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There was something ethereal about seeing Jim sprawled upon their bed, bare chest pressed into the wrinkled covers as he examined an article on his PADD. Lips slack and eyes slanted as Spock approached from behind, sinking down into the mattress next to his love as his fingers trailed a familiar path along his back.
The freckles that adorned his body popped against the tan of Jim’s skin, a whole new experience every time Spock gazed upon it. An uncharted star system on the expanse of Jim’s back, begging to be touched and experienced and explored.
Jim chuckled beneath him, unspoken words hanging in the air between them as Spock’s fingers kissed the smooth skin before him. “I’m a little ticklish, Spock.” Jim spoke, the unseen smile on his face as he closed his eyes. The skin burning hot beneath the soft caress of fingers, not unlike the plak tow.
And Spoke did the only logical thing, he allowed his hand to drop. His body leaning down as bare flesh brushed against each other and Spock’s lips made contact with his neck and oh. Jim could get used to that. Spock continued, lips ghosting over skin as Jim set the PADD aside for more favorable activities. Spock’s hand came forward, softly caressing Jim’s cheek and down his throat as his lips continued to explore the galaxy that made its home on Jim’s back.
“ Ashya .” Spock whispered, the words washing over Jim like gentle waves against the beach. His lips now dipping lower and lower as Jim’s eyes closed and he relaxed into Spock’s gentle touch.