MoM Continuations

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Approximately 1.7 hours—[ But whatever he was going to say after is cut off by a light frown, catching his wince and stillness. ] ... Jim?

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[Slowly, very slowly, Jim sits up fully. Unlike Spock, he's stark naked. The bruises are obvious against his skin. He rubs at his hips, the side that primarilt got held down by Spock. There's a faint grin. As much as it hurt, there's a small part of him that's practically gleeful about the marks--like being possessed.]

Nothing this human body can't handle.

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[ Spock's frown only intensifies as he sees the dark bruises. A flare of guilt rises up in their bond—it seems intense for such a small thing, "louder" than it's felt int the past. ]

You are in pain?

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[Well that's weird. His features soften a bit as he attempts to calm that guilt down a bit.]

It's not bad, seriously.

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[ It ebbs slightly at least tho still present. ]

My apologies. That was not my intent.

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[There's a brief pause before he comes forward for a chaste kiss that's full of affection. He's still feeling part of the emotional rollercoaster from last night.]

I know.

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[ Jim's acceptance more than the kiss is what makes the rest of that flare of guilt die down to mere background noise, not dire enough for attention anymore. Well, the kiss does help too, but that's just more for making him relax again, returning it with his own small swell of emotion behind it. ]

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[He parts somewhat reluctantly and sits (gingerly) back on the bed stretching his arms out.]

You could've woken me up you know.

[He looks around on the ground and finds his abandoned underwear and shorts from last night and slips those back on.]

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[ Spock stoops from the desk chair to pick up his shorts, handing it to him by way of taking a seat on the bed near him. ]

You obviously needed the rest.

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[He casually shoulder bumps him with a small smirk once he's dressed.]

No thanks to you.

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[ There's a small quirk of an eyebrow at the contact, there and gone. ]

You do not protest it as you had at the time.

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[He frowns but his mental climate is still light and amused.]

Well yeah, I had no idea what the hell you were doing at the time.

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I would have thought it obvious.

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[This Look.]

...Yeah because you were probably thinking more than 5 seconds ahead of time. That was ruthless.

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Yet the effort was worth the result, was it not?

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I never said it wasn't, just the means to the end were questionable.

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Then you do not wish to repeat such actions in the future?

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[Another Look. Don't mind him as he literally moves to straddle you in one fluid motion, Spock. There's a pretty good wince in there too.]

Never said that. I just know what you're capable of now.

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[ There are still moments when he's surprised by moves like that so there's a small hitch of non-responsiveness before he settles his hands on Jim's hips as both an anchor for balance as well as an intimate hold on him. ]

"Capable" regarding what, precisely?

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[He brings his hands up to the back of his Spock's head, running a hand through his hair.]

Using your telepathic abilities for torture.

[He says it lightly enough, amused air across their bond and new link as he leans in for another kiss.]

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[ He murmurs against his lips when they take their next breath. ]

I would hardly classify orgasm control as torture.

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[Okay but now he mock-indignantly pulls back slightly.]

Three times. And I didn't hear you deny it.

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The purpose of which is to produce an intensified orgasm due to the increased tension and arousal through extended stimulation.

[ Bet Jim never thought he'd hear those words coming from Spock of all people. ]

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[Okay but it still sounds like a textbook definition so not totally out of left field. His side of the bond brightens slightly in surprise, then softens in amusement.]

Right. Okay. But three times.

[He's mostly just being ridiculous as he leans in for another kiss, small shiver running down his back as he thinks about it.]

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[ Spock's hands slide from Jim's hips to his ass, his Vulcan strength apparent even as he grips there lightly, the hold twinging Jim's soreness pleasantly. The sense of smugness returns again as Spock telepathically asks while kissing: ]

Are you expressing the desire to attempt for a higher number?