overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[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. ]

[There's a fine sheen of sweat across Jim's body from exertion and he's radiating heat. Spock's comparatively cool body feels great as his heartrate slowly returns to normal.

He allows his consciousness to sink back deep into the meld, as though sinking into a warm bath. He's awed at the cord and its new strength, gently touching along it, not having words for what he felt at the moment. It was mostly a feeling that a bubble was about to burst inside his chest, he was so purely simply happy, like he'd never truly felt it before. Happy and sated even as the pleasure begins to fade, the haze beginning to clear up and far above them, there's the physical sensation of pulling behind Jim's eyes--not yet prominent enough to make him surface.]

[ He remains perched above Jim, not yet pulling out of him until he can trust his own movements–each movement tingling throughout his lower extremities and causing him to shudder. Coupled with that and the fact that he doesn't want to withdraw from Jim yet, physically or otherwise.

But he must if none other than to save themselves future discomfort. He withdraws slowly, a low sound emanating from deep in his throat as he does. He has the presence of mind by now to use the corner of Jim's sheets to wipe his stomach before he collapses gracelessly to the bed beside Jim.

He falls further into the meld as well, his hand still on Jim's face, wrapping himself in Jim's presence like a blanket, like coming home. ]

[It's vaguely unpleasant feeling the withdrawal but having Spock still connected through the meld made the discomfort minimal.

He wonders why Spock chose to go to one side of him, floating that question through the meld as he wraps his arms around Spock's torso, reeling him in close. The coolness from Spock feels even better this close, with this much skin contact. He can't help the sunny radiance being emitted from his side, none of that darker storminess from earlier in sight.

The haze begins to clear further revealing the end of their cord on Jim's side wrapped impossibly tight around the rest of his entanglement, stretched tight with the strain. There's an ache in his head that's starting to pound, enough to penetrate even at this depth.]

[ He's–surprised by Jim wanting him so close, almost unabashedly so. Humans often found his body to be too cool for comfortable prolonged contact so Jim's insistence of it throws him off balance. Thankfully it's only for a moment, the meld allowing him to feel Jim's fondness for it. He settles more deeply into the bed and into themeld.

Only to tense slightly, feeling the beginnings of that strain and coherent enough to identify the cause. He inspects the cord and tangle, not wishing to make it worse by attempting to soothe it. He knew that a bond affects Humans differently than Vulcans, recalling his mother's description of her own similar experience. He should withdraw for now, end the meld and allow the mind to adjust to the bond ... ]

[There's some amusement at the body temperature non-issue if only because he usually runs too warm and he gets kicked out from blankets due to overheating partners.

He can feel the tensing on multiple levels--he's not quite sure what the significance is of the cord on his end, he just knows that whatever's done is done, Spock should just stay in the meld. Although those thoughts about his mother...

What did she have to say about bond--

His first solid coherent thought in quite some time is cut off abruptly with a sharp stab of pain in his head that causes him to wince under Spock's hand and the cord to cinch tighter.]

[ And with that, Spock is already moving to end the meld, gently withdrawing from the deep recesses of Jim's mind. Once he's completely withdrawn his drops his hand from Jim's face, half-sitting up on his elbow to carefully watch Jim's expression. ]

Are you all right, Jim?

[When he feels the withdrawal, there's another sharp stab painful enough to get him to gasp. He squints his eyes to look up at Spock--the light was starting to bother him.]

Other than this splitting headache, yeah.

[He uses his hand to rub at his eyes and then through his hair (which is fantastically messed up) to see if that would help.]

It is as I thought. You are adjusting to the bond.

[ He gets up from the bed reluctantly to dim or turn off the lights to Jim's room. ]

[Now that he was really coming down off of his afterglow, the ache was becoming more prominent and starting to pound behind his eyes. That plus a week's worth of insomnia and dehydration from drinking as well as emotional whiplash was leaving Jim in a sorry state.

He grabs a pillow from further up the bed and places it over his eyes.]

I hope this isn't going to turn into an "I told you so".

Would you find it appropriately chastising if it were?

[ But he takes some mercy on Jim, spying a bottle of water Jim has in his room and brings it back to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. ]

Ugh.

[He can't even think of something snappy to say to that right this second. When the bed dips again, he removes the pillow and props himself up on his side with an elbow. He takes the bottle gratefully and drinks half of it in one go. Jim lays back down heavily and rubs at his face again muttering:]

If you expect me to say "you were right I should have listened", you'll be waiting a while.

[There's a small smirk here because dammit, he'd do it again too. Even if it did feel like someone was driving an ice pick into his skull.]

I expect no such thing.

[His eyes are closed for now but the sarcastic slant to his smile softens. He blindly reaches out and gropes for Spock, finding a forearm and trailing it down to thread their fingers together.]

Good.

[ Spock doesn't reply verbally to that, but he laces his fingers with Jim's.

He also keeps a barrier up from the normal touch telepathy, preventing Jim from exercising his ability here to minimize his headache. ]

[He tugs a bit at Spock's hand indicating him to come closer. He's grateful for the barrier at the moment--he's not sure how much more he could take at this point in terms of building up his headache. He's had some bad hangovers in the past but this was blowing all the rest away.]

[ He glances down at Jim at the tug, not understanding what the tug is for. ]

[He cracks an eye open.]

C'mere.

... You wish me to lie next to you?

[His brows furrow.]

Yeah?

[He pulls a little bit more--he'd be more amused in another circumstance.]

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