28If Spock's quarters had been a desert and his pillow a rock, Kirk was almost certain he'd have cracked his skull. But it was not a desert, nor was Spock's pillow a rock, but that didn't make the sweltering heat any less intense or the impact of his body smacked against the bed any less painful. He was choking on thin air. Or, perhaps, he was suffocating on the combination of Spock's tongue down his throat and the tense, trembling grip of the Vulcan's powerful hand clasped tightly over his throat. Dying never felt so good.
Kirk's sweat-slicked body writhed beneath his partner, who's thirsty skin drank the perspiration like dry sand to water. Spock was practically swimming through salty, hot waves of human moisture, his body moving in ways he didn't know could move, straining his agile, thin muscles to squirm over his captain, all to soak in that sticky, cool liquid which fed his internal fire and cooled the external blazing of his flushed skin.
With his mouth latched firmly onto his partner's rosy, moist lips, Spock moved a leg between his captain's thighs to rub the delicate, sensitive package. Kirk couldn't help but gasp a little louder than intended and subconsciously question the validity of the Vulcan's prior sexually experience, but the thought of Spock with another made him bite back forcefully. Spock growled hungrily into the kiss.
"God, Spock...you're really hot." Kirk tried to say lightly, his head tilting back into the pillow, but his laughter was anxious. He desperately wanted to tell Spock how badly he wanted his Vulcan dick inside him, but there was an uncharacteristic timidity holding him back from screaming it out. The feral part of him wanted nothing more than to grind and fuck, but the gentle nipping of Spock's teeth on the tender skin below his ear brought forth a more fundamental instinct. His heart aflutter, his hips continued to buck into his commander's scorching skin.
Spock's soft fingers moved like snakes up Jim Kirk's chest, resting only for a second to linger over perked nipples before coming to a complete stop atop a pair of red, bitten lips. Without any hesitation, Kirk sucked in the warm, thin digits, sliding his tongue from base to tip, lavishly coating the spongy skin with his slick saliva. He watched intently as Spock's eyes rolled back, his back arching and his mouth dropping open to sound a loud, feverish moan. Kirk found himself moaning along with him.
The friction between their grinding hips was no longer pleasureful, it was searing agony. Kirk widened his mouth, allowing Spock to quickly remove his two, slimy, slick digits. He arched back and spread is legs, motioning silently for Spock to proceed. Spock shuddered. His eyes dropped, falling to focus on the tight hole shining with sweat. Slowly, he lowered his fingers to the slick entrance, swirling them softly, teasing the sensitive flesh. Jim sighed desperately.
"Do it." He mumbled, biting his lip. His legs squeezed around Spock's body in some clumsy attempt to pull him closer. Obediently, Spock let both, not one, of his first two fingers slip forcefully into the tight canal. Kirk groaned so passionately, it was deafening. Spock breathed deeply as he settled his fingers and calmed his arousal. His brown eyes flickered upward to meet his captains, who, through a slitted-gaze, panted feverishly and mouthed the words "fuck me". Spock was happy to comply.
His fingers pumped frantically, without rhythm. He sought his captain's moans foremost, but the thrilling new sensation around his perceptive fingers was equally as enticing. He curved them curiously, earning new screams of approval with each twist and push. Before long, he found his other hand grasping around his own balls, feeling the long-forgotten satisfaction of self-pleasuring. He pursed his lips as he shakily removed both hands to position them tightly with a sticky grip over Kirk's tense thighs.
In a single, swift motion, he forced his swollen cock into the slick, loosened opening and wasted no time pulling out to thrust in again. He may of screamed, but his voice became lost in his partner's fervent wails. Kirk's moans were intoxicating. Spock shut his eyes as he listened to their monotonous tone as it reverberated off the cabin walls. His pointed ears could pick up every frequency of the rising and falling of delirious cries and every hushed, whispery demand and note of approval. He forced his weight forward, tilting Jim's knees further toward the bed, granting him the openness he desperately required.
"Nnn...Spock, yeah...Uhnn." Kirk grabbed at the sheets, tearing them from their neat placement. "Harder...please." He cried. He bit down on his lip hard and rocked his hips against Spock's pounding thrusts.
"You do not have to beg, Captain. I will indubitably give you all of me." Spock moaned deeply, his head falling forward to nip lightly at Kirk's chin. Kirk grinned weakly.
"Only you could pronounce a 5-syllable word during sex, Spock." His arms rose to wrap loosely around the Vulcan's neck.
Spock panted into Kirk's ear. "There is not a word in the English language that equally expresses my earnest desire to please you."
Kirk ran his tongue over the tip of Spock's pointed ear, tasting the unfamiliar and oddly-shaped cartilage of his Vulcan friend. "Is there a Vulcan word for it?" Kirk asked softly. He let a hand trail slowly from the base of Spock's neck down the prominent vertebrae of his arched back to the pointed tip of his tailbone and back up again. Spock could not suppress a shiver from the delicate touch.
"You would not like it." He muttered. His hands gripped Kirk's hair, tilting his head upward so his mouth could suck little kiss under the jaw. "It has ten syllables."
Kirk chuckled and sighed simultaneously. "Then harder, Mr. Spock. Indubitably."
Spock did not need any further orders to again initiate the driving thrusts, only this time, he reduced his control by 47%.
