FIC: Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 4/4
Fic: Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 4
Series: How to bag and keep a Vulcan
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Summary: Spock tries to seek relaxation via engaging in sexual congress with various strangers. Jim is jealous and tries to stop him. Epic cock-blocking and hilarity ensues.
Written originally for the st_xi_kink_meme, crossposted at AO3 and at the kirkspock community.
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all just fun and games...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 4
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A/N: Translations for Vulcan expressions are at the bottom of this chapter.
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Jim gapes after the Vulcan. Spock didn’t even listen to him! He had prepared an amazing speech about the dangers of hooking up with strangers and the benefits of monogamy, and also was ready to tell the Vulcan he kinda liked him, and Spock just left. Didn’t get him his ice-pack, either, and now he’s alone and Spock is gone and he doesn’t know where Bones is and his hand hurts. He’d really like to curl up on the floor and cry a little maybe, but he’s James Tiberius Kirk and won’t be stopped by little details like a bruised hand or missing best friends who were supposed to help him or the fact that Spock has left him again, to probably go wank in the bathroom or bend over for those two Klingons that gave him the eye earlier. Also, his inner voice is rambling.
This has to stop. Spock is his, dammit, no one else will ever put their slimy hands on his Vulcan again, no one else will ever get to see Spock in eye-liner and tight pants, Jim will make sure of that. And if he has to drag the Vulcan back to the ship by his hair, he won’t take another minute of this. He’ll tie Spock up and lock him away, if that’s what it takes to make sure the Vulcan won’t try to seduce random strangers ever again.
Jim straightens to his full captainly height and goes looking for his Vulcan.
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Spock is on his hands and knees, wrists tied securely to the bed frame, ass high in the air. An unfamiliar ring surrounds the base of his penis, prohibiting ejaculation, and a thick plastic plug rubs over his prostate with every move he makes. A sharp sound penetrates the air and Spock shudders when the cane hits his ass. With the blindfold covering his eyes he has no way to anticipate when or where the next hit will fall, the suspense adds to his arousal. Until his penis feels heavy and full. It jerks when the cane falls again and Spock moans in abandon.
Spock’s step falters. His penis has expanded and risen, his nipples have drawn up tight. He feels hot and flushed, waves of arousal consume his body, some of it his own, but most belonging to the Betazoid. He is nearing the source of these projections.
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Over there! Spock’s still walking purposefully away from him, but now he seems to stagger. Maybe he’s sick? That would totally excuse why he left in such a hurry. Jim’ll take him back to the ship, tuck him in and take real good care of him. Maybe some vegetable broth or something. But first, he has to catch him.
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The Betazoid is smirking at him. Spock inclines his head in greeting. Talking is superfluous; the Betazoid clearly agrees and shoves Spock against the wall. Spock gasps as wicked teeth worry his neck, the other’s sharp desire tingles across his skin.
“So, I take it you liked that? Didn’t you, little Vulcan?”
“Y-yes.” He stutters and thrusts his pelvis against the other.
“Wanna get out of here?”
Spock gives his own smirk and projects images of how he stretched himself open before leaving the ship, one finger, and two, and three, and four, how he made sure his entrance was relaxed and slick for tonight. The Betazoid moans, loudly, his arousal surges further and Spock is pleased. He lets his hand be taken and follows the Betazoid towards the entrance.
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Devin loves Earth. He came here for a visit to the human part of his family and maybe a little R&R, and what does he find? A Vulcan. An insanely hot Vulcan at that, with long legs and pretty face and a tight little ass. A horny Vulcan, who grinds against him and looks at him with these gorgeous eyes, who has pretty pouty lips and oh, those hips. Devin’s glad his hotel is close by, the Vulcan will look gorgeous bent over the bed, and he can’t wait to sink into that sweet ass.
He pulls the Vulcan along, the other’s arousal strumming along his veins and increasing his own lust. This is gonna be so good. A couple of guys whistle and cheer when they see them, and Devin grins back. Yeah, he bagged that, and tonight is gonna be stuff for legends.
A cute human steps in the way and Devin gives him a saucy wink. Another night he would hit that like burning, but tonight he’s got his hands full. The cute blonde, however, stops directly in Devin’s path and glares at him.
