Rule of Touch
Title: Rule of Touch
Rating: M
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Disclaimer: Yes, maybe, no. Take your pick.
Summary: Prompt from here on the st_xi_kink meme.
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It was a simple touch to the psi-points, Jim’s mind completely open to him. Spock moved freely, pressed deeper, felt the captain’s breath ghosting against his wrist.
Their eyes were supposed to be closed, usually closed automatically, but Spock watched Jim’s tongue move across his lips, his throat constrict as he swallowed. Spock copied the actions, and then looked down into blue eyes, pupils dilated.
Nerves tingled down his spine as an image flashed across his mind, followed by more until there was a short, choppy film.
Jim’s mouth quirked awkwardly as his cheeks flushed, breath hot and panting as his less than innocent thoughts charged through Spock’s mind unfiltered and uncensored.
The strength of arousal was overwhelming, and Spock found himself pressed against Jim’s hardness, pressed against the coolness of the wall. He broke composure and moaned as Jim’s mouth found his, tongues twisting and teeth clashing.
His mind was so focused on the images that Jim was passing into him (the slap of skin on skin, body fluids shared between them, fingers grasping and nails scratching, pushing into tightness that seemed almost impossible, grunting into a motion of rhythm until two bodies were one and could not be separated) that he was struck with surprise when Jim grabbed his naked length and shifted it against Spock’s.
He couldn’t help but stare at their differences. Though Spock was half human, he was also half Vulcan, and between the two, the latter had more dominance in his genes; green veins pulsed thickly in his Vulcan penis, pointed and more serpentine than Jim’s weeping, red, human cock.
To his knowledge, Jim had never seen a naked Vulcan in full arousal, and his theory was proven correct as the captain lightly fingered him, following the dark lines down. The touch was so soft that Spock almost came from the sensation, and Jim did not miss the twitch of the Vulcan’s slim, angular hips, placed a quick biting kiss against Spock’s jaw before throwing him onto the floor, straddling him so that only their dicks brushed.
Spock was still connected via meld, and found the thought of fucking, of getting fucked by Jim was almost too much to take and arched upwards to create friction and increase contact. Jim pulled away, kept his mind connected but nothing else. He made the movements but didn’t touch Spock, gyrating and moaning and thrusting into air.
The fantasy was transferred to Spock, felt it as real as Jim did, heat enveloping his stretching Vulcan penis even though there was nothing really there. The look on Jim’s face was all he needed, and the sight of Jim’s cock, twitching and throbbing and exposed above him.
Jim’s movements became erratic for a moment before he made a final thrust forward into Spock’s navel and spasmed his release onto taught Vulcan stomach, back arched and mouth wide open.
It only took a moment for Jim to recover, playing with the sticky white seed he’d painted onto Spock, nipping and tonguing his way down the inside of Spock’s arms, across collarbone and peaked sage nipples, lapping at his own come as he eased backwards.
Carefully, he lifted Spock’s hips, buried his nose in one pale thigh, spreading ass cheeks wide so that he could gaze at Spock’s core, gently kiss his way there. It was almost surgically clean, he noticed, smelled like some kind of herbal soap. He tasted clean, too, Jim thought, pushing his tongue passed the tight ring of muscles, enjoying the thought of slight discomfort that Spock must be feeling.
The only sign that Spock showed of feeling anything was the slight flaring of nostrils and the green flush, aside from the obvious erection. In the movements, his fingers had slipped from Jim’s mind, but the perverse thoughts still lingered within him and his arousal strengthened.
Jim continued to fuck Spock with his tongue, pushing fingers in and reaching as far as he could, caressing Spock from the inside. Muscles worked around him, tried to suck him in.
Jim backed away, breathed deeply and blew out slowly. Spock’s dick twitched and Jim watched gleefully in excitement as Spock arched his back, shooting white streams into the air as he whispered “captain” softly and moaned.
He kissed his way down Spock’s penis, kissing the tip lightly as the last bit of come hit the back of Jim’s throat. He could feel the erection failing in his mouth, softening and drawing back into its little pouch that Jim found terrifyingly cute, even though he’d never admit it.
The evidence of their orgasms still covered Spock’s quivering belly, so Jim politely licked some up, held it with his tongue and spilled it into the Vulcan’s mouth, sealing the delivery with a searing kiss.
Neither speaks until Jim finishes cleaning, Spock tasting each lick of come as it’s shared, and then he lies between the Vulcan’s legs, pressing close and spent as he puts his lips by the pointed ear.
“We taste good together,” he whispers, grinning with his eyes closed. Beneath his hand he can feel Spock’s heart beating.
“Indeed, Captain,” Spock sighs. “I must agree.” And he licks his lips, to remember the taste, as if he’s going to forget it.
Jim moves to his elbows, leers down at the half-man beneath him and leans a little closer. “Next time, we should get a little closer.” His voice is now low, husky, and his breath smells like sex, like the rest of him, but Spock doesn’t mind, breathes deep and initiates a small kiss.
Spock flushes as he speaks again. “I believe that to be a wise decision, if slightly biased.”
Jim just laughs, and deepens the kiss a little more.