"Ahh fuck...yes, right theerrrr- aaaa!"
Spock grabbed his captain's shoulders, letting his body weight and abdominal strength work for him. His repressed grunts became more prevalent as he again, for the 3rd time that hour, began to feel the pulsing tug of an impending orgasm.
He wasn't sure about humans, but even in the intimate bonds of intercourse, there still lacked a connection. It was a mental connection, a melding of minds, partner to partner. It was a sharing of pleasures that completed the intercourse. Spock's Vulcan blood ached for this mental connection with Jim, but he hesitated. This act was, without question, taboo. Forbidden. Establishing the threads of the bond of marriage but not carrying through with the ceremony was, well, unknown to him. Spock tried to ignore his culture's customs. He wanted to only think of Jim. Of them. Coming together, minds as one.
"Jim..." He mumbled into the captain's ear. Kirk moaned in reply, not aware Spock was asking him a question.
"My mind...to your mind..." He panted. It did not take even a moment for Kirk to reply.
"Do it." He sighed. "Please. Do it."
Still, Spock hesitated. His focus returned to his aching length buried deep inside his captain. He began to estimate the arrival of his orgasm, but his body was not as predictable as he had imagined. Emotions were, as he was taught long ago, unpredictable, therefore...illogical. He bit back the nagging thought. He was going to come and Jim and he would be as one. To hell with custom.
Spock leaned in rest his forehead again his captains. It was wet, cool and moist. But it was what was under this skin that tempted Spock the most. He lowered a hand to lightly touch the side of Kirk's face.
He wordlessly unshielded his thoughts from their barred cage and allowed them to flow freely into the disorganized, emotionally-ravaged mind of Jim Kirk. To hold back particular thoughts required an effort he did not desire. He gave him everything.
Kirk's trembling sighs caught in his throat as he began to sense the disorienting impression of being turned inside out. However, despite the growing lack of individuality, Kirk felt no fear of loosing himself inside the maze of his commander's complex mind. In fact, at every corner, he found a piece of himself. He grinned with assurance. So this was Spock's mind. Layered, organized, not surprising in the slightest, except maybe the whirl of emotions being swept up in their bonding, knocking Kirk slightly aside and further loosening his grip on his self. He was loosing himself in the storm.
"Jim..." Spock muttered. His fingers slid to tighten over Kirk's tense shoulders. He groaned deeply as he began moving again, rocking his hips steadily, finding their mutual rhythm. Slick muscles were tightening around Spock's dripping length, tugging, pulling him deeper than before. His body quivered, overwhelmed with the filling sensation. Moaning softly, he slipped his hand to brush against Kirk's. He could hear Kirk whimper beneath him.
"I had no idea my science officer was such a romantic." Kirk murmured. Spock was unfazed by such a comment. He expected no-less than a smart ass remark like that from Jim at some point. His captain had again proven to be reliable in all instances. Indubitably. He kept his tongue between his teeth and continued pumping his hips.
"Ahhh Spock..." Kirk rolled his hips to meet each heavy thrust. "Ah, god, right there!"
"Louder." Spock wanted to scream, as if Kirk's voice in his head wasn't already deafening enough. Instead, Kirk got another chilling telepathic message, urging him to moan like a bitch. And yes, Spock had knowingly phrased it that way. Tossing his head back into the pillow, Kirk gave him that moan he sought. He curved his exhausted body as he came and at last, beneath all that heat, he melted.
"Fuck...yeah, ah Spock!" His fingernails dug sharply into Spock's shoulders. Kirk latched his claws in tightly. "Mine." Spock shivered at the mental designation. "Yours."
"...Jim!" The control he vaguely prided himself in amounted to very little now as his muscles spasmed. His body contorted, stiffening as he came inside his partner; his captain. Grunting, he fell forward, trembling feverishly, his orgasm still pounding through his core. His eyes squeezed shut as he rode out the remainder of his climax.
Jim Kirk would of liked to lay there for hours, but honestly, he was literally going to die at this point from the blasted heat. He cursed himself for getting sexually involved with a being that thrived in sweltering temperatures. Somehow, he knew Spock understood this as he prematurely began to demount and settle aside. Kirk wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before it could drip into his eye and rolled on to his side.
"I knew I should of invited you to my quarters instead." He said, pushing himself up with a huff.
Spock tilted his head. "Most understandable, Captain. The temperature in my quarters is undoubtedly uncomfortable for your species. Perhaps next time, I will meet you in your quarters for your convenience."
Kirk beamed, but turned quickly to hide his grin. "Next time..." He mumbled, stooping to gather his clothes. Honestly, when he arrived earlier, he hadn't imagined there would be a next time. Considered it, possibly, but hadn't thought it through. Next time.
"Is that an inconvenience?" Spock asked. Kirk froze halfway through pulling on his pants. This time, he let Spock see his smile. Quickly, he resumed pulling on his clothes. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he could feel Spock's eyes boring through him.
"Next time." He said as he started toward the door. It swished open, pouring the cool air over Kirk's famished, perspiring body. He stepped out, his hand on the frame as he peered back at Spock still seated on the edge of the bed. "I'll be looking forward to it, Commander." And with that, he departed.
He could of swore he saw, from the corner of his eye as the door swooshed shut, the Vulcan smile.
FIN.
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