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GIFT MEME

you know the story: a bow, some wrapping paper, and a surprise in wait for someone. does anyone ever read these prologues when there are prompts available?

H O W T O P L A Y
1. Respond to this post with your character(s)--be sure to note any preferences you may have on giving/receiving!
2. When replying, RNG 1-12 for your gift.
3. Start tagging!

O P T I O N S
01 — the special occasion's gift. 'tis the season -- valentine's, birthday, or otherwise! you're basically obligated to get them something.
02 — the belated gift. so it's definitely a special day for the two of you -- you just don't remember what. luckily, it's the quality of your present that matters, right?
03 — the passive-aggressive gift. you're not mad. you just really felt the need to buy your unbelievably allergic friend a cat for no reason.
04 — the actually aggressive gift. you hate this person. but punching them in the face is really a gift to the world -- doesn't that count for anything?
05 — the joke gift. everybody knows laughter's the best present. just because nobody else laughs at the whitewash-bucket-over-the-door trick anymore doesn't mean this person won't!
06 — the gift of affection. maybe they did a good job with something! time to show your appreciation while conserving your budget and dispense one headpat. maybe two.
07 — the worst wingman ever gift. whether it's a pair of socks, teaching the skill of making snake straws, or pledging to serve as the wingman they so desperately need, you are not improving their life. oh well.
08 — the gift of time. maybe they're working too hard, spending their hours with the wrong friends, or just prioritising silly things. whatever the case, you're here to give them your time -- never mind any other plans they may have had today.
09 — the courting gift. have you even confessed yet? eh, who cares. clearly bribery's the best way to express your feelings.
10 — the gift to yourself. so you just bought a tea-set for a coffee person, wrapped a vacuum for your new housemate, or bribed someone at the dmv to pass along a sparkling driver's license just when you need a patsy to drive you around town! has anybody ever told you what a good friend you are?
11 — the half-wrapped gift. whatever you were preparing to give them, they just walked in on the middle of you getting busy with five rolls of wrapping paper. quick, guy, explain.
12 — the all-purpose gift. either you're regifting a spare toaster or you've realised there weren't enough options on this meme. invent away!

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"We have time, Ashayam," he reminds him, reaching down to take Jim's hand in his own and hold it tight. "You will be granted other opportunities, I am certain." He pulls Jim's hand to his lips and presses a kiss against his open palm before releasing it and letting Jim get back to his work. His head falls back to the bed, a slow exhale issuing out between his lips as he looks up to the ceiling for a second. But then his eyes are back on Jim. On his future husband undoing his trousers.

And he can't help the small smile it causes him.

"And I do love you," he reminds. His eyes warmer than before and not with lust, this time. "Your husband loves you more than he thought possible. He has carried a ring with him for days, trying to find the opportune moment to present itself to make that fact clear." He's still smiling.

"Your husband," he repeats. He'll be saying it to himself for days, he's certain. "He is...immeasurably fortunate that you feel the same way toward him. And will never take that fact for granted."

"Promises, promises," he says with a grin that makes it clear he's not at all serious. Palm and fingers brush across his lips when Spock lets go of his hand, a touch as loving as it is teasing. Electricity seems to travel up from his fingertips and all the way up to his brain, lighting sparks of pleasure.

Oh, damn him. He'll never stand to have his hands touched by anyone else again, not like this.

"Sounds like my husband who loves me was getting cold feet," he teases, grinning lopsidedly as he gets Spock's pants off of him. His hands sink to the mattress to both of Spock's sides, hovering above him, leaning down just enough to press a kiss near the edge of his ribcage.

Then his lips move lower, kissing and lingering where he can feel Spock's heart beating loudly. "I love you, Spock. I love that you got nervous, even if you didn't have to." Even if he might not admit it.

"You could have any romantic partner you wished for, Jim," he explains patiently, carding fingertips though Jim's hair. "It is logical to appreciate that fact and compare it to my own relative worth in a comparative sense. I was aware that you loved me and that your accepting was...probable. But there was always the chance that you would have realized we are...mismatched." A fear he hold, even now. Likely will till the day he dies.