Suddenly he feels like he’s been hit with a mountain. Anger and rage and boiling black jealousy surge through him, he lets go of the Vulcan and staggers back. The blonde is coming closer and Devin retreats further, clutching his head because the other’s mind is a bright flame, threatening to consume him, his anger hurts. He clutches his head, eyes tearing up, face twisted into a grimace, twitching in agony. People start staring, he sees it through water-filled eyes, the human is glaring and pouring of waves of such rage that Devin nearly gags with their force.
“I didn’t know he was taken!” he manages, voice a strained whisper, and flees.
He’ll never make fun of Great Aunt Lola again, because she’s completely right. Humans are possessive like fuck.
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Jim glares after the Betazoid. People are staring and whispering, pointing at him and muttering. Apparently he’s famous now, since he already had to cock-block Spock twice tonight. Good riddance, too, first that fucker Wilkins and now that Betazoid with his stupid mindpowers and stupid orgasms in their heads. Spock is his, dammit!
Speaking of which, a vice-like hand clamps around his wrist and he is being dragged away. Uh-oh.
He stumbles after Spock, almost pulled of his feet by the strength his Vulcan doesn’t care to hide, and runs almost flat into a door before Spock yanks him into a back room and shoves him towards a wall. Jim puts his hands out just in time to avoid bashing his head in.
Spock looks absolutely furious. His eyebrows are drawn together, his dark, dark eyes are blazing and his arms are crossed, his fists balled and knuckles white as if he has to prevent himself from hitting Jim. Spock looks gorgeous, and Jim stares helplessly.
“Captain. I have been exceptionally patient with you these past weeks. However, my patience has its limits. I will not allow your klotaya t’guv-tvi-rivak to continue.”
Irk. Spock’s voice is dark and angry. And he’s bringing out the Vulcan words, which means he’s real pissed.
“You will explain yourself to me, now. Why do you keep interrupting my search for entertainment? This ertaya t’tizh’es can go no further! Aitlu abrukhausu, and you keep thwarting my attempts to find an appropriate candidate! Lok nemut, I name you! James T. Kirk, desist your behavior, because you are making it impossible for me to find my release under the hands of another!”
Jesus. Spock’s breathing heavily, nostrils flaring wide, and he’s never looked hotter. Jim’s dick is standing at attention and he can barely keep from pouncing on Spock, right now. He only got a part of what the Vulcan was saying, but the essential stuff came out loud and clear.
Jim takes a step forward and puts on his most cocky grin. Spock stiffens and glares.
“So what, you wanna get fucked? I can help with that.”
Spock inhales sharply, his pretty eyes widen.
“See, I was jealous. You hitting on all those guys, and you never even saw what was right in front of you.”
Spock opens his mouth. Jim takes another step and clamps a hand over his Vulcan’s lips.
“Shut up, I’m talking now. Seeing you with all those guys, Spock… I really didn’t like that. In fact, I hated it. I hated you throwing all those coy looks, I hated their hands on you, how they touched you and caressed you, I hated how you let them and pressed closer and moaned for them. I hated it, because you belong to me, and nobody gets to touch what’s mine.”
Spock’s eyes are wide and dark, he’s breathing heavily and his soft lips open under Jim’s palm. Both his arms have dropped, hanging by his side, hands opening and closing nervously.
Jim leers and leans closer. “See, you’re mine, and you know it. And now I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. I’m gonna pound your sweet ass now, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, until you’re moaning and begging for it. You like that, don’t you? I know you do.”
And he does, Spock’s erection is digging into his leg, and he grinds his hips against Spock. Jim takes his palm from his Vulcan’s mouth and uses both hands to turn him. He shoves Spock against the wall, and forces his hands above his head. Jim presses close, thrusts his erection against Spock’s leather-clad ass and moves his mouth to his Vulcan’s ear.
“Fuck Spock, you look gorgeous like this. All spread out for me, waiting for me to claim you, and I will. I promise you won’t be able to sit down for a week after this, hell, you won’t be able to walk.”
Spock shudders and moans, presses forward to rub his dick against the wall and back again to grind his ass to Jim’s. Jim bites at his neck, closes his mouth over sweet flesh and sucks, hard, teeth worrying the skin until a violent green mark is rising.
Spock jerks and shivers, he’s panting and bending his neck to give Jim more room. He smirks against the Vulcan’s neck and forces a hand between Spock and the wall to work at his fly. He’s slightly hindered by Spock’s erection and the Vulcan’s twisting and shifting his hips, so he shoves at his hands to keep him still. Spock shudders and subsides, groaning softly.
