Spock hovers over Jim, tracing his fingers over every inch of his skin. Where he places Vulcan kisses, human kisses follow. Behind Jim's ear, the nape of his neck, down his back.
Jim in on his belly on the bed, head resting on his folded hands, radiating utter contentment as Spock worships him.
When he reaches the pleasing roundness of Jim's posterior, Spock kisses each cheek, and then pauses for a moment, considering.
He nuzzles against Jim, wondering whether Jim would be appreciative of use of his mouth. Spock thinks of Jim’s enthusiasm when it comes to using his own mouth upon Spock, and decides he probably would.
Still. He would never do anything without being sure. “Jim, are you averse to me performing oral stimulation to your posterior?”
“Good god, Spock,” Jim laughs. “I’ll never say no to that.” He raises his rear in encouragement. “Go on, Spock, use your tongue on me.”
Spock needs no other urging. He spreads Jim open and kisses him, the action not embarrassing him the way it might have before Jim taught him how good this could feel. Jim gives him such pleasure, over and over, gives of himself and his time, gives Spock everything. If Spock can bring Jim even a fraction of the pleasure that Jim makes Spock feel, he will consider it time well spent.
Jim wiggles and pants as Spock works him, getting him wet and loose. “Oh, Spock, oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, reaching back behind him, straining to brush his fingers through Spock’s hair. “So good.”
Spock keeps licking him until Jim is boneless and gasping into the pillow, Jim's hole and Spock's face a mess of saliva.
He rubs Jim's entrance gently with his thumb, playing with the idea of pushing in but not doing so. Not without permission. "Jim, do you wish for more?"
Jim pushes up into his hand. "Yes, Spock. Put it in," he urges.
Spock thinks of feeling Jim's warm tightness around his sensitive fingers and exhales more shakily than any Vulcan should. They haven't done this together yet.
Jim has never said he would not want to be penetrated. It is merely that, once they discovered how enjoyable it was for the both of them when Jim 'topped' (human vernacular; Spock thinks phrasing it as such is illogical, as much of the time he is in fact on top of Jim, controlling the depth and speed of penetration), they stuck with it whenever they had enough time to indulge in penetration. It is a most time consuming act, and therefore quite impractical.
Life on the ship being what it is, that is not often. At least seventy percent of the time, they mutually pleasure each other orally and with hands.
Hands are very important to Spock.
Now however, Spock is contemplating penetrating Jim, and he finds the idea appealing. Not as appealing as having his fingers within him, however.
He circles Jim's entrance with his index finger. The saliva left behind from his oral stimulation is quickly drying up. They require more lubrication.
Jim's muscles move in a fascinating manner under Spock's hands as he stretches out to the table by the bed, retrieving their lubricant. He hands it back to Spock and settles back into position, pushing his ass up again eagerly.
Spock coats his fingers in the slick substance, rubbing more on the outside of Jim's hole before he pushes one finger gently into Jim.
At once he is shocked by the way it feels, how hot Jim is inside, the way he tightens upon Spock's finger several times before taking a deep breath and making himself relax.
Spock moans, bends closer to observe the stimulating sight of his finger inside Jim. "Are you well, Jim?" he manages.
"Mmm." Jim peers over his shoulder at Spock, licks his lips. "Feels good, Spock."
Jim is accepting Spock's finger beautifully. He enjoys the sensation of something inside him even without his prostate being stimulated. Speaking of which...
Spock twists his finger, reaching, but he can't quite touch Jim's prostate, so he applies more lubricant and pushes his middle finger in alongside his index.
The moan Jim makes at the additional stretch assures Spock that Jim is enjoying himself. He wants to feel Jim, in every way.
Laying himself along Jim's back, he moves his fingers and finally touches Jim's prostate. A full body shiver wracks Jim, and Spock can feel it, pressed so close to him. He kisses Jim's neck, strokes his cheek with his free hand.
"I wish to share a meld with you, Jim," he whispers as he moves his fingers gently within Jim's body. "May I?"
"Ah, Spock," Jim moans. "Yes, do it. Meld with me."
He presses his hand to Jim's face, dropping his mental shields and opening his mind to Jim's.
Jim's mind is lovely, vibrant, utterly bursting with life and energy. He is delighted to have Spock's mind in his, embracing him eagerly and pulling him further in, inviting Spock without words to share his thoughts and sensations.
Spock can feel everything that Jim can, the feeling of fingers inside him, the weight of a heavy, beloved body laying over him. In turn, he can give his feelings to Jim, all of it forming together in a feedback loop of pure pleasure and love.
Gasping for breath in tandem, Jim begs, Please, one more, and Spock stretches Jim further with another finger, curling and stroking Jim's insides, shaking head to toe with the pure pleasure they're sharing.
They come together in a burst of joy and sensation so bright, they find themselves temporarily stunned, the meld going quiet.
Jim finally stirs, stretching slightly, flexing around the fingers still inside him, the sensitivity of his hole making him sigh. Then he projects the sensation of how messy he's become, his own wetness on his belly and thighs and the blanket below, and Spock's semen on the backs of his legs, his rear, and his lower back.
Not quite up to speaking aloud yet, and wanting to stay in the intimacy and comfort of the meld a little longer, Spock says, I apologize for making such a mess of you, ashaya.
I wasn't complaining, Jim answers, a little "aah" noise escaping him as Spock removes his fingers gently.
Spock does not feel entirely regretful. Jim is exceedingly pleasing, covered in their combined fluids, a visual reminder of the release they found together.
Jim's amusement is as clear to Spock as if he'd felt it himself. Glad you're enjoying me covered in come. Maybe next time we'll manage to get a little further and it'll be inside me.
Spock's insides twist in an attempt to become aroused again. It's too soon, even for a Vulcan with mastery over his body.
Jim always has been able to defy the laws of nature, but even with his tempting t'hy'la at hand, Spock needs time.
"Later, Spock," Jim promises, already snuggling close to Spock with the intent to sleep. "When we wake up, you can penetrate me."
The meld slipped gently away, but Spock’s shields are still down, and through their skin to skin contact, Jim's imagining of the moment (Spock stretching him so wide around his cock, Jim full almost to the point of too much, but it's so good, feels so good to take Spock into his body like that) is transferred to him.
Spock is suddenly wide awake, his body valiantly trying to prove him wrong about needing time.
Jim is already asleep and snoring softly.
There's no one awake to witness Spock's small sigh as he pulls Jim against his body and resigns himself to simmer with arousal until Jim has had sufficient rest.
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