overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[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.]

[ Spock keeps them still for several moments, as many as he can, just enough that it's no longer painful to stay still. And just when Jim's heart starts to slow its rapid beating, there is this profound wave of surrender that floods from Spock—he surrenders into his desires, into the pleasure crashing through he and Jim and he gives into it.

He grips Jim tightly, his arms like vices as he holds Jim as close as he can. No longer taking the slow pace, he starts thrusting hard into Jim, reminiscent of their usual frantic pace. He slams into Jim with a new desperation, the pent up energy he had to keep in check being let go with abandon. The link is no less manic, Spock filling up every corner of Jim's mind with his needs and desires, pouring them into the bond and unable to stop himself. ]

[When he's gripped and Spock starts moving inside him, it doesn't take long for him to lose himself completely to sensation, reveling in the loss of Spock's control--he's lost his control a long time ago. That strong Vulcan grip was the only reason he hasn't been able to move to get off. He can feel himself building up to his peak, coming ever closer to the edge. It's taking hardly any time at all now, Spock's desire pushing him over--

He nearly whites out when the dam is broken, pleasure cascading throughout him. He cries out as he comes, every muscle tightening in him as he turns his face half into the bed. His grip turns desperate on Spock's thigh, nails digging in, holding on for dear life.

And when he finally comes down, he turns limp, a pleasant buzz tingling throughout his body and mind, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His body is limp and sweat damp between their activity and the increased ambient temperature of the room. He can barely breathe out:]

--Holy shit.

[ Spock follows Jim over the edge several seconds after him, still moving as Jim's orgasm rips through him. Even with his Vulcan stamina, their shared pleasure through the bond and link had synced their bodies together as well as their minds, as close to joining as one as they could be without a full mind meld. Spock spills into Jim as his breath catches somewhere deep in his chest, his blood pounding in his ears.

When he can think coherently again, he's half-laying on Jim, having rolled them slightly over as he finished thrusting into him. His body starts to relax, practically pinning Jim to the bed from this angle. But for the life of him, Spock's honestly not sure if he could move off of Jim even if he wanted to. Instead he presses a lingering kiss against Jim's neck, half in apology, half in deep affection. ]

[Jim hardly noticed the extra weight on him, he was so encompassed by the afterglow. His mindscape is foggy but there's a definite warming to it at the kiss to his neck. He halfheartedly groans as he shifts, turning his head ever so slightly in a futile attempt to look at his bondmate. There's an urge to kiss him, but Jim is pretty sure his limbs are made of gelatin and this position is awkward but so comfortable...

He can't even muster the earlier indignance and frustration at being denied an orgasm sooner. An overwhelming exhaustion overcomes him--complete, body, mind and soul. It's a complete and content exhaustion. He feels whole.]

[ The angle is awkward, but Spock responds to the desire to kiss. He can't quit reach Jim's mouth from behind and on top of him so he kisses the corner of his jaw, the closest thing he can reach.

Then a sense of practicality takes over his sated content, and Spock moves just enough to pull out from Jim, all but collapsing on his side, still pressed against him and one arm still underneath him, the other draped across his waist. ]

[The fog clears somewhat as he brightens at the kiss but there's still the desire to kiss--unfortunately there's a lack of energy.

He cringes slightly when Spock pulls out, having to get used to the feeling again. He lays there for a couple of minutes, building up his willpower. Finally, he puts all he has into rolling over so he can face Spock, not displacing either of his arms, but finally being able to see his face.

Jim's cheeks are flushed, making his half-lidded blue eyes stand out even more, glazed over as they are from possibly the best orgasm of his life. His hair is mussed and he's a wreck but there's an undoubtable sense of peace washed over him and seeping into their shared mindscape when he leans in to finally, finally capture Spock's lips with his own. There's more feeling behind it than in any he's given before that.

He's still attempting to catch his breath throughout this but some distinct words float between them including amazing, never come that hard before, and I swear to god if you torture me like that ever again... without any bite behind it and no effort to think of anything to threaten him with.

When their lips part, Jim's eyes slide shut as he's spent far beyond his limit.]

[ Spock had almost thought Jim fell asleep, he'd been laying there so long without moving. Spock had started drifting too so he's startled when Jim rolls to face him, lifting one arm to accommodate Jim's movements.

There's a hitch in his throat at the sight of Jim's face though, his eyes and the content found there more breathtaking than anything they just did. The peace and sense of wholeness washing into Spock's mind is enough to keep his breath caught even as Jim leans in for a kiss. The arm that was draped over his hip slides up Jim's back, his cool, dry skin a delightful antithesis to Jim's sweaty heat.

And then there's that sense of smugness again at the unfinished, unspoken threat, gratified at the compliment it implies as well. There may even be a smirk on his lips at Jim pulls back, if he doesn't close his eyes immediately after. ]

[Oh he catches it all right. He's just too wiped out to react properly other than the faint sense of amusement over the link. He's well on his way to drifting off. He mumbles almost incoherently:]

'M not moving for the next 12 hours...

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