Jim manages to get both their pants undone and down, and finally is able to press his dick against Spock’s tight ass. The Vulcan’s keening now, presses back desperately, and Jim rewards him by dragging a finger along Spock’s crack. Spock shivers and shoves against him.
“Jim! I need…”
Jim smirks and teases his fingers around Spock’s hole. It’s already slick and open, and Jim imagines his Vulcan doing that himself, stretching his own entrance and getting ready for him. The image is burningly hot, and he vows to make Spock repeat that, some other time, when he can watch and jerk off and come all over Spock’s fingers up his ass.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“I…”
“Say it, Spock. Say you want me to fuck you. Come on, Spock, tell me what you want.”
“Jim, please…”
“No. I want you to say it. Say ‘Jim, please fuck me’.”
“Jim, please f-f…”
Jim shoves two fingers up Spock’s ass, and the Vulcan wails. He moves and twists them, searching, and rubs his digits mercilessly across Spock’s prostate when he finds it. Spock jerks and thrusts his hips back against Jim’s fingers and moans and moans.
He bites at Spock’s ears and whispers: “I won’t do it unless you say it, Spock.”
His Vulcan bangs his head against the wall, keening loudly, desperate, panting harshly. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on his neck, his eye-liner is smudged around eyes that are squeezed shut, and he’s beautiful. Jim’s cock is smearing precome all over Spock’s ass and he has to grit his teeth so he won’t just bury himself in there.
“F-f… Jim, please, f-fuck me, please!”
Jim rips his fingers out and shoves his dick in Spock’s willing hole, until he’s buried to the hilt. Spock screams, his tight channel clamps around Jim, and he nearly comes on the spot.
He takes a single moment to breathe, but Spock is already shifting against him, pushing back and pulling forward again, fucking himself on Jim’s dick. He thrusts, hard, and Spock moans and pushes back against him. They find their rhythm easily, like they were made for each other. Soon Jim is fucking his Vulcan deeply and mercilessly, withdrawing almost completely before burying himself completely inside that sweet, sweet hole. Spock can’t even moan anymore, can only give little gasps at every thrust. Jim’s panting with the effort, but keeps on fucking him, bites at Spock’ neck and delights in every shudder and all that slippery hot skin against his.
Jim’s close, so close. He tightens his hand on Spock’s wrists and moves the other to wrap around his Vulcan’s cock. One touch is all it takes and Spock is coming, shots all over Jim’s fingers, his channel clamping down on him like a vice. Jim shoves in even deeper, bites Spock’s neck and tastes coppery blood, and he’s falling, falling over the edge.
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“So, I guess that made up for all the cock-blocking?”
“You have certainly started to ‘make up for it’, Jim. However…”
“What?”
“However, since you have thwarted my attempts to engage in copulation with others on no less than five occasions, it would seem you owe me another four times of sexual congress.”
“… You know what? You’re absolutely right. We should take care of that as soon as possible. Maybe in my quarters, though? I’d really like to throw you down onto my bed and ravish you.”
“That would be most agreeable. You are intelligent as well as aesthetically pleasing.”
“Aw, don’t make me blush. What about my amazing sex powers, though?”
“As impressed as I might be by the girth of your reproductive organs, I believe I need to sample more of those… powers before I am able to rate them adequately.”
“Oh, you will, don’t worry, Mr. Spock.”
“I look forward to it, Captain.”
The End…
(Sequel is in the works, coming soon...)
EDIT: Sequel is in beta, coming REAL soon...
MASTER EDIT: Sequel is finished!
"Jim Kirk, relationship genius" - chapter overview and notes are here, Part 1 is here.
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So, I don’t know the least bit about the Vulcan language. Therefore I made some stuff up with a little help by the VLD. The first two are my own creations, credit for the last two to the wonderful anon at st_xi_kink_meme who posted an answer concerning my quest for a title for this fic. Thanks and you rule!
Also, if anyone who’s more fluent in Vulcan notices any mistakes or something, feel free to point them out!
Anyway, translations for those Vulcan phrases:
aitlu abrukhausu - I have need of a dominator (more or less) resp. I want to get fucked, dammit
ertaya t’tizh’es - disturbance of enjoyment
lok nemut - penis enemy
klotaya t’guv-tvi-rivak - obstruction of sexual intercourse
Series: How to bag and keep a Vulcan
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Summary: Spock tries to seek relaxation via engaging in sexual congress with various strangers. Jim is jealous and tries to stop him. Epic cock-blocking and hilarity ensues.
