Four Times Filled
Title: Ivory Shower
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Summary: Written for prompt here.
Kirk felt his body squirm in pleasure, knees spread wide as Spock pounded into him from behind. His mouth still tasted like cum, and he could feel it dripping down his thighs with every thrust, swollen testicles slapping against the curve of his ass as Spock fucked him.
A hot stream of liquid exploded inside of him, spilling out onto the bed in thick white spatters. The cum was like lava coming to life inside of him as Spock pulled out, wiping himself off against Kirk’s thigh and fisting himself as he watched loose muscles spasm around the hole he’d just fucked.
It didn’t take much stimulation before Kirk’s back was painted white in Vulcan sperm.
“More, more,” the captain urged.
So Spock politely shoved his cock down Jim’s throat until he was choking and gagging, sucking for all he was worth. White pumped out of Kirk’s nose as he pumped cum into Jim’s stomach, saving a spurt for his face. He still wasn’t satisfied, so he returned to Jim’s ass. Spock fucked them both raw, and still wasn’t finished.
It took three days, and by then, Jim thought it had been the best time of his life. Now, if only he could figure out how to sit down again.
Title: Filled
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Summary: Written for prompt here.
Kirk’s lips wrap around the long, hard length of Vulcan penis, fingers gripping Spock’s hips as his tongue teases the soft ridges of green veins. He opens his throat, lets the cock fill his mouth. It quivers as muscles constrict and Kirk fights not to choke as Spock presses forward.
He takes it slow, at first, not sure a human can withstand a Vulcan’s sexual attack, but Kirk’s mouth is urging for more, drooling in anticipation. The soft scrape of teeth is what does it, what breaks Spock’s control. He thrusts deep and hard, can hear the gagging of the captain and reluctantly pulls away. There’s wet friction and Kirk won’t let him go, lips sucking tight until he takes everything in and can barely breathe.
Jim releases Spock’s waist and allows the Vulcan to command him, to use him. It’s not a direct order, but it’s understood anyway. He fucks the captain’s face. There is no resistance, just tight wet heat and whorish moans. Jim is hanging out of his pants, hard and needy and swollen with want; he thrusts into nothing, bouncing in the air.
He comes when Spock starts grunting, a flash of white and Spock is going even deeper, holding Kirk so that he can’t move. He doesn’t get a warning.
A flood down his throat, almost too thick to swallow, and again when Spock thrusts, every time Spock thrusts, a new flood, until it’s backing up and coming out of his mouth, down his chin. His nose is full of it too.
Jim wonders how much more he can take when Spock pulls out, still hard and twitching. Strong, sturdy hands wrap around the Vulcan cock in place of lips. A few rough jerks later and there’s another explosion of white, thick threads coating Jim’s eyes and cheeks and he’s sure it’s in his hair but it doesn’t matter.
His mouth is still full of Vulcan come, but Spock doesn’t seem to notice as he fills it again. The captain chokes at the amount of it exploding in his throat and out his nose, more than the first load as it spills over his chin.
It’s the last wave, Spock is finished.
Jim sighs, content, throat thickly coated - an experience he would like to repeat.
Title: Solo Doctor
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McCoy/McCoy's hand
Summary: Written for prompt here.
It started in his hypothalamus, a spark of thought igniting electrical currents of sexual arousal throughout his body, sparking nerves down his spinal cord and into his penis. His hand didn’t help, running along his pudendal nerve, hardening soft tissue as chemicals released inside his body.
Blood flushed his penis red, filling the corpora cavernosa until the veins compressed and the erection was maintained.
His fingers were rough and callused, but slicked with lubricant, and the sensations of flesh on flesh sent sensations through his body to his brain, igniting synapses beneath his flesh until he was arching into his own hand, his other going beneath his thigh to reach into his anus, pressing up an in.
Stimulation to his prostate, to his penis, medical terminology running through his mind, the muscles of his sphincter spasmed around his fingers, his testicles pushing out ejaculate through the slit in his glans to run warm between his fingers.
