[Jim's breathing is ragged as he allows himself to adjust to Spock inside of him. He's so hard he nearly ached--he wants to start moving but even he knows that would be a mistake. So he waits. Impatiently.
When Spock finally moves, there's a sharp inhale as pleasure mixes with pain. Jim refocuses when he feels Spock's hands at his knees and what that implies. But then how were they supposed to...? Shit, Spock must actually be that strong. His hips twitch in response to the realization, wanting to get going already. He unsteadily wraps his arms around Spock's shoulders, then carefully raises himself (but not off) to give himself room to swing his legs around, wrapping them around Spock's waist and completely allowing himself to be in Spock's hands--literally and figuratively.]
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When Spock finally moves, there's a sharp inhale as pleasure mixes with pain. Jim refocuses when he feels Spock's hands at his knees and what that implies. But then how were they supposed to...? Shit, Spock must actually be that strong. His hips twitch in response to the realization, wanting to get going already. He unsteadily wraps his arms around Spock's shoulders, then carefully raises himself (but not off) to give himself room to swing his legs around, wrapping them around Spock's waist and completely allowing himself to be in Spock's hands--literally and figuratively.]