overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[There's another shiver at that contact, again both from the touch itself and the coolness of Spock's skin on his own, but also due to seeing Spock's usually precise hair in such disarray by his own hand...damn. It was a first step to seeing Spock come undone, the ache matching nicely with that image.]

If you don't meld with me or hurry the hell up in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to jump you.

[The words are light but they're said with a neediness that's making it hard to think coherently. Besides, it was absolutely no secret by now just how turned on Jim was.]

"Jump" me, Jim?

[ The curve of his lips is undeniably a smirk, the hum along their link taking on a teasing edge. He curls his fingers too, hooking them in against his stomach, nails scratching faintly against his skin. ]

[His muscles reflexively contract against the nails, another stutter of breath as he gasps against that.]

I swear to god I'm giving you a full lesson on human sex slang, euphemisms, and idioms so you can't play that game with me after this.

[That teasing though...Jim liked that, oh yes but damned if he wasn't a bit frustrated too just by the delay. Spock was enjoying this, that smirk clear as day to him. Excuse him while he tightens his grip slightly on Spock's hair.]

In this context: throw you onto my bed and fuck you.

That would be, [ he says still in the low tone, caressing along their shared cord as his hand starts to caress down his stomach as well, ] more than agreeable.

[His pupils dilate ever so slightly and he licks his bottom lip (which was now swollen).

Well if intentions weren't clear enough before...

No, the cord made that abundantly clear. Playing with their words was...a formality? No, it was their style, light banter like this. Of course it'd follow them in this arena as well.

He lets go of Spock's hair, appreciating how it stayed messed up for a second before grabbing at the shoulder whose hand was not on his stomach, and roughly pulling up towards him, every intent to go back to kissing while Jim decided how to rearrange themselves.

The cord hums with his want, making damned sure Spock could feel it.]

[ Spock catches the each of those details, watching his eyes and mouth in turn, that half-smirk not fading just yet. He leans up higher on the bed at Jim's urging, unfortunately having to pull his hand from Jim's stomach to balance himself.

He replaces his hand with his body though, rearranging their positions before Jim comes to a decision, making it for him. He presses Jim into the bed with his own weight, one knee between Jim's legs, the other on the outside of a thigh. He presses their hips together, letting Jim feel his desire take physical form as well as sending it along their link, the golden cord deepening in color. ]

[He really didn't mind Spock taking charge at all...in fact, got a small thrill from it. But the minute their hips grind together, he can't suppress a groan in the back of his throat. He reaches up to splay a hand over Spock's lower back and press down to get more friction.

They haven't even gotten to do much yet and his brain nearly short-circuits between the physical and mental.]

[ That's one of the reasons why Spock is holding back from a full mind meld; their bond has already made their link so much stronger, more sensitive. He really wasn't kidding about it overwhelming Jim if he wasn't careful so Spock has to be careful enough for them both. A thrill here, teasing there, ultimately not much, but it serves to heighten the link.

He's careful with the bond anyway; the physical side of it doesn't have to be careful at all. He takes Jim's encouragement, leaning in harder as he takes over the kiss as well, nearly bruising in its ferocity against Jim's mouth, responding to Jim's need he feels along the cord. He seeks out what else Jim likes as one hand snakes down to Jim's wrist, gripping it tightly and pressing it into the bed by Jim's head. ]

[It's a good thing Spock is the one being careful for the both of them because Jim desperately wants to feel all of this with a connection as intimate and deep as a full meld.

Jim didn't think he could take it though if Spock had to hold back from the physical side as well. He matches the intensity and force of the kiss, barely interrupted for a small gasp at the extra friction at their hips.

Oh. He feels that hand wrap around his wrist and press it up near his head and there's a curl of heat low in his belly. Jim tries to move his hand, to fight a bit, unsuccessfully. Fine then--he removes his other hand from Spock's lower back to try and prop himself half up on that elbow, to press their bodies more firmly together, give himself some leverage. There's a half smirk of his own on his lips as they work against Spock's, nips to his bottom lip becoming more frequent and harder--a dare to be rougher.

If nothing else, he wanted to fight back in order to take Spock's shirt off--it wasn't fair that he was the only one half-naked here (or that they weren't fully naked yet--)]

[ He moans himself as the nips become bites, Jim dragging his teeth against his lip, tugging at it before losing himself in the kiss again. Spock is not complaining or trying to stop him at all, the control of the kiss flowing easily back and forth between them.

