overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[ 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.]

[ His lips are parted slightly while he still catches his breath, eyes lidded from the pleasure. His face and ears is also still flushed, the green traveling down his neck as well. But he looks straight into Jim's gaze, meeting it evenly. ]

[Now that was a sight he would store away in his mind for a while. He's awed and simultaneously turned on in equal measure. He locks eyes with Spock and grins--he's the reason Spock looks this way.

He leans up and lazily presses his lips to Spock's mouth, grin not entirely gone.

You look good like this.]

[ Spock returns the kiss with more enthusiasm than that, escalating it by nipping sharply at Jim's mouth. I will defer to your opinion in this matter, he intones almost playfully, leaning down more heavily onto Jim, his thigh pressing against his hardness. Yet you remain unsatisfied ... ]

[Trust my opinion on this one.

Further smartass remarks though are cut off as Jim bites back a groan, suddenly very acutely aware of how tight his pants are. There's a slight jerk of his hips.

What are you going to do about it? His tone is challenging and playful with a tinge of impatience right back.]

[ With another sharp bite at Jim's lower lip, Spock teases lightly, If you would allow me sufficient time to recover, I could then ... "jump" you. ]

[There's a sharp intake of air at the bite as he continues the kiss. It becomes more heated but now he's grinning into it, extremely amused.

...Not bad. You pick things up quick.

He brings one hand up to run his hand through Spock's hair.

Depends on how long you want. Can't guarantee I'll be patient enough to wait. ]

[ I would, of course, keep you preoccupied while I recover. As if to demonstrate, Spock trails his mouth down to Jim's neck, continuing his nips there. He also continues to press against him, moving his knee just enough to keep a subtle level of friction.

He doesn't forget the mental side of it either. He reaches along their link, searching for Jim's side of their bond. It's not fully joined like this, not without a full mind meld, but Spock can seek out its origins in the tangle mess Jim showed him before. It's easy for him to find the cord among the other emotions and memories he has tangled there, the cord shining brighter than the others. He encircles it with himself, stroking along the cord as one would a new stringed instrument, feeling along the strong before causing it to sing. ]

["Of course."

His teasing subsides though as his attention shifts, tilting his head back to expose more of his throat. He unabashedly grinds up against Spock, becoming more needy by the second.

Jim really wants to experience the full meld like this, to feel everything, cord uninterrupted between the two of them. As it stands though, the cord is humming, warming with Spock's presence so near and sending waves through him at Spock's ministrations.]

[ He radiates patience at Jim, it'll come soon enough. He distracts him further, caressing the cord, making it vibrate under his mental caress. He chooses the resonance like this, can control how much it affects Jim, to stimulate down his nerves or for it to pool low in his belly. He chooses the latter for now, deepening the pitch of the cord, slowly building more heat in Jim. ]

[Jim isn't so much soothed by that vague promise with patience as he is distracted by the touch.

He groans and curls his fingers along Spock's neck, blunt fingernails digging in. Jim struggles to communicate mentally--

--Cheating...

But the protest is lost in the echoes of his want more, need this that permeate his mind.]

[ With Spock's presence so close in his head like this, the feedback loop is immediate and intense; he'll feel the waves of pleasure as if Spock's hands were on his own neck, nails digging into his own skin. He plucks at the cord this time, the vibration he pulls from Jim more profound in its intensity, ringing through his whole mindscape. It sends sparks and fire down along his nerves.

At the same time, he bites more firmly at the junction of Jim's shoulder and neck, his teeth digging in hard enough to leave a mark. The unmistakable message of Mine— is carried by that vibration, laying claim to Jim's entire being. ]

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