[ He could feel it, an odd duality, sensations layered atop his own.
It was... weird, but in a good way? Hard to tell. It was him and not him,
and on some level he knew it was Spock. He groaned, baring his neck to
Spock, fingers slipping down beneath the collar of his shirt to stroke the
back muscles of the alien, nails digging into his skin ever so lightly to
create that bit of friction. ]
Damn it, Spock... we... we can't...
[ His protests sounded weak, even to his own ears. ]
Re: 14th-Evening
[ He could feel it, an odd duality, sensations layered atop his own. It was... weird, but in a good way? Hard to tell. It was him and not him, and on some level he knew it was Spock. He groaned, baring his neck to Spock, fingers slipping down beneath the collar of his shirt to stroke the back muscles of the alien, nails digging into his skin ever so lightly to create that bit of friction. ]
Damn it, Spock... we... we can't...
[ His protests sounded weak, even to his own ears. ]