Jim was gold. He was the sun. Who was Spock to lay claim to someone like him? When Jim could make every head in a room turn, every heart fall for him? It was like trying to hold light in your hands; inevitably, it would escape.

But not for now.

He lets his fingertips fall into Jim's psi-points with practiced ease. The steady, secure pulse of his mind behind it soothing in a way he would never be able to describe to another person. It was like coming home, over and over again. A meshing of souls as much as minds.

"I appreciate you have, as of yet, not come to this determination. And I endeavor to assure myself that you will never have reason to."

Jim's lips stop, his cheek resting lightly against Spock's side, feeling his heart drumming away. His eyes flicker up at the words, though, paying close attention, smile fading a little at what Spock says.

That's not what he wants, at all. He doesn't want Spock to ever feel like he's somehow less, or that Jim is or ever was out of his reach, because that couldn't be farther from the truth. If anything it had felt to him like it was the other way around for a good while, but now? Now, they're together. Not just that— they're one.

"Spock," he starts, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles before dropping it, fingers threading through Spock's own. "We're not mismatched. It's the opposite, like... like those puzzle pieces that fit together. One fills in where the other lacks, and they're only a perfect match to each other."

Both his hands cup Spock's, and he lets all his feelings rise up to the surface like a sweeping tide. "You make me whole, Spock. I could never think otherwise. To separate now would be like tearing out a part of myself."

It is precisely how he feels, as well, but said in a way that sound so much more beautiful from his lover. "Jim," he breathes gently, tugging up on his hand to pull his fiance over his body to kiss him properly. His puzzle piece. Yes. Yes, that was exactly what they were. Perhaps even from the start.

"Ashayam. You are...consistently a surprise, to me. Especially in the moments I believe that I have your character fully understood." He kisses him again, the heat between their bodies adding to the moment as emotions bleed where the skin touches. Jim's love and devotion washing over him like a wave. Drowning him in nothing else for a long, long minute.

And then he's pulling back, looking up at Jim with smoldering eyes. "You...make me whole, as well. A part I can never be without. And never would wish to be."

"Good," Jim murmurs between kisses, letting his body settle on top of Spock's for a little while, hips shifting to slowly grind against him while they're close. "I hate being predictable."

Even to the man he loves, even to the one that knows his mind and soul so intimately, and in so many ways. There's no fun to it if every thought, word and action of his can be guessed, predicted, expected. And he does like to surprise Spock with sweet words sometimes, see the way his expression warms and melts into something gentle and touched, filled with emotion.

"And you'll never be. That's my promise to you," he leans in and kisses his cheek, then his jaw, finally traveling back down to where he was before, lips finding their way past Spock's ribcage and across his stomach. He's a man on a mission, so to say, and despite that brief pause he's still intent on following through with his plan.

Spock leans back, letting Jim get back to his master plan, here. His hand strokes down his hair, over to his neck and then back up again, ruffling the gold strands. At the gentle touches his back arches up, toward Jim, his mouth opening in a soft exhale as they get back to what really matters, here.

"Jim," he gasps, overcome with the tenderness and the promise of more still to come. Still high off the words they shared and the truth of their commitment warm and pressing into his skin where Jim's hand was. Unable to bear the separation for long, Spock reaches out and tugs that hand into his own, fingertips stroking over his lover's. Then, almost on autopilot, seeking out the ring as well. Toying with it tenderly as Jim goes about his work.

Jim's hand slides back up at the faintest tug, fingertips pressing against Spock's, thumb brushing across his palm. His lips curve into a faint smile when Spock touches the ring, his head tipping just enough that he can look up at him, mouth still planting a trail of soft warm kisses down to his navel, nose brushing against the patch of hair there.

It's sweet, and Jim can't help a wave of warm affection spreading through him at the way Spock keeps reaching for the ring, even without being aware of it. His other hand slides up Spock's leg, thumb swiping across his inner thigh, fingers gently brushing along his length before they slowly move to cup the girth in a very loose hold. Just enough to keep him in place as he tips his head down and licks him just once, from root to tip, pressing his tongue there for a second before pulling away.

