FIC: Dirty Dialogue Fun
“You have an aesthetically pleasing posterior. I find it highly arousing, and am compelled to fondle it as I penetrate you from behind.”
Face down with his ass in the air like a complete slut, Jim wondered if it would be okay to turn into goo because when he had told Spock to study up on talking dirty as they were going to have a test tonight, he half expected to be ignored. But really, when did Spock ever turn down a chance to blow away the bell curve?
Between mutters about the ‘tight elasticity of his rectum’, the eagerness that he took Spock’s fingers and graphic absolutely filthy descriptions of what Spock intended to do to him as the Vulcan nosed around Jim’s pubic hair and pronounced his pheromones to be potent and arousing, Jim became a mass of raw nerves and quivering flesh, because hot damn he always did have a thing for talented tongues.
"Is this pleasurable?” Spock grunted quietly, a thoughtful note in his smooth dry voice. “I feel quite enraptured by the clenching of your rectum around my penis."
"God, Spock." Jim moaned, as Spock matched his words by beginning to move. Punishingly hard, with those hot strong fingers clutching at his ass and parting them until Jim was squirming at how open he was, how much Spock could see and just - he whined like he was being tortured, his elbows and knees shaking as they strained to hold him up.
He loved it when Spock was gulping for air, grimacing and writhing, but there was something extremely hot about Spock having his wicked way with him, fucking him into a moaning, sweaty mess of nerves. Made those times when Spock turned over the wheel that much kinkier, and definitely more satisfying.
“It is not logical but the visual confirmation,” Spock breathed, “of my penis buried inside you is highly arousing. It seems to fulfills my biological impulse to subdue you; I find that exposure to the image increases my pleasure by 30 percent.”
This should be embarrassing, being manhandled but all he could think about was how hot it was, that Spock was watching them fuck. Jim slammed his forehead head against the mattress and whimpered; just trying to imagine the sight of his hole stretched by Spock’s green cock was enough to make him squirm in complete sensory overload.
"Your moans are also arousing." Spock stated, before shifting his hips and bearing down on Jim’s ass in a way that hit his prostrate right on in a hard graze. Jim threw his head back and let out a yell, swearing as his body lit up like a light bulb. "I find that reaction far more pleasing, however."
Spock may as well be discussing the weather, with the dry bland matter-of-fact tone he was using. To say that it turned him on was to not give Spock full credit for the way his cock drooled as a result.
“You have not answered my question.” There was another forceful thrust in and out with the precision of a machine, hitting right where it felt best and reducing him to a writhing mess mouthing the bed sheets as his elbows shook.
“Yes!” Jim yelled, “yes dammit!”
“Good.” Spock grunted. “Then you will not object if I were to increase the depth of penetration.”
Jim swore when Spock did exactly as he said, fucking him so deep it was almost uncomfortable and his face was mashed into the bed. The noise that Spock made - a guttural rumble in the back of his throat -sent a kick straight down Jim’s spine, squeezing a shudder from his straining muscles. A fresh wave of heat flooded his limbs when he realized that his hips were completely immobile and at Spock’s mercy. Jim desperately wish that he actually still had the ability to string two words together so he could beg for Spock to finish already.
“Is this new position pleasurable?” Spock asked tightly, his breaths coming in thick guttural sighs. “I altered the angle of your torso by fifty degrees, and raised my hips five centremeters above your posterior to achieve maximum penetration.”
Jim’s cock jumped as he mindlessly groaned in response, his hands clenching and loosening as his teeth gnawed through the closest patch of cotton when he went into complete spasm mode, because fuck, Spock was obviously trying to kill him with too much information. The sound of them fucking was hard solid and sloppy from all the extra lube they’d used, and rather pornographic combined with all the heavy breathing, whimpers and moans.
“Judging by your heart rate, temperature and the contraction of your rectum around my penis, you will reach orgasm in three minutes and seventeen seconds.”
Damn right he was! Jim would give anything to hump the bed right now but the bruising grip that Spock had on his ass meant that he couldn’t so much as wriggle his butt without Spock’s permission. Jim winced when a stroke went just a little too deep to be pleasurable, but Spock picked up on it immediately, keeping the next few thrusts short and shallow until he’d recovered.
Suddenly Spock fell over him, hands hard like cuffs around his wrists. Jim yelled out in surprise when his arms were pulled behind him but that quickly turned into a howl when Spock used the new position to jerk him back on to his cock. Jim was pretty sure he gurgled.
“If you will oblige me, I have a particular preference for this manner of copulation as your rectum clenches every 2.4 seconds when you are upright in a kneeling position,” Spock said tightly, punctuating his breaths with thrusts. If Jim wasn’t slobbering and incoherent, he would tell Spock that he could screw him in any position he wanted, as long as he kept on torturing his prostate with his very accurate Vulcan cock.
