Of Materialism and Vulcan Skin [1,294]
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: Pike/Spock
Rating: NC-17, daddy kink
Prompt: Pike is Spock's sugar daddy.
A/N: Originally posted here.
Christopher could never understand why other men hated this. He watched the leather slide over his lover's fingers as the glove was pulled taunt, before the other hand went through the same seductive ritual. The Vulcan slid into a woolen coat, the third such coat he had tested. He buttoned it with his normal efficiency, turning first to the mirror, and then to the man seated on the waiting chairs.
"Your thoughts on this garment?" Spock asked, obediently holding out his arms so that Christopher could see how the sharp lines enhanced the slim figure underneath.
"I like it," Christopher announced after a moment's study. "Is it warm enough?" He knew how easy the chill got to his Vulcan's bones. Spock nodded in response, turning to the mirror again to appease himself of its appearance. Despite everything he said about illogical fashion, Christopher had noted that Spock did have a sense of style, and he approved of every little time it showed.
Inspiration struck him, and he stood, pulling a pashmina scarf from a nearby rack. Spock gave him a quizzical glance as his personal space was intruded upon, but did not complain as Christopher wrapped the scarf around his neck. Christopher tucked the ends down the front of the coat, stepping back to admire his work.
"There. Now the wind won't bother you so much, either." Spock touched the scarf, glancing at himself before nodding in acceptance of the change.
"It is a fine idea." Christopher grinned, though he knew it would not be returned.
"Don't bother taking it all off," he ordered, slipping his wallet out of his pocket and catching the nearest salesman to take the tickets off of Spock's selections.
He felt some pride at watching Spock walk out the shop door, completely clad in new clothing. It was certainly a step up from the uniforms he wore day in and day out. The Vulcan never let himself spend money on anything but the essentials; it had nearly hurt Christopher to find out how carefully Spock partitioned his meager payments. Originally his gifts and offers to pay for items had been rebuffed, Vulcan pride getting in the way. Yet he had managed to slowly ease Spock into it, convince him to accept it as affection and even, occasionally, to ask for things.
"Would you like dinner out or at home?" Christopher asked as they slid into a taxi, arranging their shopping bags on the floorboard.
"Home," Spock answered after a moment's thought, playing bag tetris until everything fit without getting in their way. Christopher gave the taxi his address, smiling at the way the city's night lights flickered across his young lover's face as the hovercar began to move.
He managed to behave himself the entire way to his building, even keeping an appropriate distance so he did not embarrass Spock in front of the doorman again. By the time they got through the door, however, dinner was the last thing on his mind.
He dropped the bags as soon as the door slid shut, stepping forwards to wind his arms around Spock's thin waist. "Christopher?" came the confused reply to his actions, but it just made him smile.
"We can put things away later," Christopher murmured against his ear, hands roaming across the woolen coat and slipping in the gap between a pair of buttons. He could hear Spock's breath pick up, and delighted in the sound. "Bedroom."
Spock obeyed as soon as Christopher gave him the room, setting down his own bags. He started to unbutton his coat as he walked, but Christopher smacked his ass pointedly. "Not until we get there and I can see." The Vulcan took a calculated breath.
"Yes, sir."
Christopher kicked off his boots as soon as he was in the room, discarding his own coat and tossing it carelessly over a chair. Spock waited for him, hands clasped behind his back as if he were waiting for an inspection. Christopher took his time, reveling in the fact that Spock would wait as long as he had to.
"All right, sweetheart." He stepped over to the Vulcan, slipping his fingers underneath his chin, even though Spock had no trouble meeting his eyes. "I want you to undress nice and slow for your daddy, okay? Like he's taught you how to." He watched Spock's barriers soften, the barest traces of emotions now visible.
"Very well." Spock waited until Christopher was properly on the bed, comfortably leaning against an assortment of pillows, before he started to unbutton his coat once more. Christopher's eyes followed the way it slipped off his shoulders and to the floor, in the messy way that Spock only allowed when Christopher wanted something. He unwrapped the scarf slowly, making the man think of the things he could do with it. He knew the cloth would never be enough to keep the Vulcan pinned, but a few whispered words would make him treat it like his bonds were steel.
Christopher moaned, sliding his hand against the growing bulge in his pants, even though he had not yet gotten to see a sliver of skin.