Spock lets out a hiss of air, eyes shutting tight as he tries to just relax through the touch of smooth, hot, human tongue against his erection. Jim knows how to torture him. Just like he knows how to torture Jim, in return. With a low groan, Spock reaches down to thread fingers through Jim's hair. A caress more than anything else as he looks at his future husband with lust and love in equal measure.

"If you intend to satisfy me alone, I will be immensely displeased." Well. Not really, of course. He's sure that Jim will please him until his voice is strained. But that was not what he had planned for the evening. Not for his first evening with his fiance. He tugs a bit on Jim's hair, urging him back up his body. "There are supplies in the usual location," he reminds, looking meaningfully at the night table beside them.

Well luckily this time it's his turn to inflict some sweet torture on Spock, and he doesn't plan on stopping or moving on until he wants to. When Spock tries to urge him back up, he just shakes his head, swatting lightly at one of his hands as he wraps his lips around the head of his cock and sucks hard and only once, then pulls away.

"I seem to recall you have an impressive recovery period," he murmurs warmly against the tip of Spock's erection, planting soft kisses against it as he looks up at him again. "Thought we could make use of that tonight."

He lets out a low, ugly sound that's probably music to Jim's ears. His fiance was going to be the death of him. And he was probably immensely pleased for that fact. "Jim," he begs, not sure what he wants but it's probably just 'More'. He always wants more when it comes to his lover. Eyes closing for a second, he steadies himself just a bit and then looks back down at Jim where he's situated, between his legs.

"I will remind you," he says, more amused than anything else. Other than, maybe, sexually frustrated. "My refractory period may be greatly reduced, in comparison to humans. However. Upon frequent climax, you will find my stamina correspondingly increased." He smirks, openly. "I would, therefore, ask you to proceed at your own peril."

Boy, is it music to his ears. In fact Jim finds himself suppressing a too wide grin at the sound, and it ends up just being a slightly broader than usual smile. The way his own name comes out more like a plea than anything only encourages him, and he laps his tongue across the head of Spock's cock, lips wrapping tight and sucking again before pulling away.

"Hmm, then you'll just have to make sure I can keep up somehow," he purrs against the side of his cock, feeling a jolt of pleasure roll down his spine at the mere thought of Spock driving him to exhaustion, then continuing to overstimulate him even long after he's tired and completely spent. Not the first time he's done it, and damn if Jim doesn't love the thought of it happening again.

So yes, he will gladly take that chance. Shifting a little, he mouths along the side of his erection, going down to the base and licking one of his balls, then pressing his tongue fully against the underside of the length, he trails back up slowly. Taking the head into his mouth again, this time he bobs his head down and takes a little more of him into his mouth, adding a teasing suck as he draws back up.

Spock lets out a growl, fisting a hand into Jim's hair as he fights the urge to arch up into the heat. Jim is going to regret this. He's going to regret issuing out a challenge like that. Or, perhaps, he won't.

The past few times that he had finished a few times before Jim, the other man had been rather pleased with the resulting, punishing intercourse that followed. Jim gasping and panting for relief where none was to be found. His climax pulled from him and then overlooked as Spock continued his ministrations, making sure he wasn't the only one with multiple orgasms, that evening. No matter how exhausted that made his human lover.

Spock hums low at the memory, it only fueling the heat in his stomach. Only adding to the threat of him losing control long before he had originally planned to. His grip is tighter in the gold strands. A bit more urgent as it moves with Jim's new bobbing movement. Urging and encouraging it in small measures. "Jim," he warns a second before his hips twitch upwards. Just ever so slightly. A second later, he is wrangling them back to the mattress, fighting with himself to keep himself there.

"You will regret this," he warns again, sounding a great deal more amused at the prospect. "You...will regret this, very soon."

The threat of complete exhaustion is more like a promise to Jim. A sweet and tempting promise that Jim's all too glad to work towards, and if for that the only thing he has to do is tease Spock and get him to come a little too fast, then there's literally no downside to the whole thing.

Jim hums around Spock, the sound traveling like a vibration across his cock as he moves lower still, taking more into his mouth. He doesn't pause nor discourage Spock when his hips shift, although he doesn't urge him into doing it again, not just yet anyway. First he moves lower, wraps his lips tighter while relaxing the best he can, closing his eyes as he bends lower until he feels the head of his cock press against the back of his throat.

