One last kiss as Spock's hand drags up and spreads over the center of his chest and then Jim grunts a little as he's Pushed down. Sinking into the mattress a good half-inch or so where he's pinned. It's a pressure against him but it's not too much. It is however every kind of hot. His eyes flit frenetically up to Spock's face and then down though he can't see Spock's hand as it drags down his body. Hooks fingers around his hip where his hand fits so damn perfectly.
Jim sighs to feel Spock moving. And there might have been words. Encouragement, Spock's name...whatever that intent was it's gone.
"..!!" All Jim manages is the smallest of sounds although his mouth is dropped open. It's Spock moaning for the both of them. Spock pistoning into Jim like he needs it to live. The bed creaks beneath them. It's Spock's hand keeping Jim from sliding more than even a little bit and Jim knows now that if he hadn't he'd be slamming into the wall. And that's what Spock had done earlier, Jim realizes all of a sudden. Jim chokes up again. Honest to god sniffles a little. He'd chuckle but he doesn't have the breath to spare.
Does Spock know how ruined Jim is for Life now? How no one ever has treated him even halfway this well? And this is only the first time they've ever fucked.
Oh god, this is only the first time--
"Nnnnnhhh--!!" Jim squirms desperately against Spock, desperate for the blinding pleasure arcing through him. Every thrust jolts up his spine, sends his cock throbbing untouched but Spock is there too again curling fingers around him, teasing the head, stroking him. Every breath he takes fights against the pressure of Spock's hand holding him in place against this onslaught of pleasure. Because Spock is watching him so intently he will see Jim's eyes focus again and flit to meet his when he all but groans out the demand in that low rumble of his.
It's the affection that brings tears to Jims eyes, finally spilling over the sides and down his face. He's not distressed, no. But he is overwhelmed by a love he has never known once in his life. A devotion he has no words to answer for. And he's being planted into Spock's bed while it happens. He tries to talk but it comes out one long run on word. Pleading, begging, demanding relief. Release. For this to never end. But amidst the incoherency Jim does gasp and manage,
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Jim sighs to feel Spock moving. And there might have been words. Encouragement, Spock's name...whatever that intent was it's gone.
"..!!" All Jim manages is the smallest of sounds although his mouth is dropped open. It's Spock moaning for the both of them. Spock pistoning into Jim like he needs it to live. The bed creaks beneath them. It's Spock's hand keeping Jim from sliding more than even a little bit and Jim knows now that if he hadn't he'd be slamming into the wall. And that's what Spock had done earlier, Jim realizes all of a sudden. Jim chokes up again. Honest to god sniffles a little. He'd chuckle but he doesn't have the breath to spare.
Does Spock know how ruined Jim is for Life now? How no one ever has treated him even halfway this well? And this is only the first time they've ever fucked.
Oh god, this is only the first time--
"Nnnnnhhh--!!" Jim squirms desperately against Spock, desperate for the blinding pleasure arcing through him. Every thrust jolts up his spine, sends his cock throbbing untouched but Spock is there too again curling fingers around him, teasing the head, stroking him. Every breath he takes fights against the pressure of Spock's hand holding him in place against this onslaught of pleasure. Because Spock is watching him so intently he will see Jim's eyes focus again and flit to meet his when he all but groans out the demand in that low rumble of his.
It's the affection that brings tears to Jims eyes, finally spilling over the sides and down his face. He's not distressed, no. But he is overwhelmed by a love he has never known once in his life. A devotion he has no words to answer for. And he's being planted into Spock's bed while it happens. He tries to talk but it comes out one long run on word. Pleading, begging, demanding relief. Release. For this to never end. But amidst the incoherency Jim does gasp and manage,
"Loveyou I love you please Spock--!"