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« CptnHotMess » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION James T. Kirk ✦ Star Trek AoS • CRAU (Fillory)RESIDENCE ✦ Assigned Apartment
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"This is Kirk. if you need me, leave a message! Fjord, if you need me just come get me you like like, next door."
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Hellyeah
He is not complaining.
Oh, fuck. The noise of wanton need that escapes his throat is loud and needy as Spock effortlessly lifts him and he can feel the arousal beneath him. Jim wastes exactly zero seconds to fit their hardened lengths together and grinds down, desperate for that delicious friction. A wild vision passes through their synchrony of Spock pounding right into him against this wall within an inch of his life. He wants that in this moment very very badly, but maybe not today. Maybe today should be more special than that... but also...
He breathes heavily and leans in to speak lowly into Spock's ear.]
You could absolutely fuck me right here against this wall if you wanted to.
[And now that he's here, he brushes his lips against the commander's (adorable, gorgeous, fascinating) pointed ears, a hint of teeth scraping against the thin skin.]
NSFW(alls)
Then it appears we are on the same page..
[The sentence trails off as warm lips and teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of his ear, replaced with a soft sigh and the utterance of Jim's name from his lips as he becomes more and more inclined to put that previous imagine into reality.
Encouraging his captain to drop back to the floor Spock promptly begins ridding them of the rest of their clothes, bordering that fine line between mere efficiency and impatience. His own shirt goes first, for it isn't fair that only his hands get to relish in the shared body warmth and touch.
Next are Jim's shoes which are swiftly discarded before the Vulcan moves to loosen his trousers, though instead of removing them completely he dips a hand inside, palm curling around his hardened length and stroking slowly as he nuzzles into the captain's neck. They may be feeling a little impatient, but he still wishes for the experience to feel as pleasurable as possible.]
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When Spock comes to try and drop him he really doesn't fucking want to, he wants to grip on and grind, but he knows as well as Spock does that this is way better without clothes on. So he does, reluctantly, but that doesn't stop him from immediately nosing into Spock's neck and letting his tongue roam over the expanse of skin now available to him, finding a particularly nice part between the Vulcan's neck and his shoulder and choosing that part to bite down lightly and suck on, soothing it with lips and tongue before going again.
While the commander takes his top off Jim wastes no time in reaching down to unhook the button on his trousers, his own already divested, leaving only his briefs straining to keep his cock in place. He's very intent on getting Spock to the exact same state, and he might be just a little impatient about it.]
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With that in mind Spock brings a hand up to Jim's face, coaxing his head back and away as Spock steps away to the small, square table close by which hosts a variety of items. ]
It is fortuitous that I did not discard the welcoming gifts that were presented upon my return.
[It sure is a little house-warming basket left by the building's custodians, Noctium style, filled with various sex-related trinkets and lotions. After poking around in it for a moment and finding what he was searching for- a lubricant- he steps right back, walking right up to his captain and pressing into him once more with a heavy kiss, one he does not intend on breaking until either of them need to breathe. His hands work on ridding them both of the remaining fabric, pushing underwear down and out of the way.
Only then does the first officer break the kiss properly, his head tilting back to gauge his captain's expression as he allows his hand to curl around his cock, teasing over the head with his thumb as he is committing the look on Jim's face to memory. As quickly as it began he is letting go once more, though this time Spock's hands soon find their way around Jim's behind once more before he is lifting him back up, back into their previous position with hips flush together.]
Relax, Jim. I do not wish for it to be uncomfortable..
[It's spoken softly, the topic under discussion becoming clear as Spock fiddles with popping the cap off the lubricant he'd been holding, coating fingers in it before pressing one at Jim's entrance, taking cues from the other man on when to proceed or to add another finger, leaving soft kisses on his cheek as a distraction as he continues through it.]
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He watches through half-lidded eyes as the Vulcan's elegant fingers search through the basket to find exactly what he needs, and Jim takes that short time to kick off his underwear and just generally shove all the clothes on the floor further away from them-
And then Spock's hand is on his cock and he's got a dull pain in the back of his head from where he's thrown it back to gasp, the sensation of smooth fingers on his length almost too much. He's vaguely aware that he's being lifted again, the cool press of the wall on his back a contract to the body heat of his lover, leaning himself forward so that he can touch more, more of him, more of everything.
