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There was a low hiss and a PADD clicked down on the smooth surface of the desk with just the slightest bit more force than was strictly necessary. Jim looked up in surprise at his partner. This was the third outburst in a matter of minutes.
Spock was staring impassively down at the offending PADD, but Jim knew better. By Vulcan standards he might as well have screamed and threw the PADD across the room.
“Why don't you take a break?” Jim said.
Spock was cataloging specimen data for their upcoming trade negotiation. Many of the planet in question's flora was just on the outer edge of human palatability and it was necessary to calibrate their tricorder's precisely. But they had weeks to accomplish this. Spock had no reason to push himself. Not that Jim was any better when he put his mind to something, so he could not judge.
Spock gave him a hard look, picking up the PADD with deliberate care and looking at it primly.
“Perhaps meditate? Come back to it after,” Jim threw out delicately.
To this Spock huffed, but he put down the PADD again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed softly. Jim's heart swelled at this little intimacy, the cracks in Spock's shields he let Jim witness. Jim resisted the urge to go over and pull him into a hug.
“I would prefer to complete this sample-set before I meditate,” Spock said. He went back to work, blinking owlishly at the PADD. He stabbed at it as if it had offended him.
“Why?” Jim asked. This was unlike Spock. He rarely delayed meditation when he was this agitated.
“Because,” Spock gritted out. He declined to look up but Jim could see a light blush that had settled on his high cheekbones and the tips of his ears. His eyes looked especially dark in the muted light of their quarters. They flicked up to Jim's briefly, before sliding away. That feeling of open companionship and soft intimacy that Jim had felt previously swooped down, settling lower in his belly and turning hot and charged.
“You looking for something else then?” Jim drawled. He probed their bond and was met with mirrored heat. This only served to ignite his feelings even more. Spock was horny and that made Jim very interested. But Jim could sense something held Spock back.
“I prefer to finish this work before engaging in any salacious acts. I will not be able to truly…enjoy the experience otherwise.”
Jim could understand this. He also had trouble disengaging with his responsibilities and letting go. “Then meditate for a half an hour and get back to it,” he offered. It was still early enough, Spock could perform his evening meditation, finish his work, and they would still have time to have some fun before they needed to sleep.
“I…will not,” Spock said lamely.
Jim gave him a look of confusion. “I don't understand why not,” he said. “You would finish the work in half the time if you had a clearer head.”
Spock declined to answer, but his face twitched. He looked back down at his work.
“Spock,” Jim said, his tone leaving no room for obfuscation from his partner.
Spock made it 30 seconds before he slammed the PADD down again. “I do not want to engage in any sexual acts until this work is finished. However, I don't wish to meditate either because when we do partake, and I am in this state, it’s more… interesting.”
Oh.
Jim understood. Sex was always better -a lot better- when Spock's shields were weaker. When he was a bit more openly emotional. A bit more ready to really get into it.
Jim was flooded with images of Spock in these times. The way he arched wantonly into Jim's touch with the slightest provocation. How what would normally be squirms and gasps became full body moans. The way his face lay open and bare, pleasure etched into every facet of it; from the line of his eyebrows to the pretty way his mouth formed into a o as he came -multiple times.
The low heat that had been simmering in Jim's belly flared into an open fire. He rose decisively and approached Spock. Captain Jim Kirk- the part of him that made split second decisions- knew just what to do.
He pulled the man's chair out just enough to get under the desk. “Spread your legs,” Jim said briskly, all business now.
“Jim, I already stated I wish to finish this work before we…”
“I know,” Jim cut him off. “I know, Spock. Trust me?” Jim went for his most charming smile.
Spock let out a slow level breath and spread his legs. The trust in those eyes made Jim's heart clench and he gave Spock a reassuring, if not cocky, smile
Jim settled himself comfortably on his knees and laid his head on Spock's firm thigh, centering himself. He took in Spock's subtle scent; federation soap and something dry and spicy, like the sands of Vulcan. Jim's cock twitched, he ignored it, sitting still and calm. Soon enough he felt his heart rate settle and he moved his hands up to the waistband of Spock's trousers. “May I?” He asked.
