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“Spock, what are you wearing?”
Jim sat up in bed, supporting himself on his elbows and looking at his boyfriend, stunned at the sight Spock made gliding back into Jim's quarters through their adjoining bathroom. Spock paused and looked down, there was nothing amiss with his attire that he could see. He had retired to his room upon the conclusion of their joining in order to refresh himself and change into something intended for sleeping, meaning to avail himself of Jim's invitation to stay the night in his bed.
“Is there something wrong with what I am wearing, Jim?”
“Um…No? Not at all actually, it's really hot. It's just…I never thought…Spock, you're wearing a slip!”
Spock was dressed in an honest to god, cream colored silk slip. It shimmered as he moved and Jim swore he caught flashes of light blue or teal hidden in the fabric. The hem fell just below his thighs, those gorgeous legs that stretched for miles on full display. Spock's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion at Jim's exclamations.
“Is there some significance to this fact?”
Jim flopped back onto the pillows piled up behind him and laughed, raising his arms and making grabby hands at his perplexed lover. “Just get over here Spock, you're killing me standing there looking like a goddamn dream.”
Spock was baffled, making his way back towards the bed and into Jim's outstretched arms. He gave into sudden impulse and swung his leg over Jim's hips, straddling his lap and planting his hands on Jim’s bare chest when he surged up to meet him in a kiss. Jim was soft under the light sleep pants he had on, Spock resisted the urge to grind down against him, Jim's grip tightened as Spock wound his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, they both needed to catch their breath when they finally broke apart, one of the straps on Spock's slip had fallen past his shoulder, Spock noted Jim's pupils dilating when he saw it.
Jim groaned, burying his face in Spock's neck and mouthing kisses down to his collarbone, "Spock, you're actually going to be the death of me." Spock’s hands found their way into Jim's hair and he rocked gently against Jim's body.
“I am certain there is no threat of your sudden demise, however I am gratified you find my choice of sleepwear so exceedingly pleasing, your reaction was unexpected but not unwelcome.”
“Hmm,” Jim huffed a laugh and pulled back to look at Spock, drinking in the flushed cheeks and bright eyes, Spock looked happy. “Not my fault you come in here wearing something like this after we just got done fucking, Mister. I don't have a second round in me right now.”
Spock's lip twitched in the barest hint of amusement, he basked in the warmth of Jim's presence, leaning further into that beguiling heat and comfort.
“It wasn't my intention to seduce you further, I assure you.”
“Oh no? Where did you even get this?” Jim snagged the strap where it had fallen and carefully righted it, running his fingers lightly down Spock's shoulder, Spock's breath hitched and he shuddered.
“It is…Traditional Vulcan sleeping attire…Jim, please.”
Jim grinned wolfishly up at him as he continued, seeming determined to drive Spock mad with his touch. “Is that so? Well what we have here is an interesting piece of cultural overlap Mr. Spock, one which I am enjoying.”
“Ah-” Spock struggled to maintain his composure as Jim tilted his body so he was bent back over Jim's legs, strong arms supporting him, hands splayed across his back. “I am to assume this is a sexualized piece of clothing among humans?”
“More so in media than real life, but a lot of people think it's sexy, myself included. But it has less to do with the actual garment and more with the person wearing it for me. You're so beautiful Spock, I still can't believe I get to have this.” Spock had been pulling Jim closer as he spoke, melting into another kiss when he was finished. He was taken off guard when Jim suddenly flipped them, in one beat he went from straddling Jim to lying under the press of his entire body, he hooked one leg over Jim's ass and moaned as Jim continued, relentless in his efforts to give Spock pleasure, it felt like worship.
“You know. I was thinking.” Jim spoke between trailing kisses down Spock's neck to his chest, stopping and looking up with no small degree of satisfaction when Spock whined and bucked against him.
“What?" Spock huffed, frustrated at the loss of such exquisite sensation.
“I was thinking,” Jim began again, rubbing slow circles with his thumbs over Spock's hips where he had them held in both hands, the silk smooth and sinfully luxurious. “Just because I can't come again doesn't mean you shouldn't.” Spock's eyes widened as a new wave of arousal nearly overpowered him, he drew his legs up and parted them on either side of Jim.
“Is that a yes Spock? I need to hear it.”
Spock nodded. "Yes Jim."
Jim’s smile lit up the room and he kissed Spock one more time. “Love you.” He whispered, sliding back down and planting himself between Spock's legs, he bunched the loose fabric in his fists and pushed it up to Spock's stomach. “I knew it,” Jim looked up and saw the feigned innocence in Spock's expression. “Not trying to seduce me my ass, you're telling me you just forgot the fact that you're not wearing any underwear? Or is this another nighttime habit I wasn't aware of.”
“I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Jim.”
“Oh of course not, I must be imagining things.” Jim winked at him before lowering his head and setting to his task. In the end he coaxed two more orgasms out of Spock before he gasped and started to pull away from overstimulation. Jim gently brought Spock's legs back together and supported him as he turned on his side, still slightly out of breath. He pulled the covers over them both and stretched out next to him, chuckling when he was enveloped in an iron grip and pulled flush against Spock's chest, Spock tended to be clingy after sex, a fact that had endeared him to Jim from the start.
“Good?” Jim's usual inquiry was met with a gentle rumbling deep in Spock's chest, if he didn't know better he would've sworn the Vulcan was laughing.
“Indeed.”
“Well, if I've reduced you to one word responses I'd say I performed quite adequately, in fact-” Jim was cut off when Spock swiped a hand playfully down his face, Jim sputtered in mock indignation.
“Cease speaking, I require sleep.”
Jim smiled and cuddled closer. “Of course Mr. Spock,” the playful mood settled into something more tender and Jim found himself matching Spock's breathing as they drifted off. “I really do love you.” He whispered just before falling asleep, the last thing he heard was Spock's soft reply.
“And I you.”