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Spock’s sheath had that sweaty smell, magnified ten-fold, even headier when he’d been exerting himself or after hours and hours of sex. McCoy loved the way that smell clung to his sheets afterwards, the way that smell lingered on Spock’s sleep clothes. It was true that he could get an erection from the smell of Spock’s sheath alone, but McCoy didn’t see anything strange about that. Of course he’d get hard at the anticipation of eating Spock out, thinking about all the noises he’d pull out of Spock as he lapped at his cunt, the feeling of Spock twitching against his tongue. He liked how Spock tasted; what was so wrong with liking how he smelled, too?
Spock was still watching him, waiting.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” McCoy huffed, pulling away from Spock and planting his feet on the ground before he pushed himself up off the bed. “You’re my partner. Of course I like how you smell.”
McCoy has a scent kink; Spock helps him indulge in it.