Written originally for the st_xi_kink_meme, crossposted at AO3 and at the kirkspock community.
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all just fun and games...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 4
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A/N: Translations for Vulcan expressions are at the bottom of this chapter.
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Jim gapes after the Vulcan. Spock didn’t even listen to him! He had prepared an amazing speech about the dangers of hooking up with strangers and the benefits of monogamy, and also was ready to tell the Vulcan he kinda liked him, and Spock just left. Didn’t get him his ice-pack, either, and now he’s alone and Spock is gone and he doesn’t know where Bones is and his hand hurts. He’d really like to curl up on the floor and cry a little maybe, but he’s James Tiberius Kirk and won’t be stopped by little details like a bruised hand or missing best friends who were supposed to help him or the fact that Spock has left him again, to probably go wank in the bathroom or bend over for those two Klingons that gave him the eye earlier. Also, his inner voice is rambling.
This has to stop. Spock is his, dammit, no one else will ever put their slimy hands on his Vulcan again, no one else will ever get to see Spock in eye-liner and tight pants, Jim will make sure of that. And if he has to drag the Vulcan back to the ship by his hair, he won’t take another minute of this. He’ll tie Spock up and lock him away, if that’s what it takes to make sure the Vulcan won’t try to seduce random strangers ever again.
Jim straightens to his full captainly height and goes looking for his Vulcan.
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Spock is on his hands and knees, wrists tied securely to the bed frame, ass high in the air. An unfamiliar ring surrounds the base of his penis, prohibiting ejaculation, and a thick plastic plug rubs over his prostate with every move he makes. A sharp sound penetrates the air and Spock shudders when the cane hits his ass. With the blindfold covering his eyes he has no way to anticipate when or where the next hit will fall, the suspense adds to his arousal. Until his penis feels heavy and full. It jerks when the cane falls again and Spock moans in abandon.
Spock’s step falters. His penis has expanded and risen, his nipples have drawn up tight. He feels hot and flushed, waves of arousal consume his body, some of it his own, but most belonging to the Betazoid. He is nearing the source of these projections.
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Over there! Spock’s still walking purposefully away from him, but now he seems to stagger. Maybe he’s sick? That would totally excuse why he left in such a hurry. Jim’ll take him back to the ship, tuck him in and take real good care of him. Maybe some vegetable broth or something. But first, he has to catch him.
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The Betazoid is smirking at him. Spock inclines his head in greeting. Talking is superfluous; the Betazoid clearly agrees and shoves Spock against the wall. Spock gasps as wicked teeth worry his neck, the other’s sharp desire tingles across his skin.
“So, I take it you liked that? Didn’t you, little Vulcan?”
“Y-yes.” He stutters and thrusts his pelvis against the other.
“Wanna get out of here?”
Spock gives his own smirk and projects images of how he stretched himself open before leaving the ship, one finger, and two, and three, and four, how he made sure his entrance was relaxed and slick for tonight. The Betazoid moans, loudly, his arousal surges further and Spock is pleased. He lets his hand be taken and follows the Betazoid towards the entrance.
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Devin loves Earth. He came here for a visit to the human part of his family and maybe a little R&R, and what does he find? A Vulcan. An insanely hot Vulcan at that, with long legs and pretty face and a tight little ass. A horny Vulcan, who grinds against him and looks at him with these gorgeous eyes, who has pretty pouty lips and oh, those hips. Devin’s glad his hotel is close by, the Vulcan will look gorgeous bent over the bed, and he can’t wait to sink into that sweet ass.
He pulls the Vulcan along, the other’s arousal strumming along his veins and increasing his own lust. This is gonna be so good. A couple of guys whistle and cheer when they see them, and Devin grins back. Yeah, he bagged that, and tonight is gonna be stuff for legends.
A cute human steps in the way and Devin gives him a saucy wink. Another night he would hit that like burning, but tonight he’s got his hands full. The cute blonde, however, stops directly in Devin’s path and glares at him.