He presses down further against Jim, putting his whole weight against him, fully pinning him to the bed. He still leaves Jim's one hand free though, wants to see what he'll do with it. He goads Jim by teasing, tightening his grip on the other wrist, rocking their hips together, but making no move to undress yet. A challenge rises across the link, almost playful in nature, backed by the heat of pleasure building within the link and within each other, the cord taking a darker edge to it with the enticement. ]

[Feeling the echo of pleasure two-fold is so much stronger than his usual touch telepathy is capable of accommodating. He's thoroughly enjoying being pinned beneath Spock's weight and strength--something to fight against. Feeling that challenge along the cord, Jim reaches up with his free hand to run up and under Spock's shirt, rucking it up with his advance, clearly projecting Off as his fingertips run up Spock's abdomen, fingernails trailing none too gently.

His fingers slow slightly as he feels that fast...beating?-- on Spock's right. That's right. Vulcan anatomy--important to know for basic first aid per the Academy. Jim hums in appreciation as he lets his hand rest momentarily over Spock's (damn it really did beat fast) heart.

...And when the moment is over, he continues to tug, one-handed at the shirt, still fighting against the restraint at his other wrist.

There was no doubt in his mind that Spock likes seeing him struggle like this and he's far too turned on by it to properly mock annoyance.]

[ Spock enjoys that Jim's enjoying the struggle, their banter an obvious precursor to something like this, their steps made into a dance in bed. The thrill Jim gets from it just encourages Spock to press more, grip harder, make Jim fight a littler fiercer for it.

Spock slows momentarily when Jim's hand finds his heart, pulling back just enough to catch his breath while leaning their foreheads together, panting against Jim's mouth. There's a pulse of warmth and brightness that has nothing to do with lust at that moment, the cord resonating with it. He dives right back in when Jim moves that hand again, the deep golden color returning to the cord with the waves of desire.

He sends the mental projection of Jim pulling off Spock's top over his head, the suggestion clear in its intent ]

[A small warmth blooms in his chest at the unexpectedly tender moment. Was this what other people were talking about, how becoming intimate emotionally made the physical seem even better? In this case, it made the physical and mental even better. He'd ruminate on that later. Much later.

Jim receives that message loud and clear, pulling the shirt as best he can up and over Spock's head. There's only a momentary pause in the desperate kiss to appreciate Spock's now utterly messed up hair. He'd keep that image with him for a while.

He surges back up again, amused air in the link--Spock would have to let go of Jim's wrist to get the shirt completely off after all. In the meantime, he runs his free hand over Spock's lean muscle up his abdomen, over the shoulder and up his neck, once more threading his fingers into Spock's hair and gripping, using his thumb to trace along the shell of the ear up to that point that made him so distinctive among humans.]

[ He does have to release Jim's hand to shuck his shirt entirely, which he does, just briefly letting go so he can shake his sleeve off. It allows Jim an advantage if he takes it, Spock also being distracted by shivering at the caress of his ear ... ]

[He immediately takes advantage by using the newly freed hand to give himself some leverage and press his chest flush to Spock's. His own heart is hammering in his chest as he grabs at Spock's hip momentarily before reaching down and pressing a palm up against his arousal. Jim switches from Spock's lips to biting and kissing along the junction between his neck and shoulder.]

[ A low groan escapes him, his throat vibrating with it against Jim's mouth. His hips twitch into Jim's hand, bracing himself with both hands against the bed now, gripping the sheets by Jim's shoulders. His head tilts to the side to allow room for Jim's bites, his insistence infectious.

Their link takes on a deeper color with that, edging toward a deep copper along their cord, the physical pleasure continuing to add different dimensions to their bond. ]

[Those are definitely going to leave marks...oh well. He was far too interested in the sounds Spock was making in response to quit. There's a sense of smugness at getting Spock so distracted that Jim now has full use of both hands.

Jim had to mentally take a step back to realize that he had Spock unraveling in his hands (somewhat literally and figuratively); Spock who was always so closed off to almost everyone but him, allowing him to see this. Jim needs to see Spock fall apart completely by his own hand now, projecting how much he's enjoying seeing Spock like this. He's noting changes in the cord wanting to see how else it reacts to them.

