overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[ 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.]

[ Jim barely has time to finish the thought before Spock is already moving, sliding into Jim fast and hard. He trusts that Jim knows the limits of his own body, having already prepared himself for it; he also trusts that he'll feel if Jim is in pain, or rather, in too much pain for him to bear with their link open like this. He's already caught on that Jim like it a little rougher, a little more dangerous. It suits his personality.

He barely gives Jim a chance to breathe, pushing them both to the edge of their limits. He teases and fondles at their bond, so close yet so agonizingly far apart without a full meld, plucking at the cord with every thrust. ]

[He cries out when Spock suddenly thrusts into him, a little bit of pain to accompany it but nothing unpleasant--he knows how to prepare himself well.

He grips tightly at the comforter as he attempts to rock his hips at the same brutal pace Spock had set, matching his rhythm. All traces of his impatience and mild frustration are gone with the waves of pure bliss emanating and obliterating all conscious thought.

He's so close to that edge though, not taking long from being worked up physically and mentally. And there's an aching sense of incompleteness along the bond and yet there's still sparks starting to fly from his end, he's right on the edge--]

[ And it's right then that Spock shifts his balance, leaving only one hand on the bed, the other rising to Jim's face in a familiar gesture—

And suddenly their respective cords are joined, the darkness lifting from between their minds, joining as one. Everything that Spock is and is experiencing folds right into Jim's mind, sharing his own impatience, his own urgency and need, want. It's hard to tell where Spock ends and Jim begins like this, moving together in body, mind, and soul. ]

[The cool hand on his face would surprise him if he wasn't so utterly lost to sensation, bombarded by it from all directions. There's a sense of being whole and complete, Jim no longer mentally needing to claw for what his entire being now seemed to crave--that part of him that wasn't really him--Spock and everything that he is. Their joined cords resonate at the same frequency and now shining almost too brightly and sparking intensely, Jim not able to sort through everything, all of the emotions, the feeling, it's all too much--

And then his mind blanks out completely.

He cries out wordlessly and arches his back as he spills onto his stomach, white knuckled he's gripping so hard at the bedspread.

And suddenly his chest is heaving as he attempts to catch his breath, mind hazy in the afterglow.]

[ The sense of whole and complete is shared doubly, the feedback looping over and over between them, growing higher in intensity and strength until Spock's thoughts are utterly gone from him as well. He spills into Jim, physically and mentally, his entire being caught up in Jim.

It's all he can do to not collapses on Jim afterwards, panting helplessly against Jim's mouth as the sheer ecstasy coursing through their bond is slow to ebb away, the mind meld prolonging it. ]

[Feeling the crash again sends shockwaves through him as he lets out a small moan, already sensitive but knowing this was how Spock perceived it...

His whiteout is slow to clear, and he's practically boneless from all the tension that has gone from his body.

He lays there trying to catch his breath, and only after a couple of minutes of piecing his mind back together after it was blown away does he have the sense to bring his hands up to rest on either side of Spock's face. He etches the look of Spock's face in the afterglow into his mind before pressing their lips together lazily. The white-hot lust has cooled down to something warm and tender, soft edges and glowing and pervasive as it flows from Jim's mind to Spock's uninterrupted.]

[ Spock is slow to return the kiss, his mind deep in the meld, already returning the sentiment behind a kiss that way. He doesn't even open his eyes yet, just basking in Jim's sensitized mind and through it his body.

His face is deeply flushed for Jim's viewing, green across his cheeks and neck and ears. There's no sweat of course, but his body temperature has raised significantly, though probably still cool compared to Jim's.

The cord and mindscape have dimmed back to the gold in the wake of their shared bliss, tempered and made stronger by the sharing. There's a hint of strain from Jim's end, but it's cloaked for the moment by the sheer weightlessness and oozing pleasure seeping into their consciousness. ]

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