He doesn't linger there for long, the girth a little too much for him to get used to so easily, but soon enough, more out of stubborn insistence than anything else, he does it again, relaxing his throat the best he can manage and swallowing around the head. His eyes flicker open, dark and intent and possibly even challenging, as he tightens his mouth around the length but doesn't move back up.

If Spock wants to make him regret this later on, then by all means. He'll gladly welcome it.

The tight heat is excruciating. It's enough that he's on the edge of his climax even before he looks down at the man causing it. But then, looking down and seeing Jim's heated gaze looking back at him, he's undone. The intention behind them. The knowledge and the planning behind this plan. Spock's head tilts back as his mouth opens into a small 'o', and he shudders as he releases, right down Jim's throat. It takes a few moments for it to pulse through him. And, afterwards, he is gasping oxygen into his lungs, staring at his lover and clearly doing a little planning of his own.

Spock reached down, pulling Jim off of him as he rubs his thumb over the corner of his mouth, just in case. "You will certainly be regretting that," he says, darkly amused. He pushes Jim back, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking it back for his neck to be marked. Bites and love-bites and gentle kisses peppering the thin skin as he works his way up, all the way to that rounded ear.

"You will not sit, tomorrow," he promises. And with that, Spock grabs Jim and pushes him onto the mattress, face down. "How many orgasms do you believe yourself capable of, tonight?"

Jim moans around the thick head of his cock when he comes, eyes closing and a shiver rolling down his spine as he feels the thick cum hit the back of his throat and slide right down. It takes him a moment and a few steadying breaths to not choke on it, and inhaling calmly through his nose, he works the muscles of his throat around the girth, milking Spock for all he has, all the while sucking him clean and swallowing him down to the last drop.

When Spock pulls him off of him, he follows along easily, mouth pulling from his cock with a wet sound, licking at his parted lips as his dark gaze lingers on his face. "Doubt it," he lets out with a crooked grin, gasping when Spock's fingers curl into his hair and tug hard. His eyes slide closed and he sighs, breathing labored as Spock marks the skin of his neck with bites and kisses.

As for that promise, well... that's certainly enticing for Jim. He lets out a surprised sound as Spock pushes him face down onto the mattress, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips as he stretches his arms up above his head, fisting the sheets. Damn, Spock really sucks at relinquishing control. "No idea. Guess we better find out."

Spock is still feeling slightly boneless from his recent climax, but he leans over Jim and starts kissing from the base of his skull down to his tailbone, all the same. Jim feels incredible, beneath him. Familiar now, as he should be. Spock works his trousers off carefully, caressing the skin as he pulls them off and then presses another kiss to Jim's tailbone before going to get the supplies they will need.

At a time, he had thought this distasteful. But he'd gotten over that feeling the first time he slipped his fingers inside Jim and heard that broken, gorgeous noise he had made. And the first time he brought Jim to climax this way, he'd forgotten what objection he'd ever had in the first place.

Now, the act is almost routine, but Spock takes all the care he normally would. Making sure he has almost too much lubricant on his fingers and then, slowly starting to slip a single finger inside to work him open.

"Perhaps this should be the first time?" He isn't smirking, but there is teasing laughter in the words all the same as he turns his finger with precision and aims right where he knows Jim would like. "I do believe it fair, considering I have preceded you once, already."

Jim sighs deeply, relaxing further underneath Spock. Having been together so long, Jim's more than familiar with how passionate and unpredictable Spock can be when he pressed just the right buttons. Something that doubtlessly annoyed the stoic Vulcan at first, but frankly Jim couldn't care less. He loves knowing how easily he can get to Spock, and in situations like this, it's wonderful to receive the rewards of his efforts.

The pause between that last kiss and Spock returning to where Jim is kneeling on the bed is almost enough to draw a complaint from him, but he just breathes deeply, knees spreading wider apart when he feels Spock shifting behind him again. The single finger pushing into him still catches him by surprise, and he chokes on a gasp, hips rolling back against Spock's hand almost instantly.

"Fuck!" His breath turns quickly into a moan when Spock's finger shifts, the brush against his prostate making his whole body tense and tremble beneath him. "Yeah... do it. Make me come."

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