MoM Continuations

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[ Merely something to consider. Captain.

The grip in his hair tightens as Spock suddenly withdraws his fingers, leaning in just as abruptly to claim Jim's mouth again. It's full of teeth and tongue, bruising in its force and oh so desperate.

His now-free hand slides down to Jim's hip and past it, using that Vulcan strength to pull him even closer, encouraging Jim to move on top of him. ]

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[There's a general air of amusement with curiosity in his mindscape at that answer.

He barely has time to take a breath before he's kissing back just as hard, trying to keep up--oh but that was different and thrilling to have a partner who pushed him to keep up. The pain sends a spike of pleasure through him and across their cord, the undertones of pure desire intensifying.

That strength though, as he's pulled closer one-handed causes his imagination to conjure up different ways for Spock to utilize it in "physical relations". His breath hitches again as he moves his hips slowly and with a bit of force.

Remembering himself for a split second though, he moves to take Spock's shirt off, wanting even more skin contact.

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[ They have to pull back from the kiss to tug his shirts (layers here) all the way off, but he leans back in immediately, just as bruising as before. There's a thrill along the cord as Jim catches his sparking of imagination, curiously reaching for it to see what Jim's desire is ... ]

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[Again, another couple of gasps for air before diving right back in. Jim brings his hands up to either side of Spock's neck, fingers threading into jet black hair in the back.

Images flick by--Jim was quite imaginative in this realm of things-- but there are two images especially pronounced: one involves being lifted against a wall, the other, both his hands forcibly held above his head despite his struggles.]

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[ Some of the images cause Spock's breath to catch; he's not as experienced as Jim is, even if he understands the mechanics of such acts. A low heat settles low in his belly again when Jim settles on the two images though, especially at the one where he holds Jim down beneath him. The hand on Jim's ass grips harder at it, hips twitching against his, the cord humming louder. ]

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[Jim smirks against Spock's lips at his reactions, both physical and mental--if Spock has a preference, that's fine with Jim. After all, they had time enough to try whatever, whenever, something he passes on through their link, hint of teasing in there.

Along their cord though, he feels around, experimentally plucking at it, simultaneously and ruthlessly grinding his hips at Spock's insistence. He gets a greedy thrill from Spock's rather demanding "suggestions", apparent as sparks from his side of the cord. He surges forward pressing flush against Spock, slight red flush working its way across his own face and emanating body heat.]

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[ His experiment seems to have paid off, the plucking causing an almost severe reaction to it. Spock's hips buck against Jim's, his eyes closing tightly as the vibration from the cord sends out ripples of pleasure throughout his body, and a low groan escapes his throat. ]

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[He can feel the rippling back as an echo and has to pause to re-gather himself--he pulls back to rest their foreheads together, and he's breathing harshly, letting their breath intermingle. He lets the sensations wash over him before ducking in and forcing Spock's chin upward to trail bites down his throat, projecting clear as a bell that image he had before of Spock holding his arms out of the way with ease. There's a little thrill that accompanies it, thinking of himself as helpless, knowing just how powerful Spock is.]

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[ It's tempting, oh so very tempting to pick Jim up and throw him back onto the bed and mimic that image and have his way with Jim. But he also wanted to test that earlier hint he got about Jim and authority.

He enjoys Jim's mouth on his throat, a soft moan vibrating against Jim's lips, but after a few moments he pulls at Jim's hair, forcing him to pull back. He also pulls him down, a forceful hint for Jim to slide off of Spock's lap and onto the floor. ]

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[Jim craves that feedback, finding that is one of his favorite parts about being physically intimate with his relatively new telepathy.

There's a small hiss of pain at being pulled back but Jim complies, pulling himself up and off of Spock's lap until he's kneeling. He looks up at Spock with a defiant, challenging look in his eyes again, wicked smirk playing across his lips. His anticipation is clear but he's going to wait for Spock to tell him explicitly what he wants.]

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[ Spock is almost surprised at himself to learn he likes that look on Jim. More specifically, Jim looking up at him like that. He's already thinking of how that expression will look while he's holding Jim down underneath him ...

