Prompt Fill: Knowing Me, Knowing You 11/16awarringtonOctober 23 2009, 22:01:55 UTC
By the time he realized his hands were no longer held, Spock had gone on to explore other horizons. He was running the fingernails of one hand over his ribs to his nipples, while the other palmed his flank, the Vulcan’s tongue tracing his collarbone.
Kirk worked a hand between them and found one of Spock’s nipples, discovering it was already an erect nub, and when he stroked his fingertips across it, the Vulcan gasped and shuddered, biting down on his shoulder.
Kirk knew he was getting close and any strong sensation would likely tip him over the edge. But he wanted more from this first time together.
“Spock,” he whispered into the silence, “I want you to fuck me.”
Spock lifted his head and held Kirk’s gaze as though looking at him would help him decide whether or not he was willing to take that step. Seeing Spock look at him like that just aroused him further, the look of desire clearly written on the beautiful face.
“Please. I want you, I want to feel you inside me. I want to surrender myself to you.”
Unsure what the answer was, he suddenly found himself being kissed as though there were no tomorrow, Spock’s tongue plundering his mouth and taking possession, as he drove his hips in hard thrusts against Kirk. As abruptly as it had begun, Spock stopped and licked languidly up his neck to his ear.
“We will require some form of lubrication. I-”
“I’ve got some,” Kirk interrupted and moved his hand around the rug trying to locate the abandoned tube.
Spock pulled back to meet his eyes, an eyebrow raised. “Indeed?”
Kirk felt himself flush. “It’s not something I carry around with me all the time. But parties are usually a good place to find a willing partner, so it’s best to be prepared.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to justify himself and because of his unaccustomed embarrassment, it took him longer than it should have to recognize the amusement on Spock’s face.
“Jim, no vindication is necessary. I am gratified you are so well prepared, as I am uncertain I have anything that would have been suitable.”
Kirk felt relief wash over him, not wanting Spock to think he was one in a long line of anonymous sexual encounters - he was already taking this further than he ever had done with another man.
They kissed briefly, and then Spock began to kiss, lick and nip his way down Kirk’s body, pausing to suck sensitive nipples erect and eliciting quiet moans of delight. By the time the Vulcan had got to his naval, Kirk’s body was on fire.
“Don’t go near my cock or I’ll go off like a rocket,” he warned. Evidently notice was taken as the busy mouth moved out to his hips for one kiss. Spock then moved to a kneeling position, nudging Kirk’s legs apart, and taking his ankles, gently pushed them up and back.
It was almost all over when Spock’s tongue touched his ass. As if sensing this, a hot hand clamped the base of his cock, squeezing firmly.
“Not yet,” Spock said quietly and then bent back to his task, alternating between laving and thrusting, bathing the sensitive area and playing with the tight knot of muscle until Kirk was quivering with need.
Without letting go of his cock, Spock sat up. “I will require your assistance.”
Kirk opened the tube and squeezed some gel onto the slender fingers. A moment later, he felt one slide into him. When a second joined the first, it burned a little at first but he focused on relaxing and the sensation became more pleasurable. The third finger hurt and he was unable to stop himself tensing. Spock quickly withdrew.
“Jim, have you done this before?”
“I’ve not been fucked before, no. But I want this. Please, don’t stop.” He tried not to inject an air of desperation in his voice, but he wanted this so much. He didn’t really know why, just that this felt right to him, that this was the right step to take.
“I do not want to stop, Jim - I am uncertain that I am able, even were I to wish it.” With that admission, he recommenced the preparation, going more slowly and gently. The discomfort naturally took the edge off Kirk’s arousal.
Kirk worked a hand between them and found one of Spock’s nipples, discovering it was already an erect nub, and when he stroked his fingertips across it, the Vulcan gasped and shuddered, biting down on his shoulder.
Kirk knew he was getting close and any strong sensation would likely tip him over the edge. But he wanted more from this first time together.
“Spock,” he whispered into the silence, “I want you to fuck me.”
Spock lifted his head and held Kirk’s gaze as though looking at him would help him decide whether or not he was willing to take that step. Seeing Spock look at him like that just aroused him further, the look of desire clearly written on the beautiful face.
“Please. I want you, I want to feel you inside me. I want to surrender myself to you.”
Unsure what the answer was, he suddenly found himself being kissed as though there were no tomorrow, Spock’s tongue plundering his mouth and taking possession, as he drove his hips in hard thrusts against Kirk. As abruptly as it had begun, Spock stopped and licked languidly up his neck to his ear.
“We will require some form of lubrication. I-”
“I’ve got some,” Kirk interrupted and moved his hand around the rug trying to locate the abandoned tube.
Spock pulled back to meet his eyes, an eyebrow raised. “Indeed?”
Kirk felt himself flush. “It’s not something I carry around with me all the time. But parties are usually a good place to find a willing partner, so it’s best to be prepared.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to justify himself and because of his unaccustomed embarrassment, it took him longer than it should have to recognize the amusement on Spock’s face.
“Jim, no vindication is necessary. I am gratified you are so well prepared, as I am uncertain I have anything that would have been suitable.”
Kirk felt relief wash over him, not wanting Spock to think he was one in a long line of anonymous sexual encounters - he was already taking this further than he ever had done with another man.
They kissed briefly, and then Spock began to kiss, lick and nip his way down Kirk’s body, pausing to suck sensitive nipples erect and eliciting quiet moans of delight. By the time the Vulcan had got to his naval, Kirk’s body was on fire.
“Don’t go near my cock or I’ll go off like a rocket,” he warned. Evidently notice was taken as the busy mouth moved out to his hips for one kiss. Spock then moved to a kneeling position, nudging Kirk’s legs apart, and taking his ankles, gently pushed them up and back.
It was almost all over when Spock’s tongue touched his ass. As if sensing this, a hot hand clamped the base of his cock, squeezing firmly.
“Not yet,” Spock said quietly and then bent back to his task, alternating between laving and thrusting, bathing the sensitive area and playing with the tight knot of muscle until Kirk was quivering with need.
Without letting go of his cock, Spock sat up. “I will require your assistance.”
Kirk opened the tube and squeezed some gel onto the slender fingers. A moment later, he felt one slide into him. When a second joined the first, it burned a little at first but he focused on relaxing and the sensation became more pleasurable. The third finger hurt and he was unable to stop himself tensing. Spock quickly withdrew.
“Jim, have you done this before?”
“I’ve not been fucked before, no. But I want this. Please, don’t stop.” He tried not to inject an air of desperation in his voice, but he wanted this so much. He didn’t really know why, just that this felt right to him, that this was the right step to take.
“I do not want to stop, Jim - I am uncertain that I am able, even were I to wish it.” With that admission, he recommenced the preparation, going more slowly and gently. The discomfort naturally took the edge off Kirk’s arousal.
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