smartass_captain

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It's so much it's so damn much but Jim revels in it. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and forces himself to take as deep a breath he feels like he can folded damn near in half like this. Little by little he manages to relax. With Spock taking a moment Jim's got all the time He needs to adjust to the two of them connected like this.

In fact, the sex isn't what makes Jim pause hardly at all. It's the feather soft murmurs breathed into his ear. Calming, not patronizing. Earnest, not mocking. How Spock adjusts everything just to put more of himself in Jim's fevered reach. The soft kisses trailed along the line of his jaw. All of that has Jim choking up a little, that heat back at the corners of his eyes. He's terrified he's about to start crying when Spock suddenly decides he's done holding on.

"Fucking hell--!" Jim's got one leg trapped in Spock's embrace, the other half off the bed. He has nothing to brace himself with as the snap of Spock's hips sends Jim sliding up the bedding swiftly enough to make the fabric whine high pitched and swift. Leaves his back warm and red from the friction. And even like This. Spock's hand cups his jaw. Lovingly.

Love. Spock loves--

"Oh hell, oh fuck--!!" Jim's voice carries to the walls. Heard still even over the slap of skin on skin. The creak of the bed. One of Jim's hands anchors itself on the sheets to keep himself from sliding further. The other grips tight to Spock's forearm.

For Jim, the rest of the world may not exist. But to their neighbors they are unbelievably loud. Loud enough that when a certain Samuel Kirk comes down to demand an apology from the two of them, he's startled into stopping well before he can bang on the door and ruin this moment.

He hisses a few choice swears in whispered vitriol. Jim's got no idea, of course. His entire world is Spock leaning over him with that soft look on his face. On the rock of their hips together, the twisting coil of warmth in Jim's guts that he lives for.

"God, fuck! Yes~!"