Spock tells him to relax, and in his mind he laughs because how can he, when this is the only thing he can think about?
When he feels Spock's fingers probe his entrance, there's a moment where he stiffens, an ecstatic litany of oh my god is this really happening? It's only for a second, and then Jim's body welcomes Spock into itself with eagerness and soft moans.]
More, [He almost begs when Spock is up to three fingers.]
Want you, please. [He moams between hitches of breath and toe-curling pleasure as Spock explores him.]
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Which is why he is being watched intently as their bodies begin to move together, dark brown eyes locked onto familiar blue. It is said by some that Jim wears his emotions on his sleeve, but Spock would argue that they are displayed within his eyes instead. Over the years he has come to recognize certain looks given by his Captain, silent tells which betray their owner regarding what he is truly thinking.
Yet this is a new one. A certain intimacy felt between the gaze they share, the way that have captured each other's attention completely as if nothing else is of importance. There's an inherent sense of possessiveness behind it, the satisfaction that comes with knowing that Jim is completely focused on him right now, that the little sounds or expressions or pleasure given off are of his doing. To have it continue would be... most pleasing.]
Jim..
[His voice is quiet and low, barely above a murmur as Spock allows his head to lean against his partner's, uttering a string of words in his native tongue that likely won't be understood. Rather than explain he lets his telepathy combined with the synchrony do the talking, letting Jim catch a glimpse of his thoughts through their touch as he begins to move more earnestly.
There is the sense of physical pleasure of course, the tight heat of Jim's body smothering his own cock with every thrust and the wave of ecstasy which follows it, or how the nerves in his fingertips are picking up every little sensation. The acknowledgement of their compatibility- both professionally and personally, intellectually and now physically. Even when they disliked each other they found themselves drawn together, except now that animosity has been replaced with fierce loyalty, at least on Spock's end.]
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Is this what this is supposed to feel like? Like he's unravelling at his very core and every thread of his being is re-weaving itself to fit this new part of his life, to stitch it into his soul?
And then Spock is in him. Slowly fucking forwards, pressing ever more into Jim's body, and the human feels so much.
Jim sees stars burst behind his eyelids and he can hear himself gasp and moan on his commander's cock, and he doesn't care. His eyes open, half-lidded, to look into the deep brown eyes he loves so much.]
Spock! Ah, fuck, more-
[To feel Spock's mind intertwine with his is a sensation he doesn't know how to translate into words. It is pleasure and adoration and love and he can feel that they are both perfectly imperfect together. He used to think that Spock was far too good for him, that this stupidly beautiful, logical man would never want to stoop to Jim's wildly chaotic level. He can't think that anymore, not when he sees how well they fit together on this.
He closes the scant space between them, reaching out to touch lips and tongues, to try and push himself even closer to his lover as Spock's emotions filter through their bond.
'Pleasing' indeed. Jim finds himself laughing at his partner's thoughts. Even in the height of something so carnal, he is composed in a way that Jim could never replicate and he loves his Vulcan even more for it.]
Love you, love this, fuck-
[His voice is breathy and incredulous and reverent, and with everything building up in his mind and in his body Jim can feel himself get dangerously close to climax already.]
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And now? As all of Jim's many thoughts and emotions seep through in return with such intensity, Spock allows himself this short respite. Allows himself to be influenced by it, to stop overthinking and just feel. The warmth, each sound, the pleasure in every rock of his hips.
His pace quickens as the whispering moans from his own mouth multiply, giving in to all that Jim's very essence provides. Quicker, harder, not unlike the very image shared between the two which promoted this in the first place. Spock leans in to meet him halfway, heated breath mixed with swollen lips and wet tongue as their mouths attempt to greedily devour one another.
Breaking away once they know they are both close he buries his face into his captain's neck once more, his name the only word upon vulcan lips between the ragged breaths as Spock reaches up between them, his hand taking his lover's hardened length in a firm grasp as he strokes it in unison to each thrust if his hips, hoping to push him over the edge.]