overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[Spock draws out small groans--some palpable from deep within his chest--from Jim when his fingers hit particularly sensitive areas. One hand reaches back behind him to run his fingers through Spock's hair, somewhat roughly grabbing at it. He doesn't realize he's being a bit rough, instead focusing on Spock's movements and where his cool skin makes contact. And when he's wrapped up like this, it's easy to let himself go and lose himself in sensation.]+

[ He lingers in those areas, fingertips pressing against them for longer and longer increments, gradually adding more fingers to prepare Jim. Spock doesn't even mind the hair-grabbing, merely turning his head where Jim pulls him, pressing his mouth where he can – against Jim's hairline, behind his ear, teeth dragging across his earlobe.

After several full, long minutes Spock begins to withdraw his fingers, one at a time just as how they went in. He only takes a moment to prepare his own self before he shifts on the bed, scooting closer to press in. Spock grips Jim's hip to hold him steady as he begins to press in, resting his forehead against the back of Jim's shoulder. He seats himself inside Jim just as slow as anything else he's done so far, probably agonizingly slow for Jim's taste.

Though once he's pressed in ... he simply holds there, unmoving. The grip on Jim's hip is firm, his body cool against Jim's back but his breath warm against Jim's neck. ]

[There's nothing stopping the bursts of pleasure from feeding back across their bond and link when those fingers find precisely the right spots.

The pace is torturous and it's a good thing Spock has a grip on Jim's hip--he will feel Jim try to struggle to meet him, to sink himself further and faster to satiate his impatience. As it is though, his breath hitches at the sensation of fullness, needing Spock to at least start moving if he wasn't allowing Jim to do so.

The hand that had been gripping at Spock's hair moves instead to grip at his thigh, a not-so-subtle hint at what Jim wants.

All the while, the sluggish pace causes Jim to really feel, not simply go through motions to get to the end-game.]

[ And it seems that is Spock's goal here to really make Jim feel. The feedback he gets from Jim sparks across his body as if he were the one experiencing it and leaves streaks of pleasure across his mind, but he still remains unmoving, showing incredible amounts of restraint and patience.

He emits a loud groan in Jim's ear when his thigh is grabbed, Jim's fingers still deliciously rough and sending shockwaves of pleasure along his nerve-endings, but he barely makes any forward motion into Jim. Only enough to seat himself more fully and then back to motionless. He shares along the link just how good this feels, how right it is to be here in this moment with Jim. The same sentiment is echoed behind his words as he gasps low and familiar into Jim's ear, ] Slow down, and lie still with me ...

[He's so used to their usual frenzied pace that he mentally acknowledges that it only made sense that Vulcans could show that frustratingly calm control in bed as well.

He can feel the reverberations of pleasure coming back across their physical touch and their bond, shooting straight to his groin. His heart pounds as he thinks Spock is getting ready to move inside him. Jim lets out a frustrated gasp that's immediately soothed by the emotion projected along the link behind Spock's action (or more, inaction) that makes his heart ache.

Jim brings that hand back up behind him to gently hold Spock's head there near his ear, other hand coming up to thread his fingers through Spock's long green ones over his heart. He's breathing heavily trying to calm his racing pulse and...well, do as Spock requests. He stills as best he can, trying not to rock his hips, instead focusing on how complete he feels when they have so much telepathic openness between them. The gentle ebb and flow of thoughts and feelings across the expanse of their mindscapes combined with physical sensations brings a sort of peace to his ego he hasn't known otherwise.]

[ Yes. This is what Spock wanted for Jim, for both of them, this deep sense of just belonging in the moment. The physical is well and good and pleasing, but to satisfy the mind and heart has much more positive effects.

Spock opens the link as wide as he dares, still careful of his own walls—the last thing he wants with this is for his grief to overshadow this sense of peace—but it's like every other door has been thrown wide, open to its fullest capacity to allow Jim in, joining their minds as well as their bodies.

And when the urgency for the physical has calmed in Jim, with the pleasure of the self starts to eclipse the flesh,that's when Spock starts to move within Jim. An incredibly measured pace at first, nearly drawing all the way out only to push all the way in, it takes nearly a full ten seconds for one thrust. Spock presses his face into the back of Jim's neck as he moves slowly, his breath stirring the short hairs there. ]

[The pace is agonizing but being able to feel every last centimeter is its own type of thrilling, Jim is discovering. There's a long, low moan from the back of his throat as the gentle grip he had had on Spock's head turns a bit stronger, fingernails digging into his scalp as though needing the grounding.

Mentally, he fully envelops himself in Spock's mind, a sense of belonging that he hasn't really felt before there overtaking him.]