The gloves came next, bitten at the fingertips and tugged off, nice and slow. Christopher could only imagine how that felt against Spock's sensitive hands. By the time Spock was working on his shirt, the man had unzipped his pants, stroking himself brazenly. He felt a sense of satisfaction as Spock glanced down at him, want not completely hidden on his face.
"You can have it once you're done, baby." Spock did not rush, easing out of his pants, stripping off every last layer until he was completely naked. "God, you're beautiful. Come here." The sight of his Vulcan crawling across the mattress towards him never failed to make him groan in pleasure.
Spock did not wait for permission, ducking down to draw his tongue across the tip of Christopher's erection. Christopher realized he was babbling in response, but he could not bring himself to care. He reached to tug Spock upwards for a kiss, but Spock resisted.
"No, Father," he murmured, sliding his long fingers around the man's cock. "Let me take care of you for a little while."
"I'm supposed to take care of you," Christopher protested, though he could not help squirming against Spock's overly warm lips, which were peppering kisses up the underside of his erection.
"You do, so well. I want to show you how much I appreciate it." Then he promptly stopped explaining with words, taking Christopher deep into his mouth.
It took all his self control not roughly fuck his lover's mouth. He thrust slowly, one hand reaching out to stroke Spock's glossy black hair, gently encouraging him to continue. Spock was always fond of that, the soft, affectionate touches he had lived most of his life without. Christopher was more than willing to oblige him.
Spock responded with a small sound, sucking Christopher down as far as he could, soft fingertips sliding across the base of his cock and down to the sensitive sacs below. Christopher jerked in response, murmuring a warning that was completely ignored.
When he could think again, he thought he should ask Spock if he was alright. That, however, took the ability to breathe.
He was answered by the Vulcan sliding up beside him, warm body pressing against his own. "Was that pleasing?" came the soft voice against his ear, kisses following it.
"You're always pleasing," Christopher assured him, stroking his hand down the pale stomach beside him. He could never understand how the people of Spock's past, both family and lovers, had never thought to tell him this.
In any case, it ceased to matter. Christopher was willing to make up for all of them.
Characters/Pairing: Pike/Spock
Rating: NC-17, daddy kink
Prompt: Pike is Spock's sugar daddy.
A/N: Originally posted here.
Christopher could never understand why other men hated this. He watched the leather slide over his lover's fingers as the glove was pulled taunt, before the other hand went through the same seductive ritual. The Vulcan slid into a woolen coat, the third such coat he had tested. He buttoned it with his normal efficiency, turning first to the mirror, and then to the man seated on the waiting chairs.
"Your thoughts on this garment?" Spock asked, obediently holding out his arms so that Christopher could see how the sharp lines enhanced the slim figure underneath.
"I like it," Christopher announced after a moment's study. "Is it warm enough?" He knew how easy the chill got to his Vulcan's bones. Spock nodded in response, turning to the mirror again to appease himself of its appearance. Despite everything he said about illogical fashion, Christopher had noted that Spock did have a sense of style, and he approved of every little time it showed.
Inspiration struck him, and he stood, pulling a pashmina scarf from a nearby rack. Spock gave him a quizzical glance as his personal space was intruded upon, but did not complain as Christopher wrapped the scarf around his neck. Christopher tucked the ends down the front of the coat, stepping back to admire his work.
"There. Now the wind won't bother you so much, either." Spock touched the scarf, glancing at himself before nodding in acceptance of the change.
"It is a fine idea." Christopher grinned, though he knew it would not be returned.
"Don't bother taking it all off," he ordered, slipping his wallet out of his pocket and catching the nearest salesman to take the tickets off of Spock's selections.
He felt some pride at watching Spock walk out the shop door, completely clad in new clothing. It was certainly a step up from the uniforms he wore day in and day out. The Vulcan never let himself spend money on anything but the essentials; it had nearly hurt Christopher to find out how carefully Spock partitioned his meager payments. Originally his gifts and offers to pay for items had been rebuffed, Vulcan pride getting in the way. Yet he had managed to slowly ease Spock into it, convince him to accept it as affection and even, occasionally, to ask for things.
"Would you like dinner out or at home?" Christopher asked as they slid into a taxi, arranging their shopping bags on the floorboard.
