overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[There's a disgruntled blip across their mindscape at Spock's enjoyment. Of course it's gone almost immediately as more of his thoughts are replaced with pure unthinking pleasure. He grinds down once more and up and into Spock's hand. Jim's mouth moves up Spock's jaw and then down his neck, sucking and biting as he goes.]

Edited 2016-09-30 05:50 (UTC)

[ He tilts his neck back farther, enough that he'd be staring straight up at the ceiling if his eyes were open. He leaves plenty of room for Jim, clearly enjoying the sensations with the soft noises he's making.

His hand slides into the opening of Jim's pants, pulling them down farther before wrapping his fingers around Jim. His hand movements are slow, his grip light at first, like he's just getting a feel for his hardness and heat for now. ]

[There's a sharp intake of breath as his breath hitches against Spock's neck when he feels the jarringly cool skin take hold of him. There's an unconscious thrust as Spock's hand moves frustratingly slow, legs moving further apart to accommodate. He slows himself down though, wanting to see what kind of pace Spock was going to set, taking a small thrill in relinquishing control to his bondmate.]

[ Still frustratingly slow for Jim, for now, but rewarding Jim's release of control by tilting his head back down and kissing him hard and deep. The sharp nips and dragging of teeth pose a wonderful contrast to the gentle fingers wrapped around him.

During that, Spock's other hand busies itself with attempting to pull Jim's pants lower, eventually encouraging him to back up so they can be shucked off. ]

[As frustrated and impatient as he gets with going slow, there's no denying that he's, well, into it. He kisses back with just as much fervor, a few sounds escaping him indicating that frustration. He bucks his hips into Spock's hand, emphasizing the disparity between the brutal kiss and the light touch.

At Spock's encouragement though, Jim pulls away from the kiss to focus on leaning back (damn they were way too tight for him right now--) and pulling his pants off, first one leg then the other. He re-settles himself in Spock's lap diving right back in to continue the kiss where they left off, now reaching down and palming the front of Spock's pants.]

[ Spock's hands don't leave Jim's skin even when he pulls back, making sure to keep their link open, fingers briefly tightening around him. The speed of his strokes even increases a bit when Jim presses a hand to him, helplessly letting out a groan of his own.

The link and bond deepen in the color of Spock's desire, some of Jim's own impatience seeping into Spock's psyche now. Jim's hand is no substitute for Jim himself. An image flashes across the link, a projection of how they could be right now—Jim in his lap with Spock buried deep inside him, holding each other close while Jim rides him. ]

[Seeing that image in his mind that Spock creates causes his mouth, hand, hips, all to slow down simultaneously as the heat builds low in his belly. A sharp inhale of breath punctuates a bite at Spock's bottom lip--Jim is already moving to free Spock from the confines of his pants by undoing buttons and lowering the zipper, reaching his comparatively warm hand in while also trying (and failing) to move Spock's pants out of the way. Jim's usual impatience was now starting to take over.]

[ That actually draws an honest-to-God chuckle from Spock, low in his throat, the corners of his mouth turning up even while his lip is still caught between Jim's teeth. His amusement at Jim's haste flows in waves over the link, toning his desire into a lighter color, but not overtaking it completely.

A moment, ashayam. Allow me to ... he trails off, hoping his intentions will be plain in his movements instead. He leans back from Jim, unfortunately pulling his hands away with him, half-lying onto his back so Jim can pull his pants from his legs. ]

Edited 2016-10-04 02:54 (UTC)

[Jim's breath catches in his throat out of pure surprise.

God but did that smile look...strange. He'd always wondered what Spock's face might look like with more emoting than he already did (because no matter what Spock said, Jim could see little hints here and there in his face). Now though, he's too fascinated to think much about that and too distracted to complain too much about the lack of physical contact now.

At Spock's prompting, Jim easily slides his pants off. Before Spock gets a chance to sit back up though, Jim climbs back onto him, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him. The kiss is slower than with his earlier impatience, an awed appreciation tingeing his mindscape now, because how many other beings in any universe have seen Spock smile like that before?]

[ Spock nearly bumps heads with Jim, not expecting him to practically pin him down like that. Not that he's complaining in the slightest.

His amusement returns in full force once they're in contact again, Jim's awe causing the equivalent of another chuckle along their link (since his mouth was too preoccupied to actually chuckle). Both of his hands slide to Jim's hips, pressing him closer as they slide against each other, the deep desire darkening the bond again. ]

[Jim's not even offended or put off by Spock's amusement at this point, merely appreciating the rare sight that Spock gave him.

But then Jim feels hands on his hips and he's brought back to the lust settling between them, biting back a helpless groan at the friction between them.

He has one arm propping himself up over Spock, and the other reaches down to grab and stroke both of them together at the same time.]