Suddenly he feels like he’s been hit with a mountain. Anger and rage and boiling black jealousy surge through him, he lets go of the Vulcan and staggers back. The blonde is coming closer and Devin retreats further, clutching his head because the other’s mind is a bright flame, threatening to consume him, his anger hurts. He clutches his head, eyes tearing up, face twisted into a grimace, twitching in agony. People start staring, he sees it through water-filled eyes, the human is glaring and pouring of waves of such rage that Devin nearly gags with their force.
“I didn’t know he was taken!” he manages, voice a strained whisper, and flees.
He’ll never make fun of Great Aunt Lola again, because she’s completely right. Humans are possessive like fuck.
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Jim glares after the Betazoid. People are staring and whispering, pointing at him and muttering. Apparently he’s famous now, since he already had to cock-block Spock twice tonight. Good riddance, too, first that fucker Wilkins and now that Betazoid with his stupid mindpowers and stupid orgasms in their heads. Spock is his, dammit!
Speaking of which, a vice-like hand clamps around his wrist and he is being dragged away. Uh-oh.
He stumbles after Spock, almost pulled of his feet by the strength his Vulcan doesn’t care to hide, and runs almost flat into a door before Spock yanks him into a back room and shoves him towards a wall. Jim puts his hands out just in time to avoid bashing his head in.
Spock looks absolutely furious. His eyebrows are drawn together, his dark, dark eyes are blazing and his arms are crossed, his fists balled and knuckles white as if he has to prevent himself from hitting Jim. Spock looks gorgeous, and Jim stares helplessly.
“Captain. I have been exceptionally patient with you these past weeks. However, my patience has its limits. I will not allow your klotaya t’guv-tvi-rivak to continue.”
Irk. Spock’s voice is dark and angry. And he’s bringing out the Vulcan words, which means he’s real pissed.
“You will explain yourself to me, now. Why do you keep interrupting my search for entertainment? This ertaya t’tizh’es can go no further! Aitlu abrukhausu, and you keep thwarting my attempts to find an appropriate candidate! Lok nemut, I name you! James T. Kirk, desist your behavior, because you are making it impossible for me to find my release under the hands of another!”
Jesus. Spock’s breathing heavily, nostrils flaring wide, and he’s never looked hotter. Jim’s dick is standing at attention and he can barely keep from pouncing on Spock, right now. He only got a part of what the Vulcan was saying, but the essential stuff came out loud and clear.
Jim takes a step forward and puts on his most cocky grin. Spock stiffens and glares.
“So what, you wanna get fucked? I can help with that.”
Spock inhales sharply, his pretty eyes widen.
“See, I was jealous. You hitting on all those guys, and you never even saw what was right in front of you.”
Spock opens his mouth. Jim takes another step and clamps a hand over his Vulcan’s lips.
“Shut up, I’m talking now. Seeing you with all those guys, Spock… I really didn’t like that. In fact, I hated it. I hated you throwing all those coy looks, I hated their hands on you, how they touched you and caressed you, I hated how you let them and pressed closer and moaned for them. I hated it, because you belong to me, and nobody gets to touch what’s mine.”
Spock’s eyes are wide and dark, he’s breathing heavily and his soft lips open under Jim’s palm. Both his arms have dropped, hanging by his side, hands opening and closing nervously.
Jim leers and leans closer. “See, you’re mine, and you know it. And now I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. I’m gonna pound your sweet ass now, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, until you’re moaning and begging for it. You like that, don’t you? I know you do.”
And he does, Spock’s erection is digging into his leg, and he grinds his hips against Spock. Jim takes his palm from his Vulcan’s mouth and uses both hands to turn him. He shoves Spock against the wall, and forces his hands above his head. Jim presses close, thrusts his erection against Spock’s leather-clad ass and moves his mouth to his Vulcan’s ear.
“Fuck Spock, you look gorgeous like this. All spread out for me, waiting for me to claim you, and I will. I promise you won’t be able to sit down for a week after this, hell, you won’t be able to walk.”
Spock shudders and moans, presses forward to rub his dick against the wall and back again to grind his ass to Jim’s. Jim bites at his neck, closes his mouth over sweet flesh and sucks, hard, teeth worrying the skin until a violent green mark is rising.
Spock jerks and shivers, he’s panting and bending his neck to give Jim more room. He smirks against the Vulcan’s neck and forces a hand between Spock and the wall to work at his fly. He’s slightly hindered by Spock’s erection and the Vulcan’s twisting and shifting his hips, so he shoves at his hands to keep him still. Spock shudders and subsides, groaning softly.
