those pointy ears, then arch his brow at him.

"Fine, its not completely boring, I'll give it that," he gives in. "But this is a hell of a lot less boring, Spock - especially because someone could walk in. That's half the fun, wouldn't you say?"

Oh yes, he decides that he definitely needed this, as strong, familiar hands pull him closer, and there's no stopping the slightly muffled groan from escaping his own lips. Enough talk. He slips his tongue into Spock's mouth to explore further, effectively deepening the kiss, while his hips begin the inevitable rocking motion against his lover's. There's too much clothing and not nearly enough friction, of course, and that can only be tolerated for so long.