MoM Continuations

[overanalytically]

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[overanalytically]

[ 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. ]

[overemotionally]

[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.]

[overanalytically]

[ 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. ]

[overemotionally]

[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.]

[overanalytically]

[ 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. ]

[overemotionally]

[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.]

[overanalytically]

[ 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. ]

[overemotionally]

[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.]

[overanalytically]

[ 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. ]