overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2016-05-21 22:18 (UTC)

[The difference between the physical reactions and the much more amped up mental reactions across the bond sends a small electric jolt through him. He greedily sears the feeling into his memory to come back to later.

Aye, sir. There's a small amount of amusement but he's more so playing up his image of subordinacy...and thoroughly enjoying Spock's commanding tone.

At this, he slows and purposefully runs his tongue along the length, circling the head and back down again.]

[ Spock's eyes lid lower, the green flush more and more apparent on his face. The link darkens with his ever-building desire, a deep amber with lust now, a deep pool of it just on his side of the link. It's ... thrilling to see Jim being submissive, even if it was an act, all that bravado of his still there, still cocksure, but now directed into a different path.

The hand in Jim's hair tightens its grip, nails scraping bluntly on his scalp. It pulls his head closer, following the movement of Jim's mouth. ]

[He carefully, gently, innocently even, strokes along the cord, pleased at his handiwork thus far.

Jim focuses on watching Spock's face for those reactions, completely uninhibited in his own desire flowing across the link, how much he's liking the view no small part of that.

Now though, Jim presses his tongue flat against the underside and wraps his lips around the shaft, eyes lowering to focus on what he's doing, now rhythmically bobbing up and down, both hands now on his hips and fingers pressing in.]

[ Slowly the intensity builds in Spock's mind, the cord of their bond vibrating with pleasure, humming throughout his mind and body. The dark amber builds towards a white-out, each stroke of Jim's tongue and mouth pushing him closer to the edge.

And just when Spock can't take any more, his thoughts spark out, the cord lighting up as if on fire and spreads through his mind, spilling over into Jim's as his body spills into Jim's mouth. ]

[Jim can feel the static building and reaching ever further into his part of the mindscape, ambient heat leaking across as well. He picks up the pace when he can feel the frequency along the bond increase.

The white-out causes a short-circuit on his end of the bond--he barely registers the physical as whatever idle thoughts he had are obliterated. He swallows almost as an afterthought as he comes down from the waves that had rippled over to him through the mindscape, haze clearing slightly.

Jim moves to pull away from Spock, removing his mouth to begin to slowly stand, kissing up a thigh, to Spock's torso, then his chest, up his neck, the angle of his jaw and finally to his mouth. The whole time, Jim makes sure he has a grip on Spock should he feel unsteady at all. He shamelessly deepens the kiss to let Spock taste himself.]

[ Spock shudders through the orgasm, his hand tight in Jim's hair, which is really the main reason he remains upright. The urge to just collapse, to fold on his knees and sink down to the floor with Jim is powerful.

He barely registers when Jim pulls back from him, only the lack of wet heat on him pierces the white fog at first, then slowly becoming more aware of his ascent upwards. His hand is still in Jim's hair when Jim kisses him, his grip tightening again as he welcomes Jim's tongue. He groans deep in his throat at the bitter taste, his free hand cupping at Jim's waist to pull him closer. ]

[Jim can't remember the last time he had a lover taller than him, so he relishes tilting his head slightly up to reach. The secondhand afterglow rippling through him is punctuated by that tug on his hair. He allows himself to be pulled closer and brings his hands up to rest on either side of his neck, fingernails gently digging into the hairline.]

[ Spocks hands on him are urgent, needy even after the orgasm. His mind still craves more of Jim though, to be as close as possible. He reaches in through their bond, stroking and plucking at the cord in earnest now while he starts to walk Jim back against a wall, pressing him there while he presses into his mind. ]

[There's nothing hindering Spock's mind from his own, greedy as he responds with bright warmth that flares up and pulls at Spock's presence. He wants more, small sounds of encouragement escaping him between kisses. The bond responds by darkening, arcs of static emanating where Spock touches.

The wall at his back surprises him--he'd lost track of his position, not to mention Spock is pleasantly distracting. Jim presses back against him, challenging, as Jim meets Spock's urgency.]

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