[His breathing is ragged when he sinks back down, blunt nails digging into either of Spock's shoulders as he tries to get used to this new position and brace himself for whatever Spock has prepared for him.
Some of the air is knocked out of Jim's lungs at how tightly Spock is holding on. He lays his forehead down to Spock's shoulder, letting all of the sensations overwhelm him, physical and mental. He doesn't easily let go of control with other people, but it's easy to do with Spock as he relaxes into the hold.
His breath hitches when Spock begins to move again, that extra inch or so pulling out words of encouragement for Spock to continue moving, a little more, deeper--Jim is starting to unravel in Spock's hands.]
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Some of the air is knocked out of Jim's lungs at how tightly Spock is holding on. He lays his forehead down to Spock's shoulder, letting all of the sensations overwhelm him, physical and mental. He doesn't easily let go of control with other people, but it's easy to do with Spock as he relaxes into the hold.
His breath hitches when Spock begins to move again, that extra inch or so pulling out words of encouragement for Spock to continue moving, a little more, deeper--Jim is starting to unravel in Spock's hands.]