[ On a bit of a whim, one he can't even identify until it just happens, Spock closes his mouth at the junction of Jim's neck and shoulder, biting down at the spot at Jim's groan. His teeth dig in a bit harder, in sync with Jim's own grip on his hair. Spock gradually increases the pace with every thrust; it's nowhere near their usual, manic encounters, all heat and speed and quick, needy release. Like stoking a fire between them, the deep golden embers start to flare in their bond as well. It takes a few minutes, but then Spock is rocking against Jim, building to that all-consuming fire of release.

But just before the embers and the heat in their bodies start to blaze, before the physical need to go faster can overtake them, Spock slows again, coming to a halt and holding Jim that much tighter against chest. Spock is almost painfully hard inside of Jim now, but he controls his own urge to keep going, keep moving into Jim in order for Jim to experience this. ]

[The bite adds to the intensity, shooting sparks throughout his body, reveling in the increase in pace. He welcomes the heat flaring between them along their bond, so close to igniting, he's right on the edge of oblivion--

Jim nearly chokes when Spock suddenly stops. His complaint comes out weakly in a harsh whisper, desperate for release.]

Jesus, Spock...!

[ Spock groans loudly in Jim's ear when he tenses at the sudden stop, his own body craving the same release. ]

Just wait, ashayam—[ Spock chokes out in a low, strangled murmur, concentrating on keeping himself still. He doesn't even notice the Vulcan word he said just now, or the way the hand on Jim's chest is gripping him tightly, fingers hooked and digging into his skin. ]

[Well goddamn if that at least doesn't make Jim feel a bit better for suddenly tearing him back from the edge, knowing that Spock at least was having some control issues himself. He would have the marks on his chest to prove it. The word that Spock uttered though...he doesn't recognize it. He files it away for another time when he's not feeling betrayed at being denied his orgasm.

He's doing his best to do as Spock says, but it's increasingly difficult, his body backing away from release to his dismay. Mentally, he's all but verbally begging for it.]

[ He'll feel bad about the marks later, but at least Spock's holding back from his full strength, not wanting to breaking anything, just breathing harshly against Jim's skin.

As a means of distraction, Spock releases Jim's hip, trusting him to stay still. He trails his hand up Jim's side, cool fingers a delicious contrasts to heated skin. Spock nips at Jim's earlobe, and he widens the link even further, sharing his thoughts and sensations as he traces over Jim's skin, pulling both of their minds away from the physical side, away from the consuming heat. ]

[Jim doesn't betray that trust, instead now distracted with the new physical sensations. A shiver runs through him and Jim makes sure Spock can feel everything, including the mild frustration at not being allowed to orgasm quite yet. He sinks further into Spock's mindscape, instead letting those more tender emotions come forth, and letting Spock feel them as strongly as their wide open link allows.]

[ He's grateful for Jim's trust, moved that Jim would trust him with something this intimate and personal. He knows that Jim doesn't let people in so to allow Spock in this far into his mind, Spock can only reciprocate in kind and in full. Enveloping Jim's psyche with his own, Spock sinks in close to him mentally and physically.

The urgency of the arousal finally starts to recede under the telepathic focus elsewhere in their minds, leaving the bare intimacy to match. Spock remains hard inside of Jim but he's no longer trembling with restraint. ]

[Jim can practically hear his own pulse in his ears. His breaths are measured because no matter how much their open link distracted him, Spock was still buried in him up to the hilt. He may have backed away from the edge quite a bit but he was far from not needing satiation. However, for now, he allows Spock in, distracted enough by the physical to let some of his deeply buried worries about their relationship surface--his first serious relationship and how it scares him because dammit, he's had a reason not to get attached all these years. That reason is still there but it's different with Spock. He's seen that they just work and they could be on the same ship together--And that part is all well and good but is he enough? Is he allowed? Is it possible for him to have a relationship not predicated on sex? Is it possible for him to satisfy a partner in any manner but the physical?

These ugly thoughts are there and gone, not sticking around for further contemplation. Jim isn't even consciously aware they've surfaced. He's gone back to thinking about how achingly hard he is but showing remarkable self-restraint in not moving to jerk himself off yet.]

[ Spock's breath catches in his throat, that flash Jim's worries and fears seizing his chest as if they were his own while they crashed through Spock's mind. It's gone even before Spock finishes inhaling the next breath, but it leaves him tightening his arms around Jim, pressing his face into the back of Jim's head. He reaches even further along their bond for Jim, the cord flaring bright gold, the physical all but forgotten save for the inherent intimacy of it. ]

We are Bonded, Telsu, you and I, [ his mental voice rings clear through both their minds, the gold thread only deepening. Wrapped here in Spock's mindscape, Jim will feel the difference of the Vulcan word versus the translation into Standard, the meaning of it much more poignant to Spock. It pulls at something deep within Spock to even think about; it's something he'd never thought he'd ever experience. ] We are shared within each other and are made whole.