And with the deftness of someone as practiced as he is, Jim undoes the button on the front of Spock's pants and lowers the zipper with one swift motion, inserting a warm hand to wrap around him.]

[ A deep flush of green rises to Spock's face as he gasps again through his teeth, his twitching much more apparent in Jim's hand like this, hardening even more than he already was. The pulse beneath Jim's mouth already has a fluttery feel to it due to its normal fast beating, but the sensation of blood pounding in Spock's ears gets shared along their link as well, a roar of pleasure muffling sounds for him.

The cord is vibrating now, a continuous state of arousal pulsing from it. It pulls at Spock's core, as demanding as Jim's pull on his body, tugging at his very katra. He's quickly losing his thoughts whenever Jim does something new, whatever he was thinking lost to pure sensation. Their bond only amplifies it, the cord focusing it into a narrow point, making it into a brilliantly intense light in Spock's mind. ]

[Sensing Spock let go of thought just to feel everything happening is a victory in Jim's mind--one he'll savor later. He's far too interested in watching and feeling Spock come undone, that deep green flush a sight he won't forget for a while. He wants to feel that crash through the cord, pulling at it and coaxing him to the edge.

Physically though, he makes a quick decision briefly to remove his hand and use his spit as lubricant. He replaced his hand and begins to stroke, mindful of the fiction regardless. He'd prepare properly next time and this way seemed to match the neediness and frenzied pace they had set for themselves. Even the thought of a "next time" is dizzying, enough to catch his breath.

He's not letting up on Spock's neck, enjoying the bloom of green/purple where his mouth worked. Jim grasps hard at Spock's hair to move his head down, biting none too gently at his earlobe. He's encouraging along the link to just let go.]

[ He makes a soft plaintive sound when Jim's hand leaves him only to be replaced with a quiet groan when it returns. His hips continue to twitch forward into those fingers, and they jerk when Jim bites at his ear. It causes sparks along the link, flashes of deep golden light along the cord, lightning the dark where the cord fades with brief luminescence. ]

[He's mindful not to get too lost one way or the other, physical or mental, as he wants--needs to experience both as much as he can. He picks up the pace and feels along the cord, the vibrations reverberating through his mindscape then refocusing back onto it. The flame that extends far beyond their perception right now but the origin of his end of the cord flares up, hot and brilliant, trying so desperately to reach through that darkness and see the rest where it fades.]

[ Whereas Spock is quickly becoming lost to both, Jim's hand and Jim's mind pushing him closer to sweet mindlessness. He's already so close, Jim's proximity alone intoxicating. Coupled with the pitch of the cord now singing through his mind, it's not long at all before he comes in Jim's hand, spilling himself over his fingers, his mind full of white sparks as the orgasm washes through his thoughts, flooding into Jim's mind as well. ]

[The orgasm seeps into his mind, blinding white overtaking his mind as would his own--not quite to that level due to lack of the physical but the pleasure was undeniable, leaving him breathless, hand in Spock's hair relaxing its grip. He basks in it for a while before removing his other hand and wiping it on his comforter away from them (laundry would be a thing later).

He's mostly pleased with a hint of smugness as he much more gently trails kisses up Spock's neck (particularly over the bite marks) before murmuring in his ear:]

You okay?

[ He shudders at the flutter of kisses over his newly-forming bruises there, his whole body tingling from the orgasm. Jim might even be pleased to note that he's still a little hard as well as he takes his hand away.

The link between them is still giving off sparks though, coming back down from the orgasm much more slowly than his body. Thoughts slowly bleed back into his mind, registering Jim's question slowly. It's still another moment ot two before he can respond, breathless as he does. ]

I should ... ask you the same. Were you not ... overwhelmed with the bond?

[Jim could definitely get used to all this, Spock above him and hardly able to think, let alone speak--it's intoxicating.

As if on cue though, he can feel the pull of a deep, not terribly unpleasant (at this point) ache in his head. He's absorbing the sparks from the link and enjoying the secondhand afterglow, so the ache doesn't bother him too much right now.]

Depends on what you mean. If you're asking if that was too much--no.

[He pulls back a bit and puts both of his hands at the back of Spock's neck to get a proper look at his face.]

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