Spock, who had been staring down at him, his face unreadable again, gave a short nod.
Jim made quick work of the fastenings and gently pulled out Spock's tumescent cock. It was beautifully green and just beginning to leak slick from its double ridges. Jim licked his lips before he opened his mouth and carefully slotted Spock's organ onto it.
Spock gasped and grabbed his hair, rolling his hips into the wet and inviting heat of Jim’s mouth. Jim pulled off and looked up at Spock. The green flush on his cheeks had darked and his mouth was slightly parted. He was beautiful. “Do your work,” Jim urged.
Spock peered at him indignantly but before he could speak, Jim elaborated. “Just do your work. Don't mind me. Sit still and enjoy this. It will help you focus.”
Spock looked at him now like he had grown a second head but he slowly picked up his PADD and looked down at it.
Jim fitted Spock's cock on his tongue once more.
He was overwhelmed by that heavy weight, filling his mouth and dripping sweetness down the back of his throat. His cock throbbed at the feeling, at the spicy scent of his partner, so much more potent now that he was exposed. Jim fought the urge to press the heel of his hand against his groin to relieve the pressure.
Spock himself was not unaffected, his cock thick in Jim’s mouth, slick and dripping. His breathing had increased and his thighs tensed and released as he fought the urge to move. Still his eyes remained on his PADD and soon he relaxed into the feeling of warmth around his most sensitive area. His breathing evened out and his cock became a softer weight in Jim's mouth.
Jim closed his eyes. He kept his body still, his heart rate evening out and his cock losing interest. Jim lost track of time. His world narrowed down to Spock. The scent of the man, the soft tapping of his fingers on his PADD. Jim had always liked doing this with his partners. It wasn't about submission, to him it was an act of service. An act of love.
Jim became aware of a hand gently carding through his hair. A voice filtered into his consciousness. “I have finished my work, Jim,” a familiar voice spoke.
With awareness came a crashing sense of arousal. He had been in between his bondmates legs, touching his cock, tasting him, for how long now? He quickly became erect. Popping off he spoke, “does that mean you are ready to move onto other activities this evening?” He asked.
“Yes, Jim,” Spock sighed, and oh that voice. Spock sounded wrecked.
Jim sucked him down with vigor, licking around Spock’s double ridges and bobbing his head enthusiastically. Jim pulled out all the stops and soon he had Spock gripping his hair tight and gasping half cut off groans and snippets of Vulcan. Jim nudged against their bond and when he felt Spock circle the psi points on his face with his long fingers he poured filth and affirmations into the other man's head in a constant stream like only he could. Spock came with a choked moan that rumbled from his chest like an avalanche.
All and all the thing lasted less than a minute. Jim was elated. He stood and wiped his mouth. “I'm not done with you yet, Mr. Spock,” he said with satisfaction.
Spock looked up at him with fuzzy eyes, his gaze flicked down to the tent in Jim's trousers.
“Perhaps we could start with that,” he said. The bond between them hummed, open and buzzing with potential.
Jim smiled, “my thoughts exactly.”
The pair stood and headed to bed while removing their clothes with the practiced ease and comfort of two people who had been with each other for a long time. Spock folded himself on the bed gracefully and gestured for Jim to join him, patting his own chest as he did so.
Jim eyebrows rose. “What are you saying, Spock?” He asked. Jim had a pretty good idea what Spock was implying with his lazy post coitus gesture, but he wanted to be sure. Or to hear Spock say it. Either way he was not disappointed.
“If you sit on my chest and angle your hips you would be able to penetrate my mouth and use it to achieve climax. As I have already done so, I find I don't wish you to be unfulfilled, T'hy'la.”