[They had been a brief glance at his deep-seated fears, hardly worth his initial notice. Of course, once Spock reacts to them, he realizes what was seen. There's a hot wave of embarrassment--that's not really something he'd ever intended on sharing. It was something so deeply personal, so opposite of the usually cocksure James T Kirk. At this point, he was grateful Spock couldn't see his face, but the back of his neck is a bit hotter.

Their cord brightening from Spock's end is comforting , but the words that flowed across to him were even more so. There was something behind the words in the mindscape that he didn't think he'd understand if they were just spoken. He responds physically by relaxing slightly, as much as he can in this position, and by reaching out telepathically along their bond to meet Spock's presence.

His fingers laced in those held over his heart give a small squeeze, his embarrassment slowly fading as he feels just how important this bond is to Spock.]

[ The bond brightens even further, incredibly and deeply pleased by Jim's reaction. He tightens his own grip on Jim's hand in reply, pressing a lingering kiss on his heated neck, trying to soothe him even further. ]

You are more than enough, ashayam. I am satisfied. [ And again a deeper meaning behind that word is apparent like this, Spock's mind brightening at it even if he also feels slightly embarrassed in using it. His logical mind believes it to be overly emotional, but that deep sense of self can't be arsed at logic at this moment; the distinction he's trying to convey to Jim is more important.

But in speaking of satisfaction again, Spock begins to move once more. Slowly at first, as ever, but it's so much better like this now—the heightened sense of arousal that Spock kept Jim in was making every slide and thrust and sensation that much more now. The feedback that Spock is providing only adds to it, pleasure sparking throughout every inch of his body and spilling into Jim's mind, making Spock's pleasure his own. ]

[Something wells up in the center of his chest and blossoms forth, a bright warmth that seeps into every inch of himself and spills over into Spock's mindscape--it's contentedness and comfort and how grateful he is, that Spock thinks he can be enough.

There's that word again, feeling how entangled in emotion it is, incredibly with a hint of embarassment. He makes doubly sure to stash it away for later. In the meantime, the golden heat of their bond spreads to the junction between their minds, seemingly encasing it, and reinforcing and strengthening it.

Jim gasps and a low moan rips from his throat when Spock moves again. He arches his back and physically grasps at what he can, scrambling for purchase as those sparks begin to ignite across the shared parts of their minds with their feedback. A low, desperate:]

Spock--!

[ The pace Spock sets is still agonizingly slow, but even this little movement is nearly enough to push Jim back to the edge. The hand that was gripping Jim's hip moves lower, grasping his cock from the base and wrapping his cool fingers around him, stroking even more slowly than his thrusting, just enough to tease him into a higher state of arousal.

His earlier embarrassment fades quickly enough, replaced by some emotion that seems like smugness. He's the one doing this to Jim, pushing him closer and closer into an incoherent state, bringing his this pleasure. It's an intoxicating realization for him, almost better than the physical sensations coursing through him. ]

[Jim is now back to achingly hard again, the amount of sensations between physical and mental now well and overwhelming. He's fairly certain that every nerve ending of his is sensitized far beyond the norm. And damn him , Jim can feel that smugness as he realizes that Spock can sense everything--knows exactly how far to push to keep Jim from cascading over that edge--

There's something inherently hot about that, knowing that Spock has that much control over him. Still, Jim rocks his hips desperately, aching for release.]

[ And oh, does Spock know it. He knows down to the second of when to stop once more, hips pressing and holding against Jim's, his fingers tight around his cock but going still, maintaining the pressure but not the friction. It keeps Jim wavering so close to that edge, the orgasm so close and yet impossibly out of reach with Spock holding it back from him.

But it also pushes Spock that much closer too, only his Vulcan iron will keeping him from succumbing to his own ministrations. The bond and the link are only enhancing it, letting Spock feel everything that he's putting Jim through—knowing what works and what drives Jim crazy affecting himself as much as it is Jim. He's trembling against Jim's back by the time he stops moving again for the third time, breathing harshly in his ear, the sense of not yet, just a little more all but shouted to himself and into the bond. ]

[Hovering that close takes his breath away, as it now comes in sharp gasps. He practically tries to drag Spock over the edge, so desperate for release but he's immovable to Jim's frustration. At this point, he bitterly hopes that Spock is feeling it as he is.

He clutches once more at Spock's thigh, as it's the closest thing he can reach, his nails digging in for emphasis and begging for release.]

[ His hips twitch against Jim's when his nails dig into the flesh of his thigh, prompting ine small involuntary thrust before going still again. ]

Patience, [ even his telepathic voice is stuttering at this point, matching the tone of his gasping breath. The hand clutching at his chest shakes, but he smooths his palm and fingers over Jim's torso, stimulating and soothing simultaneously. ]

[If he was mentally incapable of clearly conveying his thoughts before...His frustration is there, is fairly obvious, but it's overshadowed by his need for release and his desperation.

That hand over his torso has him bucking up towards it--he's so close, patience be damned.]

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