Jim manages to get both their pants undone and down, and finally is able to press his dick against Spock’s tight ass. The Vulcan’s keening now, presses back desperately, and Jim rewards him by dragging a finger along Spock’s crack. Spock shivers and shoves against him.
“Jim! I need…”
Jim smirks and teases his fingers around Spock’s hole. It’s already slick and open, and Jim imagines his Vulcan doing that himself, stretching his own entrance and getting ready for him. The image is burningly hot, and he vows to make Spock repeat that, some other time, when he can watch and jerk off and come all over Spock’s fingers up his ass.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“I…”
“Say it, Spock. Say you want me to fuck you. Come on, Spock, tell me what you want.”
“Jim, please…”
“No. I want you to say it. Say ‘Jim, please fuck me’.”
“Jim, please f-f…”
Jim shoves two fingers up Spock’s ass, and the Vulcan wails. He moves and twists them, searching, and rubs his digits mercilessly across Spock’s prostate when he finds it. Spock jerks and thrusts his hips back against Jim’s fingers and moans and moans.
He bites at Spock’s ears and whispers: “I won’t do it unless you say it, Spock.”
His Vulcan bangs his head against the wall, keening loudly, desperate, panting harshly. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on his neck, his eye-liner is smudged around eyes that are squeezed shut, and he’s beautiful. Jim’s cock is smearing precome all over Spock’s ass and he has to grit his teeth so he won’t just bury himself in there.
“F-f… Jim, please, f-fuck me, please!”
Jim rips his fingers out and shoves his dick in Spock’s willing hole, until he’s buried to the hilt. Spock screams, his tight channel clamps around Jim, and he nearly comes on the spot.
He takes a single moment to breathe, but Spock is already shifting against him, pushing back and pulling forward again, fucking himself on Jim’s dick. He thrusts, hard, and Spock moans and pushes back against him. They find their rhythm easily, like they were made for each other. Soon Jim is fucking his Vulcan deeply and mercilessly, withdrawing almost completely before burying himself completely inside that sweet, sweet hole. Spock can’t even moan anymore, can only give little gasps at every thrust. Jim’s panting with the effort, but keeps on fucking him, bites at Spock’ neck and delights in every shudder and all that slippery hot skin against his.
Jim’s close, so close. He tightens his hand on Spock’s wrists and moves the other to wrap around his Vulcan’s cock. One touch is all it takes and Spock is coming, shots all over Jim’s fingers, his channel clamping down on him like a vice. Jim shoves in even deeper, bites Spock’s neck and tastes coppery blood, and he’s falling, falling over the edge.
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“So, I guess that made up for all the cock-blocking?”
“You have certainly started to ‘make up for it’, Jim. However…”
“What?”
“However, since you have thwarted my attempts to engage in copulation with others on no less than five occasions, it would seem you owe me another four times of sexual congress.”
“… You know what? You’re absolutely right. We should take care of that as soon as possible. Maybe in my quarters, though? I’d really like to throw you down onto my bed and ravish you.”
“That would be most agreeable. You are intelligent as well as aesthetically pleasing.”
“Aw, don’t make me blush. What about my amazing sex powers, though?”
“As impressed as I might be by the girth of your reproductive organs, I believe I need to sample more of those… powers before I am able to rate them adequately.”
“Oh, you will, don’t worry, Mr. Spock.”
“I look forward to it, Captain.”
The End…
(Sequel is in the works, coming soon...)
EDIT: Sequel is in beta, coming REAL soon...
MASTER EDIT: Sequel is finished!
"Jim Kirk, relationship genius" - chapter overview and notes are here, Part 1 is here.
-----------
So, I don’t know the least bit about the Vulcan language. Therefore I made some stuff up with a little help by the VLD. The first two are my own creations, credit for the last two to the wonderful anon at st_xi_kink_meme who posted an answer concerning my quest for a title for this fic. Thanks and you rule!
Also, if anyone who’s more fluent in Vulcan notices any mistakes or something, feel free to point them out!
Anyway, translations for those Vulcan phrases:
aitlu abrukhausu - I have need of a dominator (more or less) resp. I want to get fucked, dammit
ertaya t’tizh’es - disturbance of enjoyment
lok nemut - penis enemy
klotaya t’guv-tvi-rivak - obstruction of sexual intercourse