“Do you require extra stimulation before I proceed to the natural conclusion?’
Jim’s face went a deep scarlet at the thought of “extra stimulation.” Any harder and he was either going to come or start screaming and sobbing, and wouldn’t Spock like that - sadistic fucker! What Jim would give for a paddle to beat Spock’s ass green for being such a bad boy - guh, next week, Jim promised himself, next week.
“Very well,” Spock grunted, his thrusts becoming short, rough and jerky. There was a light moan in the back of his throat and a tightening of his fingers around Jim’s wrist before he sprawled over Jim’s back, clutching at his sides and snaking around quaking stomach muscles to fist Jim’s swollen hardness.
Jim swore as his shaking knees finally gave and he collapsed flat on his face with an undignified squeak and thrust frantically against Spock’s sweaty palm. The friction was delicious, wet enough to glide and dry enough to ease the ache running up and down his cock like an insatiable itch. Behind him, Spock’s body was hot and heavy, pulverizing his ass with the way that Vulcan cock nailed him flat against the mattress.
“At my current level of stimulation and hardness, I will achieve orgasm in twenty seconds,” Spock rasped against his ear. “With your consent, I will give into my biological impulse and ejaculate inside you.”
Jim tilted his ass upwards with a noisy whine because Spock made that sound so dirty wrong. He also wondered how the hell Spock’s mouth and tongue was still obeying his brain when Jim’s had long since stopped doing much of anything except sobbing, moaning, whining and grunting. There was a deep throaty groan from Spock against his sweaty neck, and then the hand around his cock jerked, tightening and relaxing until Jim tasted damp cotton and came over Spock’s hand with a muffled shout, shuddering and twisting as he felt Spock pulse inside him, white-hot.
It took several minutes before he knew anything except the fact his dick was happy and his ass was warm inside and out. Jim gradually became aware of Spock nuzzling against his neck, tilting his face up and sticking a finger into his mouth to get him to spit out the bed sheet.
“Based on your response, you found our encounter satisfying.”
Jim closed his eyes with a groan and didn’t even bother to respond because like always, Spock was an overachieving bastard.
A/N: graphic porn like this is hard to write like you wouldn't believe! This took more time than Slow Fun (part of my FUN series, which is Kirk and Spock experimenting with kinks in the bedroom --- basically an excuse for porn) and in all fairness, I now have urge to write bottom!Spock (which I actually don't prefer cos of a secret phobia that only one person knows about) and non-penetrative sex.
Face down with his ass in the air like a complete slut, Jim wondered if it would be okay to turn into goo because when he had told Spock to study up on talking dirty as they were going to have a test tonight, he half expected to be ignored. But really, when did Spock ever turn down a chance to blow away the bell curve?
Between mutters about the ‘tight elasticity of his rectum’, the eagerness that he took Spock’s fingers and graphic absolutely filthy descriptions of what Spock intended to do to him as the Vulcan nosed around Jim’s pubic hair and pronounced his pheromones to be potent and arousing, Jim became a mass of raw nerves and quivering flesh, because hot damn he always did have a thing for talented tongues.
"Is this pleasurable?” Spock grunted quietly, a thoughtful note in his smooth dry voice. “I feel quite enraptured by the clenching of your rectum around my penis."
"God, Spock." Jim moaned, as Spock matched his words by beginning to move. Punishingly hard, with those hot strong fingers clutching at his ass and parting them until Jim was squirming at how open he was, how much Spock could see and just - he whined like he was being tortured, his elbows and knees shaking as they strained to hold him up.
He loved it when Spock was gulping for air, grimacing and writhing, but there was something extremely hot about Spock having his wicked way with him, fucking him into a moaning, sweaty mess of nerves. Made those times when Spock turned over the wheel that much kinkier, and definitely more satisfying.
“It is not logical but the visual confirmation,” Spock breathed, “of my penis buried inside you is highly arousing. It seems to fulfills my biological impulse to subdue you; I find that exposure to the image increases my pleasure by 30 percent.”
This should be embarrassing, being manhandled but all he could think about was how hot it was, that Spock was watching them fuck. Jim slammed his forehead head against the mattress and whimpered; just trying to imagine the sight of his hole stretched by Spock’s green cock was enough to make him squirm in complete sensory overload.
"Your moans are also arousing." Spock stated, before shifting his hips and bearing down on Jim’s ass in a way that hit his prostrate right on in a hard graze. Jim threw his head back and let out a yell, swearing as his body lit up like a light bulb. "I find that reaction far more pleasing, however."
Spock may as well be discussing the weather, with the dry bland matter-of-fact tone he was using. To say that it turned him on was to not give Spock full credit for the way his cock drooled as a result.