But no, for now he sends the clear image through their link of Jim unfastening his pants, the intent behind the message clear and demanding but with pleasure sparking along the cord as well. ]

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[And Jim does do just that...slowly reaching out, unfastening Spock's pants...and that's all. He sits back and looks back up at Spock, briefly licking his lips, smirk still there. Awaiting his next instruction. And Jim knows the intent, oh yes but if Spock wanted him to obey...he'd have to be explicit in his directions. There's a hint of amusement across the cord...Jim was clearly enjoying himself.]

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[ He tightens his grip on Jim's hair, but it's a positive gesture; a little pain as a reward for a job well done on the task as well as restraint. He plucks at Jim's side of the cord as well, causing it to sing and resonate throughout Jim's mind. ]

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[What would have been a wince in pain turns into a physical shudder as the pain combines with the waves of pleasure that has him caught between wanting to focus more internally or externally.

He's still uncomfortably aroused from before and now he's starting to get fidgety.]

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[ Yes, good, exact5ly how Spock wants him. He plucks the cord once more to set him a little off balance again.

While those waves crash through Jim, he slowly stands from the bed which places him only inches from Jim's face. His mental voice is clear through the link though, cutting through Jim's hazed mind: Remove my clothing. ]

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[God he was being built up with barely even being touched. His breath catches and he suppresses a moan to a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

And when he comes back mostly to himself, Spock is right there and he's getting impatient--

But the command comes and he's eager for it already, looking up and making eye contact as he dutifully puts his fingers in between Spock's hips and the waistbands and tugs everything off at once.]

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[ Jim's not the only one getting impatient judging from his own body that is now prominent in front of Jim's face, made even closer when he steps out of the clothes Jim just pulled off of him, kicking it lightly to the side.

He keeps his hand in Jim's hair, another small tug of pain for him as his other hand comes forward, fingertips brushing against his lips. He plucks the cord once more, stronger this time, with more intent to render Jim mindless with pleasure behind it. ]

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[Jim's anticipation is growing, gets to the point where he forces himself to create a somewhat coherent thought: Let me--

But this time he can't suppress the moan that falls past his lips, completely focused on the cord, barely registering the fingertips on his lips. He doesn't think he can hold on much longer through much more of Spock's ministrations, as those waves ripple through to his core, causing that familiar hot coil low in his stomach.]

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[ Spock voice once again cuts through the haze in his mind, letting it roil around and through Jim all the same, but the clear command in Spock's words drives right into the center of Jim's mind; he can't help but obey when it reaches this far down into him. You will do what I let you do, but only when I say.

The hand on his mouth dips past his lips again, stroking at his tongue before withdrawing much too quickly. Open your mouth, Captain. ]

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[There's no hiding that flare of arousal at the command. He complies as his impatience manifesting now as clenching and unclenching his fists against his legs.]

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[ The hand in Jim's hair starts to tug again, pulling his head forward those last few inches. Now attend me. ]

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[Jim lets himself be guided those last few inches, pain sending a shiver down his spine as he takes in as much of Spock as he can. He slowly pulls back, hollowing out his cheeks, tongue trailing on the underside.]

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[ He gasps just loud enough for Jim to hear, his breath shaking just underneath it. His side of the link becomes briefly hazy as well, his own anticipation suddenly very clear in both the link and physical need.

He pulls Jim's head back in once again when he's pulled far enough back, and repeating it once more when Jim continues to pull back. Without even words, Spock uses that Command side of his along the link, sending a very clear message once against down to the core of Jim to continue with that pace, that repeated action. ]

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[Jim readily complies, at this point wanting to pull more of those sounds from Spock, wanting to hear and feel that he was enjoying this as much as Jim.

He trails his fingers lightly up Spock's thighs before using one hand to grip at his hip, the other wrapping around the base with a light grasp, all without losing his pace.]

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[ Any sound he makes is soft and subtle, barely louder than a gasp or an exhalation of breath. More obvious reactions are felt through the link; his increasing heartbeat, pulsing in time with the cord now, the deep colors and waves of heat rippling through the link.

Accompanying the waves is Spock's Command, ever-increasing in confidence and echoing the same hunger in his gaze as he stares down at Jim's face, not looking away for even a second. Your performance could be improved, Captain. I require it. ]