His diaphragm quivered in his rib cage, lungs expelled air in a hitched rhythm as the last waves washed over him. His mind sent content feelings outward and he sighed lazily, closed his eyes.
There was nothing like masturbating with correct terminology.
Title: Mindblowing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spock/Kirk/McCoy
Summary: Written for prompt here.
Really, he supposes he should have expected it. Jim can’t go for very long without cornering him and trying something - but this, this, with Jim’s bruising cock in his ass, his own throbbing red against the bed, and Spock behind them both and pressed so deep that Jim can’t even speak…
This was not what the good doctor had expected when he woke up. And how the hell had Spock gotten involved with Jim’s evil, perverse plans in the first place?
Maybe when he could think straight he’d ask about it. But for now…
Jim was making guttural noises in his ear, breath uneven and short and gasping. Bones was sure he wasn’t doing much better, sweating and moaning and enjoying it despite the fact that he was being rubbed raw by the
friction against the damn mattress because that goddamn green-blood hobgoblin was being so-
Oh. Oh, Mr. Spock!
…He wasn’t actually sure if he cried that part out, but he felt Jim’s teeth on his neck, on his back, fingernails raking across too many sensitive spots for him to properly concentrate, and then two hands were wrapping around his cock and it burned a little at the speed but he didn’t mind because he was just about there and everything had spots and he was sure he sounded like Jim, moaning like Jim, but it was so good, so good, and he didn’t want it to stop.
His stomach was sticky and wet and he wasn’t as hard as he had been but that didn’t matter because Jim was still in him, hard and long and aching. And Spock… McCoy wondered if he was actually breathing, because he didn’t even look like he was sweating and god did that Vulcan have stamina!
Jim slowed down, or he would have, had he been in control, but Spock was, and Spock seemed to have no intentions of slowing down because he was still going at that same damn frantic speed. And then there was something warm in him, spreading, and he knew by the way Jim rocked his hips that he’d just come and it was leaking out but Jim was still in him, half-hard and it was making noises that made McCoy want to start all over again.
Jim collapsed against him, still thrusting, but Bones suspected that had more to do with the Vulcan playing jackhammer with his ass because he was pretty sure that Jim had just passed out.
It was too awkward to twist to see him, and with the momentum Spock kept placing on him he was sure that if he tried to roll out from under them, he might break something. He had Jim’s hand at least, and the pulse was slowing down to normal, which was probably good. Bones wasn’t sure, his doctor senses failing him as he heard Jim squeak painfully.
“Are you out of your Vulcan mind? He’s out Spock!”
The pummeling stop, erratic pulses twitching through him at the suddenness of it and Spock, he was sure, was about to apologize. But Jim - who didn’t seem to be unconscious after all - wouldn’t have it.
He thrust his ass in the air, pulling out of McCoy with a sound like suction, causing the Vulcan to gasp and Bones to gasp and it would have been so damn something-or-other if they hadn’t come slamming back down into him again, Jim limp but slick against him, skin sliding on skin and smacking as the Vulcan became even rougher and Bones was sure he heard snarling and damn was that fucking hot and Jim was panting harsh words into his back and please-ugh! Please don’t stop don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop you fucking idiot god-please!
Jim actually screamed when Spock came in him, a thrust as hard as possible and he was almost positive Jim had split in two and he reminded himself to check that out later to make sure there wasn’t too much damage.
And then Jim was falling beside him, looking sated and overall happy, and then he saw - despite the darkness - a slick green cock, slowly softening, wet and gleaming and he wondered how he’d never wanted that and how the hell had Spock hidden that so well?
They were messy, Bones knew, and it’d be a bitch to clean up later, but he was so happy and sated like Jim and he just didn’t care…
No one mentioned it the next day that Jim was carefully neglecting sitting in his Captain’s Chair, but Bones was certain that Spock got some kind of repressed Vulcan glee from the thought that he’d caused it and vaguely wondered if he’d ever get the chance to avoid sitting down.