overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[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. ]

[He gasps with the pain that causes equal parts pleasure, breath shuddering with the full body shiver that courses through him. The intensity of the feedback loop of pleasure in the mindscape that radiates outwards to feel nearly physical is approaching overwhelming and the possessive gesture adds to the heat building rapidly at his core. Yours if you take me is the challenge that arises but at its very core radiating strongly and connected to their cord is the emphasis on yours.

His hips jerk again--a small part of the back of his mind is telling him he can't be finished off mentally, he just can't.]

[ Spock eases from the cord at that, hearing that almost plea. But with another smug-feeling nip, he replies, You can. And you will. Though perhaps at a later time ...

He shifts his mouth to the other side of Jim's neck then, mouthing and suckling there while one hand drifts down to Jim's pants to undo them, cool fingers brushing low against his belly. He continues to caress along the cord, keeping the heat in Jim at a hot simmer rather than at boiling, savoring his reactions. ]

[His breath hitches again at those words, morbidly curious now if only because he now knew Spock could. He'd of course been building up to it but he wasn't actually sure--

His thoughtstream is interrupted by the cool hand at his lower belly, his muscles instinctively contracting at the cool touch. He bucks his hips impatiently to make up for less mental stimulation as Spock lets up on the cord.]

[ He's deliberately slow, taking his time with the button and zipper of his pants. He leans back, shifting his position slightly and removing his knee so he can pull the clothing down and over Jim's hips, using only one hand in order to keep the other in contact with Jim. ]

[Jim nearly whines at the sudden loss of most of the contact. Jim props himself up on his elbows to see what the hell this was all about. The heat is starting to ebb slightly.

He barely manages to choke out impatiently:]

Spock.

[ He just cocks an eyebrow down at Jim, still tugging at his pants. ]

You do wish for sexual intercourse, do you not?

[Jim never thought he'd hear the words "sexual intercourse" and actually be turned on but here he is. ]

You could have said--or thought something.

[And now he goes to help Spock take his own pants off.]

You would have discovered my intentions soon enough.

[ But Jim will be able to tell that Spock has recovered by now, as hard as he was previously. Once the pants are off the bed, Spock leans over Jim once again, this time settling between Jim's legs. He balances on the bed on one elbow to lean in close enough to kiss Jim deep and hard, his other hand drifting down to Jim's hip. The renewed contact widens their link once more, Spock going directly for Jim's side of the cord, already caressing there. ]

[He's about to snap something back but then his mouth becomes occupied--very occupied. And he would have then done it mentally too had the link not suddenly opened up more to the cord being provoked by Spock. It's much quicker to brighten this time.

He's thoroughly enjoying Spock taking control, spreading his legs a bit wider to give Spock room. He's having problems waiting though as he wraps one hand around the back of Spock's head to pull him ever closer, the other reaching down between them to palm Spock's arousal once again. Jim is pleasantly surprised at how little time it takes Spock to recover and files that information away for later.]

[ He leans ever closer then, pressing the lengths of their bodies together, even trapping Jim's hand between them even as he groans into Jim's mouth, hips twitching against his. He caresses the cord just as Jim is caressing him, matching stroke for mental stroke. ]

[He tries as best he can to pick up the pace, all of their skin contact now amplifying the link even further. He can feel the heat begin to build once more but it's a far cry from where he left off. He encourages Spock's hips to press further by using a leg to wrap around him and pull him in closer.]

[ He groans again, faint sparks already starting again in the link as they start to rut against each other at Jim's encouragement. He plucks at the cord again, encouraging Jim's heat to build to the heights it had before. ]

[Spock paying particular attention to the cord has him worked up faster than he otherwise would be at this point. It vibrates more intensely as he projects more, harder, need, want.

There's no physical room between them but there's a desire to be closer, wanting everything of Spock that he's willing to give, and offering himself up body, mind and soul in the process.]

[ Spock pulls back from the edge again when he sense Jim too close to it, easing his ministrations on the cord. He even pulls back from Jim's neck to rest their foreheads together briefly, their breath mingling together. He knows they can't proceed without certain items so he sends an unspoken question to Jim while they catch their breaths, asking where he can find it. ]

[He brings both hands up to rest on either side of Spock's face, fingers tracing up and down the shells of his ears as he uses this brief pause to try and catch his breath. He's aching to get back to that edge, faint protest dying in his chest though when he perceives the question and a brief hum resonates under his skin. Jim shifts his head slightly towards the side of his bed, indicating his nightstand top drawer. He dips his head back in for a brief, comparatively gentle kiss.]

[ He shivers again at Jim caressing his ears, a tinge of amusement floating up—always with Humans and his ears. But he returns the kiss, aching in its sweetness and sudden softness compared to their earlier intensity.

He lingers there on Jim's lips briefly before he shifts up and over to the edge of the bed, rooting around in Jim's drawer before finding what they need. He crawls back down with the lube in his hand, and he takes another moment to kiss Jim again, slow and thorough with the cord shining bright. ]

[Hey you can't blame him--they're distinctive and besides, commonly known as erogenous zones. There's an overwhelming fondness at the return of the kiss at this more subdued pace, bright warmth radiating from his chest outwards but turning darker and more needy in anticipation. It's his turn to lightly feel at the cord, wanting to work Spock up even more, build back up to the frenetic pace from earlier.]

[ Jim's probably not as controlled or efficient at it like Spock is, but the effort and what Jim does accomplish sends waves of pleasure through Spock. He groans lightly, his kisses turn hungrier and desperate, his own side of the cord resonating under Jim's care.

He presses the lube into one of Jim's hands, sending the clear message that the next time he thought to properly prepare for is here and now. ]

[If anything, Jim is downright sloppy at it, without finesse but damned if he wasn't going to try, the intention at least to get Spock to feel something. He's pleased when he gets the response he's looking for, both mentally and physically, matching the pace that Spock is setting for their kisses.

He's vaguely amused at that, taking it and without looking, hesitating, or breaking pace, opening it and slicking some of the stuff on his fingers on both hands. He reaches between them, one hand wrapping around Spock with slow strokes and the other to prepare himself, hissing into it.]

[ He groans again, louder this time, his hips twitching into Jim's hand again. He pulls back just far enough for their foreheads to rest together again, Spock looking down their bodies to watch Jim's hands. Jim's hands on himself, on his own flesh ... he knew Jim would know exactly what to do, one of the first times he's actually grateful for Jim's expertise in this matter. ]

[He spends a bit longer and goes a bit slower than his usual pace preparing himself, if only because he's thoroughly enjoying pulling these reactions from Spock--he didn't think he'd ever get tired of Spock falling apart by his own hand. And watching Spock watch him...that in and of itself makes him want to put on a show. A few sounds of his own escape and he knows he can't do this much longer if only because of the burning desire flaring white-hot in his own mindscape, heat seeping across the cord.]

[ It's that final sound that makes Spock move, shifting back onto his knees between Jim's legs. He grips Jim's hips, pulling Jim's whole body down the bed a few inches with apparent ease and hitching his hips higher as he positions himself.

He pauses there, checking in with Jim and seeking permission even though he shares in that hot desire, their cords resonating together. ]

[The ease with which Spock moves him around sends a wave of dark lust straight to his groin and his hips twitch slightly--he's certain he's never been harder in his entire life between that and nearly falling off the edge multiple times already...

God the sentiment is nice but Jim demands he be fucked right this second, impatience predominant at this point.]

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