overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[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.]

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

I would hardly classify orgasm control as torture.

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

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

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[The pain is definitely there, but the only physical way he reacts is a slight stiffening in his back. Telepathically there's a half-painful half-pleasant burning sensation far off. Bottom line: he's not mad about the Vulcan strength demonstration.

He mentally balks at that question, his response obvious enough that he doesn't even dignify that with a response, verbal or telepathic. Just keeps right on kissing and he might be gripping a little too hard at Spock's hair now.]

[ He'd been about to apologize for it, feeling the way Jim's back stiffens and by extension the deep bruises forming on his chest and hip. The apology fades though when he feels Jim's acceptance of it.

Then complacency just increases at Jim's distinct lack of reply, emboldening him to deepen the kiss and seek out Jim's tongue with his own. ]

Four times is the next logical progression. I shall recall this upon our next occasion.

[He gladly allows the kiss to be deepened but mentally stutters and physically stiffens.]

Don't you dare.

Not without your consent, [ he acquiesces, though there's still a slight curve to his lips as they're pressed to Jim's. ]

[He's satisfied by that, though the words smug bastard float by in his mindscape when he can feel the curve to his lips.

His thoughts wander back to the events of last night--how could they not?--when he remembers something about the night before...

He pulls back from the kiss, slightly breathless.]

Last night you said something in Vulcan. "Ashayam". [His accent isn't terrible. He projects the memory back to Spock, lacking visual cues considering the positions they were in at the time.

He's running his hands through Spock's hair at the back of his head.]

What's it mean?

[ The smugness all but disappears at the question, a faint sense of embarrassment overriding it. Spock's expression shifts just slightly, the relaxation and contentedness now edged with a soft blankness to hide his internal reaction. There's a few beats before he recovers enough to answer, at one point even glancing to the side to gather his suddenly rapid thoughts. ]

It is ... a term of endearment, used with personal and emotional connotations.

[Meaning behind it aside for a second, Jim is amazed to feel embarassment coming from Spock. It's sharper than any other emotions he's felt before today across their link.

What's more interesting though is the combination of mental and physical tells, so rarely seen together with Spock.

He's watching all this in fascination as he then processes what Spock said, his eyebrows raising in surprise, but a subtle glow emanates from his side of the bond and link, small smile on his face. His turn to tease a bit.]

That takes skill to make something like that sound like a dictionary definition.

[ Damn, he's caught out. The embarrassment flares a little brighter before Spock attempts to stuff it down, determined not to give Jim any more ammunition from it (too late). ]

Do you have issue with my definition?

That's just it. You didn't give me a definition. All you said was that it was a term of endearment. What's it actually mean and what kind of "emotional connotations"?

[ Damn it, Jim, stop calling him out. He takes a subtle deep breath before answering, again on the clinical side. He just hopes Jim won't prod any further into it after this. ]

While ashayam has no technical translation, the root of it, ashaya, is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude towards a person.

[Remember that time you bonded with this piece of shit? You have no one to blame but yourself.]

So, "ashayam" is the target of that "deep tender affection"?

[He's just going to keep poking at him like this. He's looking directly into Spock's eyes, or trying to.]

[ His usual bland expression is back in place by this point so he does meets Jim's eyes despite the emotional connotations of his confirmation. ]

Affirmative.

You said that to me twice last night.

[He comes forward and rests their foreheads together.]

Show me.

[ Spock blinks at Jim's request, but he doesn't pull back or protest the movement. In fact, it's quite nice with the way Jim is on his lap. ]

Show you?

Show me what you mean by ashaya.

[ There's another flutter of hesitation, a hint of embarrassment. ]

Were you not able to detect it last night?

[He pulls at the hesitation and embarrassment, wanting to expose it fully but work on calming it. He presses closer, murmuring against his lips.]

I felt something like what you described but I didn't know what it meant last night.

[His lips brush ever so slightly against Spock's.]

[ Spock's lips part on the next inhale, breathing in Jim's air. ]

Then ... you wish for a repeated performance? [ It's only a minor deflection, though sincerely asked. ]

Not exactly. Not...necessarily physical. [Because James T. Kirk can't bring himself to completely rule out physicality in any way.]

Mind meld with me. I want to understand it like that.

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