[ He shudders as the cord connecting their mind practically starts to sing along his thoughts and nerves, ramping them up to even higher degrees of intensity, feeding back along the feedback directly to Jim.
But even now, Spock plans ahead. He leans forward at Jim's blatant challenge/invitation, one hand pressing on the bed by his hip, but he doesn't reach up to him. Instead, his free hand reaches down, tugging off Jim's shoes and letting them fall off the side. But he doesn't leave Jim waiting entirely as he practices practicality.
He shifts down from his hand to his elbow, to press his face against Jim's torso, his cheek resting and breath stirring against Jim's stomach. When one shoe is off and he's reaching for the other, he places a sucking kiss just above the waistline of Jim's pants. ]
[His shoes were the last thing he had been concerned about but count on Spock being practical about it. He'd have kicked them off eventually. Maybe.
But then he sucks in a breath and fights the urge to let his head fall back at the contact, instead wanting to watch everything Spock is doing because...well he's still not quite sure he believes this. Not to mention his skin is on absolute fire wherever Spock touches, the link amplifying that and the lust that's quickly building...but underneath all that, nearest the cord itself is a glow of intense affection and trust.
He reaches down with one hand to thread fingers through that dark hair,]
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[ He looks up at the plea, turning his head to look at him, Jim's hand in his hair mussing it up beautifully, just long enough to give Jim a good grip on it. Finished with his shoes, Spock's hand comes to rest where his mouth was, cool fingers spread out across his stomach, pressing his palm there. ]
Jim? [ His voice is low, tone raw and matching the ache in their link. ]
[There's another shiver at that contact, again both from the touch itself and the coolness of Spock's skin on his own, but also due to seeing Spock's usually precise hair in such disarray by his own hand...damn. It was a first step to seeing Spock come undone, the ache matching nicely with that image.]
If you don't meld with me or hurry the hell up in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to jump you.
[The words are light but they're said with a neediness that's making it hard to think coherently. Besides, it was absolutely no secret by now just how turned on Jim was.]
[ The curve of his lips is undeniably a smirk, the hum along their link taking on a teasing edge. He curls his fingers too, hooking them in against his stomach, nails scratching faintly against his skin. ]
[His muscles reflexively contract against the nails, another stutter of breath as he gasps against that.]
I swear to god I'm giving you a full lesson on human sex slang, euphemisms, and idioms so you can't play that game with me after this.
[That teasing though...Jim liked that, oh yes but damned if he wasn't a bit frustrated too just by the delay. Spock was enjoying this, that smirk clear as day to him. Excuse him while he tightens his grip slightly on Spock's hair.]
In this context: throw you onto my bed and fuck you.
That would be, [ he says still in the low tone, caressing along their shared cord as his hand starts to caress down his stomach as well, ] more than agreeable.
[ Their link broadens even more with the greater contact, that hint of lust apparent now. There's also hint of possessiveness also rising along with the lust, small strands of darkened color within the cord. Sensing more of Jim and more of his curiosity and openness emboldens Spock even more.
He reopens his eyes as he pushes his fingers deeper into Jim's mouth, pushing past Jim's lip up to the next knuckle. With that small movement is an unmistakable image Spock imagines for Jim, conjuring it to Jim to witness and comply: the sucking of Spock's fingers, and to do it as enthusiastically as he's been doing everything up to now. ]
[Oh. What else can Jim do but obey? There's a veritable purr across the cord and a physical shiver at Spock's boldness, a part of him pulling at that, wanting to feel more of it and the possessiveness.
Jim grinds his hips down forward as he moves his hand to Spock's hip, blunt nails biting into skin. He sucks gently on those fingers, tongue still working on them as well. He looks up to watch Spock's reactions through half-lidded eyes.]
[ When Jim grinds, he'll be able to undeniably feel Spock's interest pressing back against his own, the movement causing his hips to twitch back against him. His composure cracks slightly too, that combined with the increasing sensation from his fingers makes him shudder. He becomes more flushed, the green spreading to his face now, and he parts his lips slightly, breathing more deeply through his nose and mouth. Spock meets Jim's eyes again now that they've reopened, his look almost challenging as he presses his fingers even deeper into his mouth. ]
[If he gets this view from doing what Spock "suggests", he'll gladly continue on. Jim sucks a little harder and bobs his head slightly to take in more of his fingers, lips dragging along them, actively fighting down thoughts of other things related to this. No, he'd let Spock tell him what to do. That sends a little electric jolt across the cord and his breath hitches when he feels Spock press back up into him.]
