"Spock." His head turned towards the bathroom, his right eyebrow raised slightly at the husky tone of his lover's voice. He was not expecting the sight that greeted him when Jim stepped towards him and turned. This gave Spock a gorgeous view of the Captain's ass held in tight fitting jeans. As if to taunt him, that beautiful sight wiggled suggestively.
"Jim!" His lover merely turned and smirked. No matter how much he loved seeing his bond mate like this, the tempting always got under his skin.
He always tried so hard to keep control. Over his emotions, and his body. However, when Jim pulled a stunt like this, that control usually went to hide in a corner.
"Don't tell me I don't look good, Spock. I'd be on me in a heartbeat." Jim winked at him and he felt his fingers draw blood from his palms.
Oh yes, he looked spectacular. And the goddamn tease knew exactly what kind of effect it was having on him. He wanted to take Jim into his hands and show him just how quickly he could shatter the human's ability to remember his name.
He swallowed the thick saliva in his mouth, and beckoned Jim with a finger. He smirked deviously when the unsuspecting human was suddenly thrown onto the bed with a very, very troubled Vulcan hovering over him. He looked at Jim's face and frowned.
"No, no. That's no good." He grabbed Jim's hips and turned him onto his stomach in an instant, growling when he tried to get up. He pinned him to the bed, his gaze dropping instantly to the part of his body that interested Spock the most at the moment. "Much better." He noticed just how tight the pants truly were and grinned. He would enjoy this.
"Why don't we see how much you like these pants when you're begging me to rip them off?" He said this in a low timbre, his breath washing over the back of Jim's exposed neck. He loved the shiver he received, and dove instantly to take the skin between his lips.