[He cries out when Spock suddenly thrusts into him, a little bit of pain to accompany it but nothing unpleasant--he knows how to prepare himself well.
He grips tightly at the comforter as he attempts to rock his hips at the same brutal pace Spock had set, matching his rhythm. All traces of his impatience and mild frustration are gone with the waves of pure bliss emanating and obliterating all conscious thought.
He's so close to that edge though, not taking long from being worked up physically and mentally. And there's an aching sense of incompleteness along the bond and yet there's still sparks starting to fly from his end, he's right on the edge--]
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He grips tightly at the comforter as he attempts to rock his hips at the same brutal pace Spock had set, matching his rhythm. All traces of his impatience and mild frustration are gone with the waves of pure bliss emanating and obliterating all conscious thought.
He's so close to that edge though, not taking long from being worked up physically and mentally. And there's an aching sense of incompleteness along the bond and yet there's still sparks starting to fly from his end, he's right on the edge--]