[ Spock's breath hitches ever so lightly at the jolt as well, his finger twitching against Jim's tongue. Would you follow what you were told to do? Another thrill along the cord when he continues, What you were commanded to do? ]
[Jim's usual physical responses seem to only be enhanced by the amount of emotion between them. There's a sharp inhale through his nose when he feels the grip in his hair and the scrape of nails. He almost reflexively grinds his hips against Spock's, splaying his hand against Spock's back to pull him down for added friction.]
[ Spock gives a faint moan, barely perceptible, heard more through the link than out loud, and indulges in the grinding motion for several moments.
Then, seemingly suddenly, he pulls back, kneeling above Jim. He'd have to raise his hips off the bed if he wanted to continue the friction. Once they're separated, Spock pulls back from the kiss as well, though his hand remains in Jim's hair. Their faces only inches apart, Jim will be able to feel Spock's quickened breath against his own mouth. ]
[Jim looks up at Spock, confused. Had he done something wrong? His hand that was on Spock's back is now at his hip. He sounds out of breath when he speaks--his heart is pounding and he's breathless from the kiss.]
[ He locks on to Jim's eyes, his own unwavering. There's a sense of resolution in in their link, Spock having come to some decision. When he speaks, he does so through the more intimate means of speaking directly to Jim's mind. ]
[He looks back up into Spock's eyes and blinks at the sudden change, feeling that resolution across their link. He's surprised at the telepathic speaking so suddenly, but that doesn't alter his answer, despite not knowing what Spock was building up to. He's quick to reply:]
[ A swelling of that warmth at the quick answer, his gaze softening as he holds Jim's eyes. He sits up even higher, straddling Jim's hips. He mentally tugs at Jim's mind, encouraging him to sit up as well. ]
[ On a mischievous whim, one that Spock continues to indulge in, he steps in close to Jim just as he turns back from closing the door.
He presses Jim into it, somewhat slowly so he doesn't cause the door to bang against its frame. It echoes his actions from his office earlier that day, their bodies flush against each other with Jim trapped between Spock and an inescapably hard object. He lets their bond open wider as well, letting a small feedback loop begin as he kisses Jim again. ]
[A shockwave of desire shoots through him when his back makes contact with the door--he hadn't been expecting it but he certainly wasn't complaining. A small sound of approval escapes him when the link is opened up and he runs his hands up Spock's arms and shoulders to settle his own arms lazily around Spock's neck, kissing back more eagerly now as a coil of heat is stoked in his belly. Jim's thrill in Spock's assertiveness is certainly not a secret.]
[ Not a secret at all, and it always prompts a faint trace of amusement in Spock, filtering easily over the link now. Spock settles his own hands on Jim's waist, using his inherent telepathy as well as the bond to know how much pressure to apply there, feeling out for Jim's response to it to apply just the right amount to hint at pain while still being pleasurable. ]
[Jim has had his own amusement reflected back at him so often that he recognizes Spock's right away. Instead of defending himself about it, he projects back his enjoyment of the slight pain, of the power he knows Spock has physically over him.
His hands slide to the sides of Spock's neck, thumbs resting under the angles of his jaw. The ebb and flow of the emotions that cross between them over their bond is something Jim hadn't realized how much he'd miss until it was gone. That ache is a lot stronger now than it had been earlier in his office.]
[ Jim's ache with is answered with his own, echoing back and burning brighter for it. He indulges still more with Jim's enjoyment of his strength - his hands slide down from Jim's waist, down his thighs and low enough to wrap his hands underneath. He lifts Jim easily, using the door to steady his ascent until he can wrap Jim's legs around his own waist. ]
[The movement surprises him into breaking the kiss for a second. When he realizes the ease with which Spock lifts him up, pressing him up against the door, Spock may notice that his pupils dilate a bit more. Jim ducks in for a bruising kiss, that friction causing his hips to twitch. There's a groan from deep in his throat as his legs wrap tighter to pull Spock in as close as possible.]