“You have not answered my question.” There was another forceful thrust in and out with the precision of a machine, hitting right where it felt best and reducing him to a writhing mess mouthing the bed sheets as his elbows shook.
“Yes!” Jim yelled, “yes dammit!”
“Good.” Spock grunted. “Then you will not object if I were to increase the depth of penetration.”
Jim swore when Spock did exactly as he said, fucking him so deep it was almost uncomfortable and his face was mashed into the bed. The noise that Spock made - a guttural rumble in the back of his throat -sent a kick straight down Jim’s spine, squeezing a shudder from his straining muscles. A fresh wave of heat flooded his limbs when he realized that his hips were completely immobile and at Spock’s mercy. Jim desperately wish that he actually still had the ability to string two words together so he could beg for Spock to finish already.
“Is this new position pleasurable?” Spock asked tightly, his breaths coming in thick guttural sighs. “I altered the angle of your torso by fifty degrees, and raised my hips five centremeters above your posterior to achieve maximum penetration.”
Jim’s cock jumped as he mindlessly groaned in response, his hands clenching and loosening as his teeth gnawed through the closest patch of cotton when he went into complete spasm mode, because fuck, Spock was obviously trying to kill him with too much information. The sound of them fucking was hard solid and sloppy from all the extra lube they’d used, and rather pornographic combined with all the heavy breathing, whimpers and moans.
“Judging by your heart rate, temperature and the contraction of your rectum around my penis, you will reach orgasm in three minutes and seventeen seconds.”
Damn right he was! Jim would give anything to hump the bed right now but the bruising grip that Spock had on his ass meant that he couldn’t so much as wriggle his butt without Spock’s permission. Jim winced when a stroke went just a little too deep to be pleasurable, but Spock picked up on it immediately, keeping the next few thrusts short and shallow until he’d recovered.
Suddenly Spock fell over him, hands hard like cuffs around his wrists. Jim yelled out in surprise when his arms were pulled behind him but that quickly turned into a howl when Spock used the new position to jerk him back on to his cock. Jim was pretty sure he gurgled.
“If you will oblige me, I have a particular preference for this manner of copulation as your rectum clenches every 2.4 seconds when you are upright in a kneeling position,” Spock said tightly, punctuating his breaths with thrusts. If Jim wasn’t slobbering and incoherent, he would tell Spock that he could screw him in any position he wanted, as long as he kept on torturing his prostate with his very accurate Vulcan cock.
“Do you require extra stimulation before I proceed to the natural conclusion?’
Jim’s face went a deep scarlet at the thought of “extra stimulation.” Any harder and he was either going to come or start screaming and sobbing, and wouldn’t Spock like that - sadistic fucker! What Jim would give for a paddle to beat Spock’s ass green for being such a bad boy - guh, next week, Jim promised himself, next week.
“Very well,” Spock grunted, his thrusts becoming short, rough and jerky. There was a light moan in the back of his throat and a tightening of his fingers around Jim’s wrist before he sprawled over Jim’s back, clutching at his sides and snaking around quaking stomach muscles to fist Jim’s swollen hardness.
Jim swore as his shaking knees finally gave and he collapsed flat on his face with an undignified squeak and thrust frantically against Spock’s sweaty palm. The friction was delicious, wet enough to glide and dry enough to ease the ache running up and down his cock like an insatiable itch. Behind him, Spock’s body was hot and heavy, pulverizing his ass with the way that Vulcan cock nailed him flat against the mattress.
“At my current level of stimulation and hardness, I will achieve orgasm in twenty seconds,” Spock rasped against his ear. “With your consent, I will give into my biological impulse and ejaculate inside you.”
Jim tilted his ass upwards with a noisy whine because Spock made that sound so dirty wrong. He also wondered how the hell Spock’s mouth and tongue was still obeying his brain when Jim’s had long since stopped doing much of anything except sobbing, moaning, whining and grunting. There was a deep throaty groan from Spock against his sweaty neck, and then the hand around his cock jerked, tightening and relaxing until Jim tasted damp cotton and came over Spock’s hand with a muffled shout, shuddering and twisting as he felt Spock pulse inside him, white-hot.
It took several minutes before he knew anything except the fact his dick was happy and his ass was warm inside and out. Jim gradually became aware of Spock nuzzling against his neck, tilting his face up and sticking a finger into his mouth to get him to spit out the bed sheet.
“Based on your response, you found our encounter satisfying.”
Jim closed his eyes with a groan and didn’t even bother to respond because like always, Spock was an overachieving bastard.
A/N: graphic porn like this is hard to write like you wouldn't believe! This took more time than Slow Fun (part of my FUN series, which is Kirk and Spock experimenting with kinks in the bedroom --- basically an excuse for porn) and in all fairness, I now have urge to write bottom!Spock (which I actually don't prefer cos of a secret phobia that only one person knows about) and non-penetrative sex.