"Home," Spock answered after a moment's thought, playing bag tetris until everything fit without getting in their way. Christopher gave the taxi his address, smiling at the way the city's night lights flickered across his young lover's face as the hovercar began to move.
He managed to behave himself the entire way to his building, even keeping an appropriate distance so he did not embarrass Spock in front of the doorman again. By the time they got through the door, however, dinner was the last thing on his mind.
He dropped the bags as soon as the door slid shut, stepping forwards to wind his arms around Spock's thin waist. "Christopher?" came the confused reply to his actions, but it just made him smile.
"We can put things away later," Christopher murmured against his ear, hands roaming across the woolen coat and slipping in the gap between a pair of buttons. He could hear Spock's breath pick up, and delighted in the sound. "Bedroom."
Spock obeyed as soon as Christopher gave him the room, setting down his own bags. He started to unbutton his coat as he walked, but Christopher smacked his ass pointedly. "Not until we get there and I can see." The Vulcan took a calculated breath.
"Yes, sir."
Christopher kicked off his boots as soon as he was in the room, discarding his own coat and tossing it carelessly over a chair. Spock waited for him, hands clasped behind his back as if he were waiting for an inspection. Christopher took his time, reveling in the fact that Spock would wait as long as he had to.
"All right, sweetheart." He stepped over to the Vulcan, slipping his fingers underneath his chin, even though Spock had no trouble meeting his eyes. "I want you to undress nice and slow for your daddy, okay? Like he's taught you how to." He watched Spock's barriers soften, the barest traces of emotions now visible.
"Very well." Spock waited until Christopher was properly on the bed, comfortably leaning against an assortment of pillows, before he started to unbutton his coat once more. Christopher's eyes followed the way it slipped off his shoulders and to the floor, in the messy way that Spock only allowed when Christopher wanted something. He unwrapped the scarf slowly, making the man think of the things he could do with it. He knew the cloth would never be enough to keep the Vulcan pinned, but a few whispered words would make him treat it like his bonds were steel.
Christopher moaned, sliding his hand against the growing bulge in his pants, even though he had not yet gotten to see a sliver of skin.
The gloves came next, bitten at the fingertips and tugged off, nice and slow. Christopher could only imagine how that felt against Spock's sensitive hands. By the time Spock was working on his shirt, the man had unzipped his pants, stroking himself brazenly. He felt a sense of satisfaction as Spock glanced down at him, want not completely hidden on his face.
"You can have it once you're done, baby." Spock did not rush, easing out of his pants, stripping off every last layer until he was completely naked. "God, you're beautiful. Come here." The sight of his Vulcan crawling across the mattress towards him never failed to make him groan in pleasure.
Spock did not wait for permission, ducking down to draw his tongue across the tip of Christopher's erection. Christopher realized he was babbling in response, but he could not bring himself to care. He reached to tug Spock upwards for a kiss, but Spock resisted.
"No, Father," he murmured, sliding his long fingers around the man's cock. "Let me take care of you for a little while."
"I'm supposed to take care of you," Christopher protested, though he could not help squirming against Spock's overly warm lips, which were peppering kisses up the underside of his erection.
"You do, so well. I want to show you how much I appreciate it." Then he promptly stopped explaining with words, taking Christopher deep into his mouth.
It took all his self control not roughly fuck his lover's mouth. He thrust slowly, one hand reaching out to stroke Spock's glossy black hair, gently encouraging him to continue. Spock was always fond of that, the soft, affectionate touches he had lived most of his life without. Christopher was more than willing to oblige him.
Spock responded with a small sound, sucking Christopher down as far as he could, soft fingertips sliding across the base of his cock and down to the sensitive sacs below. Christopher jerked in response, murmuring a warning that was completely ignored.
When he could think again, he thought he should ask Spock if he was alright. That, however, took the ability to breathe.
He was answered by the Vulcan sliding up beside him, warm body pressing against his own. "Was that pleasing?" came the soft voice against his ear, kisses following it.
"You're always pleasing," Christopher assured him, stroking his hand down the pale stomach beside him. He could never understand how the people of Spock's past, both family and lovers, had never thought to tell him this.
In any case, it ceased to matter. Christopher was willing to make up for all of them.