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[ He shudders as the cord connecting their mind practically starts to sing along his thoughts and nerves, ramping them up to even higher degrees of intensity, feeding back along the feedback directly to Jim.
But even now, Spock plans ahead. He leans forward at Jim's blatant challenge/invitation, one hand pressing on the bed by his hip, but he doesn't reach up to him. Instead, his free hand reaches down, tugging off Jim's shoes and letting them fall off the side. But he doesn't leave Jim waiting entirely as he practices practicality.
He shifts down from his hand to his elbow, to press his face against Jim's torso, his cheek resting and breath stirring against Jim's stomach. When one shoe is off and he's reaching for the other, he places a sucking kiss just above the waistline of Jim's pants. ]
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But then he sucks in a breath and fights the urge to let his head fall back at the contact, instead wanting to watch everything Spock is doing because...well he's still not quite sure he believes this. Not to mention his skin is on absolute fire wherever Spock touches, the link amplifying that and the lust that's quickly building...but underneath all that, nearest the cord itself is a glow of intense affection and trust.
He reaches down with one hand to thread fingers through that dark hair,]
Spock[,through gritted teeth, a shameless plea flitting around his hazy mind.]
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Jim? [ His voice is low, tone raw and matching the ache in their link. ]
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If you don't meld with me or hurry the hell up in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to jump you.
[The words are light but they're said with a neediness that's making it hard to think coherently. Besides, it was absolutely no secret by now just how turned on Jim was.]
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[ The curve of his lips is undeniably a smirk, the hum along their link taking on a teasing edge. He curls his fingers too, hooking them in against his stomach, nails scratching faintly against his skin. ]
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I swear to god I'm giving you a full lesson on human sex slang, euphemisms, and idioms so you can't play that game with me after this.
[That teasing though...Jim liked that, oh yes but damned if he wasn't a bit frustrated too just by the delay. Spock was enjoying this, that smirk clear as day to him. Excuse him while he tightens his grip slightly on Spock's hair.]
In this context: throw you onto my bed and fuck you.
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[ Their link broadens even more with the greater contact, that hint of lust apparent now. There's also hint of possessiveness also rising along with the lust, small strands of darkened color within the cord. Sensing more of Jim and more of his curiosity and openness emboldens Spock even more.
He reopens his eyes as he pushes his fingers deeper into Jim's mouth, pushing past Jim's lip up to the next knuckle. With that small movement is an unmistakable image Spock imagines for Jim, conjuring it to Jim to witness and comply: the sucking of Spock's fingers, and to do it as enthusiastically as he's been doing everything up to now. ]
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Jim grinds his hips down forward as he moves his hand to Spock's hip, blunt nails biting into skin. He sucks gently on those fingers, tongue still working on them as well. He looks up to watch Spock's reactions through half-lidded eyes.]
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He pulls back from the fingers with more suction and the light scrape of teeth.
--we'll see what happens. There's that cocksure attitude to meet Spock's challenging look from earlier, a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.]
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[Jim's usual physical responses seem to only be enhanced by the amount of emotion between them. There's a sharp inhale through his nose when he feels the grip in his hair and the scrape of nails. He almost reflexively grinds his hips against Spock's, splaying his hand against Spock's back to pull him down for added friction.]
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Then, seemingly suddenly, he pulls back, kneeling above Jim. He'd have to raise his hips off the bed if he wanted to continue the friction. Once they're separated, Spock pulls back from the kiss as well, though his hand remains in Jim's hair. Their faces only inches apart, Jim will be able to feel Spock's quickened breath against his own mouth. ]
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Spock, what--?
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Do you trust me in this, Jim?
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Always.
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[ On a mischievous whim, one that Spock continues to indulge in, he steps in close to Jim just as he turns back from closing the door.
He presses Jim into it, somewhat slowly so he doesn't cause the door to bang against its frame. It echoes his actions from his office earlier that day, their bodies flush against each other with Jim trapped between Spock and an inescapably hard object. He lets their bond open wider as well, letting a small feedback loop begin as he kisses Jim again. ]
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His hands slide to the sides of Spock's neck, thumbs resting under the angles of his jaw. The ebb and flow of the emotions that cross between them over their bond is something Jim hadn't realized how much he'd miss until it was gone. That ache is a lot stronger now than it had been earlier in his office.]
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