overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[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...

[ Spock leans in one more time, one last kiss brushed across Jim's lips before he himself settles on the bed, arms wrapped loosely around Jim's back. ]

I shell endeavor to remind you upon our waking.

[And with that, he passes out, utterly sated.]

[ The smirk slips into a soft smile before Spock joins him a few moments later. ]

[True to his (not very well thought out) word, Jim begins to stir about 12 hours after the most intense sex of his life. He slowly wakes up out of a refreshing (for one) sleep, the only thing off being how sore he was. Not just his ass where he expects it, but his chest and hips are sore and...he slowly cracks open an eye, inhaling deeply and bringing up a hand to rub at his eye. A quick glance down reveals purpling bruises against his hips and on his chest. It was the painful kind of sore, not the deliciously warm kind of sore that was the rest of his body this...morning? afternoon? He wasn't sure.

Jim rubs at his face and he's never been this relaxed that he can remember. He feels...at peace. He's going to have a hard time leaving Spock's bed.]

[ The movement and deeper inhale catches Spock's attention from the desk chair he's been sitting at. He's been up for a couple hours by bow, though he hasn't ... actually gotten up. Dressed in the sleep clothes they shucked aside last night, Spock still looks a little mussed and wholly not prepared for the day (afternoon by now).

He turns the chair to face Jim, his expression softened and hinting at a smile. ]

Good afternoon. I trust you rested well.

Edited 2016-07-29 14:50 (UTC)

[Jim's still gonna have to get used to that sight, as pleasant as it is. He's not used to anyone looking at him like that.]

Afternoon huh? I slept like a brick.

[He stifles a yawn by turning his head to the side. He looks back up at Spock going to move at the same time.]

How long've you been up--

[At the end of that sentence, he freezes and winces slightly. The soreness is much more obvious when he attempts to move.]

Edited 2016-07-29 14:58 (UTC)

Approximately 1.7 hours—[ But whatever he was going to say after is cut off by a light frown, catching his wince and stillness. ] ... Jim?

[Slowly, very slowly, Jim sits up fully. Unlike Spock, he's stark naked. The bruises are obvious against his skin. He rubs at his hips, the side that primarilt got held down by Spock. There's a faint grin. As much as it hurt, there's a small part of him that's practically gleeful about the marks--like being possessed.]

Nothing this human body can't handle.

[ Spock's frown only intensifies as he sees the dark bruises. A flare of guilt rises up in their bond—it seems intense for such a small thing, "louder" than it's felt int the past. ]

You are in pain?

[Well that's weird. His features soften a bit as he attempts to calm that guilt down a bit.]

It's not bad, seriously.

[ It ebbs slightly at least tho still present. ]

My apologies. That was not my intent.

[There's a brief pause before he comes forward for a chaste kiss that's full of affection. He's still feeling part of the emotional rollercoaster from last night.]

I know.

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