MoM Continuations

[overanalytically]

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[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. ]