[ The sounds are felt as much as heard, rolling down his spine until his cock throbs with it, making him rock thoughtlessly against the mattress and furthering the pressure behind the rhythm of his mouth. With the second coming of his name, Spock lowers his head more, breath washing almost too hot over the back of the other man's scrotum, where the Vulcan nuzzles and breathes in the musk that wholly belongs to the other man. He licks the tender skin, pulls one of those stones between his lips to suck with soft suction that peaks into something sharp and aching before he lets it go.
He hears the request, in the instability of Bones' limbs, in his nerve endings, the way he pushes himself mindlessly back into everything Spock is giving him. I want to hear it, is what his mouth returns, nipping torturously at the other's perineum before laving his way back up and into that clenching entrance.
This time, a finger from his free hand slips in before his tongue, pushing into the other with precision as his teeth and tongue continue working the rim . That finger finds the distinct knot of the doctor's prostate without even trying and begins to mercilessly rub at him, as if it's something desperately in need of a good scratch. Temporarily unwrapping his hand from the other's cock Spock sits up and half pulls the older man into his lap with his face still buried, effectively removing the leverage Bones may have had in his legs and forcing the man's weight into his arms ( and probably sending blood rushing toward his head ). After the adjustment, he's right back to working his cock alongside every other assault. He's put Bones on a timer, and he's confident that soon enough, his time will run out.
Ask me, he curls his sharp tongue into the other man, beg me to give you release on your terms, and I'll consider it. ]
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He hears the request, in the instability of Bones' limbs, in his nerve endings, the way he pushes himself mindlessly back into everything Spock is giving him. I want to hear it, is what his mouth returns, nipping torturously at the other's perineum before laving his way back up and into that clenching entrance.
This time, a finger from his free hand slips in before his tongue, pushing into the other with precision as his teeth and tongue continue working the rim . That finger finds the distinct knot of the doctor's prostate without even trying and begins to mercilessly rub at him, as if it's something desperately in need of a good scratch. Temporarily unwrapping his hand from the other's cock Spock sits up and half pulls the older man into his lap with his face still buried, effectively removing the leverage Bones may have had in his legs and forcing the man's weight into his arms ( and probably sending blood rushing toward his head ). After the adjustment, he's right back to working his cock alongside every other assault. He's put Bones on a timer, and he's confident that soon enough, his time will run out.
Ask me, he curls his sharp tongue into the other man, beg me to give you release on your terms, and I'll consider it. ]