[ A breath puffs its way past Spock's lips, a soft, breathy groan following it while Spock's mouth is still open. His head falls back to the bed, eyes closed as his hips twitch up into Jim's hand. Pleasure threatens to overtake his thoughts, filling the link between them. One hand finds its way to Jim's ass, gripping a cheek tightly and pulling him closer. The other hand reaches up to grip at the hair at the base of Jim's head, blunt nails scraping against his scalp there. ]

[Jim gets the feedback of the sensations from Spock's end and his own, causing him to shiver and gasp in response, moving even closer at Spock's insistence. He leans down to kiss, bite and suck at Spock's neck, trailing up to the angle of his jaw at which point he pauses to let out a sharp exhale when he feels the scrape against his scalp. There was starting to be a bit too much friction--with a final quick kiss to the corner of Spock's mouth, he reluctantly breaks some of their contact to reach over and into his nightstand.

After a few seconds and the pop of a cap, Jim leaves the tube he pulled out sitting on top of the nightstand to re-settle over Spock, reaching once more between them with the cool slickness of the lubricant in hand. He lets out a shuddering breath as he continues to stroke the both of them at the same time, now much easier, subconsciously moving his hips as well.]

[ Jim's reaching for his nightstand (he now sees the wisdom in Jim's insistence that he also keep a tube here) leaves Spock a moment to recover as well, the feedback having gone both ways. His faster breathing is obvious and audible from his open mouth, something that rarely happens even when he's running or keeping in shape.

His whole body shivers at the coolness of Jim's newly-slicked fingers, the hand that resettled on Jim's thigh digging his nails in. His hips move in time with Jim's hand, a counterpoint to Jim's own hips.

As the heat continues to build in his own mind and belly, Spock sends another image through the link. It's the same position he imagined before with Jim above him while still in his lap, but now Spock adds details—Jim's head thrown back in complete abandon while Spock moves hard and fast beneath him, the deep green scratch marks Jim leaves on Spock's shoulders and sides while he tries to hang on to what little conscious thought remains to him. It's a suggestion as well as a promise from Spock, that he could make Jim do that, that he will make Jim feel that. ]

[That image causes Jim to nearly choke on his next breath, pace and grip stuttering. He emits a low, growled:]

Spock...!

[And if there's a hint of a whine in there, Jim will deny it later and insist it was Spock's fault anyway.

Somewhat reluctantly, he pulls up and sits back on his heels. He takes the lubricant-slicked hand and pulls it away, reaching behind to start preparing himself for Spock to deliver on his promise. In the meantime, Jim brings up his other hand and starts stroking Spock alone, eager to follow through on what Spock had in store.]

[ Jim's faltering grip causes Spock's thoughts to stutter as well, the projection collapsing into the mental and physical gasp Spock gives.

He leans up on his elbows for a better angle to watch Jim, wanting to watch how his hand moves behind his back. After that stutter, Spock uses the link to tease/pleasure Jim in a different way now, letting him feel how good his hand feels, the warmth of his hand, how it heightens the building heat low in his stomach. ]

[Jim ordinarily might have given Spock a show but damn him, these feedbacks were making it difficult to even concentrate on getting the task done, let alone having fun with it. His impatience is back with full force as he focuses on preparing himself as well as possible in as little time as possible--he's quickly able to add more fingers.

Finally, he mostly lets go of Spock except to stabilize him as he shifts forward, slowly sinking down on him without further ado. Jim hisses out a long low groan as he continues until Spock is buried in him to the hilt, breaths shallow.]

[ They can go slower next time and taker the time to enjoy it then. Increasingly infected with Jim's impatience like this, even Spock is hurrying them along.

His lips pull back as he inhales through his teeth, Jim sliding onto him both exquisite and nearly overwhelming at the same time. He sits all the way up, wrapping an arm around Jim's torso to help balance him. His own breaths are heaving his chest, puffing against Jim's neck as he presses his face there. His thoughts have narrowed down onto that single sensation of Jim's body wrapped around him, of the blissful heat and tightness. It's only after several long moments of just adjusting to this new position that he finally, slowly moves.

He repositions Jim's legs first, tugging at his knees and encouraging him to wrap around Spock instead of kneeling on the bed. It forces Jim to relinquish his leverage over Spock, to sit completely onto Spock's lap and let Spock control the pace and everything with it. ]

[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.]

[ Spock lets out a particularly loud (for him) moan as Jim sinks back down after repositioning his legs, re-wrapping his arms round Jim. The strength in his arms is evident in how tightly they hold onto him—they tremble slightly as he keeps that strength in check, wanting to crush Jim to him but not wanting to hurt him at the same time.

The bond darkens even further as well, the knowledge of Jim willingly letting go of any control is heady, his thoughts swirling even faster as his lust and pleasure build even higher. Sharp, bright bursts flare along the link as Spock starts to move his hips. He can barely move like this as the moment, not without physically manhandling Jim—that will come later. For now he rocks upward, thrusting that inch more into Jim, the small movement filling even more of him, pushing deeper even while already buried to the hilt. ]

[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.]

[ Spock accommodates every encouragement and plea that slips past Jim's lips, exploiting the bond and link to know just how Jim craves it, how deep to go, where he wants Spock's hands and how hard he can rake his nails over skin. It's not long before Spock has to grip onto the place where Jim's hips meet his ass, the counterpoint of his weight against Spock's lap in order to lift him up and nearly off.

He takes a slow pace at first, leaving Jim aching as he lifts him high with just the tip of Spock remaining in him, only to make him sink back down and thrusting up to fill him again. ]

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