Jim shivered with lust as a pulse of pure need shot down his spine to land in his already aching cock. Jim was unsure whether it was from Spock's explicit wording or the sweet endearment he tacked on to the end.
It was rare (though not unheard of) Spock sucked him off, even more rare they did it in this position and Jim didn't wait for him to change his mind. He clambered on top of Spock and balanced lightly on his knees over Spock's upper chest.
With a grunt Spock grabbed the meat of his ass and pulled him forward so he was resting more firmly over the top of Spock's shoulders, his knees bracketing the others head.
“Shit, Spock, are you sure this is ok?” Jim knew Spock’s body was more dense and able to handle his weight easily but it always made him feel nervous. He looked down at his partner. Jim’s breath caught in his throat and a soft smile broke over his face.
Spock's eyes were lidded and his face more open then Jim had seen it since they had last shared pon farr together. Jim could not help but reach forward and run his hands through the inky, soft as a feather, fringe that was tousled across Spock’s forehead, pushing it back and exposing his quirked eyebrow.
“Jim I request that you fuck my mouth,” Spock said. His voice was deep and gravely, hitching in the middle as Jim's fingers drew circles around one of his meld points.
Jim's smile turned fierce. “Of course, Mr. Spock. I can't say no to you.” Jim tilted his hips forward and Spock opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in a parody of Jim's earlier position.
Jim groaned as hot wet heat touched the blunt head of his now weeping cock. He began to ease himself inside Spock’s waiting mouth but Spock took matters into his own hands again and pulled him forward. Jim noise was louder now, more of a deep moan.
The bubbly feeling of their bond sizzled in the back of Jim's brain. At their contact and the fluctuations of Spock's wavering, fucked-through, shields, Jim could pick up a single thought, directed at him. “Use me. Fuck me.”
So Jim did. Slow and careful at first but picking up speed as his orgasm approached, he lost his composure and his need became more acute. Jim could feel the first tinglings deep in the back of his balls and he looked down at Spock.
The man's eyes were closed and his face flushed green. Jim watched the way his cock slid over that bottom lip. Remembered the way that lip felt pinched between his teeth when they kissed. Watched the way his cock was slicked and shining wet from that delicious mouth he so loved to kiss and tease. He went hurtling over the edge with a growl and the image of star lines dancing in his vision.
After Jim came down from the longest and possibly most intense orgasm he had had in years he shifted back off his partner gently, hissing as his over sensitive dick brushed over the nearly invisible stubble on his partner's chin.
“Fuck Spock, that was amazing,” he said. He flopped down and looked Spock over.
He was hard again.
His supine body was flushed green, his mouth and lips shining and puffy from use. Jim groaned. Fuck Spock was hot.
Jim immediately lost all post coitus lethargy and sat up. “Can I ride you?” He asked, liking his lips as he looked Spock over.
Spock nodded, grabbing his hips and bodily lifting him to a straddle position again. “Yes,” Kirk moaned. He loved when Spock got wild.
Neither of them were in their right mind, fucked out and sensation seeking, but they trusted each other. And they had lots of practice in this.
Jim knew he didn't need lube. Spock provided enough with his slick cock. But he still reached back, pumping his partner a few times to gather slick on his fingers before tugging at his hole to loosen and moisten the area. He lined up and sank down slowly, controlling the pace and enjoying that slow feeling of overwhelming fullness.
When he was seated he risked a look at Spock. He looked even more debauched than ever. He was openly panting now, his body a hot line of buzzing arousal, his mind blown wide in Jim’s own, full of love and admiration. “Oh, my God,” Jim whispered. He felt his cock twitch to life a bit.
They moved slowly, looking into each other's eyes. Then fast, giggling, delirious at the feeling of it. They then moved on to powerhouse pounding sex that made Jim very glad the walls were sound proofed.
In the end they ended up sitting in bed, eating replicated pancakes. The hour was not obscenely late but late enough. They shared the wet spot in companionable silence as they ate.