“This is how you should look,” Jim pants, already hard again in what Spock deems a human excess, but one which he will indulge. “All fucked and loved with the bruises to prove it.”
Dirty talk, Jim calls it. An acquired taste, Sulu had explained, but Spock had acquired it from nowhere.
“Look at your cock,” Jim’s breath is hot against his ear; his words are quiet. “All thick and slick from your own cum, it fits so well inside of me, fills me up.”
Jim’s hand moves lazily over the penis in question, palming it up against Spock’s belly.
“Your ball are so round and tight, I bet they could fill me till I was dripping for days Spock, I know you can cum again.” Jim’s other hand picks up his wrist and guides it to his mouth. “Suck your fingers for me, Spock. Suck them like you’re sucking my dick.”
He opens his mouth and his first two fingers slip in. It’s a fetish - or rather, a Vulcan characteristic - that he would never have shared out of embarrassment, but it took Jim only one round of sex to figure it out.
He sucks, wet and sloppy, tonguing between his fingers and scraping his teeth over the pads.
When they’re wet enough, Jim pulls them from his lips and pushes the hand down between Spock’s own legs.
“Finger yourself for me, Spock, split yourself open.”
Spock can only groan at the sensation of his anus stretching over his fingers, at the hunger in Jim’s gaze as he watches his hole intently. Jim pushes his own, dryer finger between Spock’s, stretching him suddenly and pushing his fingers out against his walls.
“You’re gonna keep those fingers in there whilst I suck your dick.” Jim tells him, and he nods.
Jim’s tongue slides, rough and wet around his head, and Spock’s sphincter constricts suddenly around his fingers.
He can barely move them, Jim does most of the work as he swallows him down, working a second finger in so that Spock is stretched to over-full and pushing until he can stroke his prostate.
Spock cries out, the kind of sound he loves hanging on Jim’s lips, but those lips are oh so busy and he can’t bear for this to stop, even to hear Jim’s sweet voice.
He whimpers as it becomes too much, the constant spasming of his hole making his fingers slide against smooth insides and Jim’s rough pads.
Spock finds himself begging, for the first time in his life. He cannot take it, needs to spill down Jim’s throat; paradoxically, it is so good that he simultaneously tries to push himself down and scramble away. “Please…! Jim!”
Jim hums his satisfaction around the cock in his mouth and his fingers dance against that one sweet spot.
Spock kicks back against the bed as his balls tighten and his fingers curl involuntarily as his whole body twitches around them, feels Jim sucking ejaculate from his tip, cheeks hollow, tongue sliding into slit.
He pulls his fingers out of himself as Jim gives his penis one last kiss and pulls away.
“You ready?” Jim says as he sits back on his haunches, his own cock hard and leaking. He sits between Spock’s spread, shaking thighs, ready for another round.
Spock can barely breathe, even in the oxygen rich air of the Enterprise, but he nods, consciously willing the blood to stay inside his penis despite even the idea of more stimulation now being terrifying.
It’s too much, too soon, being stretched again around Jim’s erection. He’s barely wet enough to take it and the friction against his prostate is almost unbearable; he arches and cries out, again, tears springing to his eyes.
Jim sets a fast pace, battering him inside and out, and Spock’s eyes roll back into his head. He can feel himself spasming as a dry orgasm is fucked out of him, gasping and moaning in time with Jim.
Then he feels Jim’s mouth on the fingers he’d had inside himself, sucking and licking and filthy, and there is nothing Spock can do but to lie there and shake and tremble and scream. Pleasepleaseplease! What is he begging for? He’s already coming, the head of his cock is already glistening with a few pathetic beads of semen. PleasepleasepleaseJimplease!
Jim burns him with a rush of human-hot cum of his own, his moans rough and broken, and carries on thrusting until he collapses on top of him.
Spock whimpers one last time before forcing himself to find composure; it is not an easy task with the feel of Jim’s penis softening inside of him.
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