FIC: Jewels of the Flesh (gift for kamiyo)
Title: Jewels of the Flesh
Fandom: Star Trek (XI)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Word count: 2759
Summary: Spock is captured during an away mission. After recovering him, Kirk discovers that his mate's ears have been pierced. Inevitable sexytimes ensue.
Warnings: PWP (seriously, nothing but senseless pr0n), graphic sexual content, swearing, bottom!Spock.
Notes: There be art at the end of this fic! Just an FYI. <3
This is written as a gift for kamiyo, whose birthday is today. :D This gift is being given as a result of what I promised everyone who responded to this post back in December of last year. I knew automatically what I was going to do for Kami's gift, so I started on it first. Hope you enjoy it, bb! (After all, you were the one who originally gave me the idea!) <3
Also, as far as the accompanying art goes, I realize that there are flaws in it. There are anatomy issues and whatnot, as well as things I personally think I could have done better (I really didn't mean to make the boys so skinny, doh). If people end up liking it I won't complain, but don't worry, I see the mistakes and I recognize them! XD
So yes. Have a happy birthday, kamiyo, and enjoy your gift!
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“The most precious jewels are not made of stone, but of flesh.” -Robert Ludlum (1927 - 2001)
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“I’m not going to ask again.”
The ruling Grinn held up his claws in a cautious plead, wary of the phaser pointed directly at him. “One of Terra,” he said carefully, “I have tried to explain to you, we intend the One of Vulcan no harm-”
“I didn’t ask you to explain. I asked to you take me to him.” The heat in Kirk’s voice that accompanied the firming grip on his phaser seemed to do the job. The Grinn hissed a sigh and nodded.
“Very well.”
Kirk nodded to the security team and they made to follow the obviously reluctant alien. They entered the massive temple without incident and were eventually lead down an ornate hallway. Glass cases and entries into smaller rooms lined the walls, reminding Kirk of some kind of museum; some held objects of obviously immense value while others houses strangely exotic animals. Kirk’s eyes narrowed in suspicion before the Grinn guided them to a small space clearly designed for living, the main area taken up by lush furniture covered in silk pillows. On top of them lay the objective of Kirk’s rescue mission.
“As you can see, One of Terra, the One of Vulcan is uninjured-”
“Spock!” Disregarding the Grinn’s presence, the captain ran forward.
The half-Vulcan in question seemed to perk up in attention. “Captain,” he greeted calmly. As Kirk got closer he began to take into account his first’s state of - or rather, “lack of” - dress: Spock was adorned in a simple gold headpiece and collar of sorts, but the only significant article of clothing on his body seemed to be the bronze-gold loincloth carefully covering his nether regions, apparently held up only by a thin gold belt and a few woven strings.
Kirk diligently ignored the eager twitch of his cock at the sight.
Spock sat up straighter as Kirk approached, but upon closer inspection something seemed subtly wrong. Spock’s pupils were strangely dilated and the skin around his cheeks and ear tips were decently flushed.
Kirk saw red.
“What did you give him?”
The lead Grinn balked slightly as the captain’s phaser was leveled on him once again. “N-nothing, I assure you! The One of Vulcan has been treated with the utmost care and has not been harmed-”
“Bullshit. As if Spock would willingly let himself be-”
“Captain.” Kirk turned to face Spock, who’d stood up and reached over to touch the human’s shoulder, wrist adorned with a gold bracelet. From what Kirk could tell, Spock’s Vulcan control was currently strained. “He is being truthful - I have not been injured.”
“…Spock, please don’t tell me you’re about to suggest that this was all some big misunderstanding-”
“However,” Spock interrupted again, the green flush now more prominent against his skin, “I would find it most agreeable if we were to postpone any further conversations until we are back aboard the Enterprise.” When Kirk hesitated for another short moment, Spock leaned in further. “Jim, please.” The half-Vulcan’s voice was low, meant only for Kirk’s ears, making his next decision a no-brainer.
He gestured for the security team to remain alert, then whipped out his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise.”
“Enterprise. Scott here, Captain.”
“Scotty, prepare for beam up. I want myself and Mister Spock transported directly to my quarters. Afterward, stand by to beam up the security team. Understood?”
“Clear as crystal, sir. Standing by.”
Kirk shot a promising glare in the direction of the lead Grinn, who visibly cowered under the scrutiny. Making sure the unspoken message got through that he wasn’t about to leave the matter unresolved, Kirk gently took hold of Spock’s upper arm and spoke into his communicator again.
“Energize, Scotty. Get us off this planet.”
-----
Once they had materialized in his quarters, Kirk didn’t hesitate before enveloping Spock in a hug. He felt Spock begin to relax against him, although he knew the same sense of relief would not register on the half-Vulcan’s face.
“Jim,” came his lover’s voice in a knowing tone, “I told you, they have not-”
“I know,” Kirk said, squeezing Spock a little tighter. “I’m just glad I have you back.” Spock didn’t respond, instead relaxing further into the human’s embrace.
Kirk let the quiet moment drag out a bit before choosing to address the next topic of his concern. “Spock, I know you said they didn’t hurt you, but did they…” He swallowed, taking a step back. “Were they trying to…?”
“No, Jim,” Spock was quick to assure. “The Grinn are a peaceful species. Despite their reptilian appearance they are indeed herbivorous, and as such they have developed near to no tools designed for killing. I do not believe they would seek to harm anyone even if they had the means with which to do so.
“Above all, the Grinn are aesthetically oriented as a society and species. Their immense appreciation for all things they consider being beautiful and priceless is so great that they consider it a duty of sorts to collect such things and see that they are well cared for and preserved.” Spock paused to recompose himself, as if he were having difficulty concentrating. “That is why I was captured when separated from the landing party, Jim. Due to Vulcan’s destruction, Vulcans are considered a rare species; therefore I was an ideal piece of ‘art’ for the Grinn to collect and seek to protect. However, I knew they would not seek to harm me after learning of their motives, so I sought to cooperate with them until your imminent arrival to my location.”
Kirk couldn’t help but smile a little at Spock’s unwavering faith in his abilities. “But if they didn’t hurt you or give you anything, why do you look so flushed? They must have done something.”
Spock’s eyes glanced away. “They did,” he admitted quietly. “However, their actions caused no pain; rather, it… provoked an entirely different response.”
Kirk frowned, pausing in thought before his gaze wandered and he finally noticed.
Eyes widening, he bent closer to Spock’s face, now focused intently on the lobe of one of Spock’s ears. Where there once had been nothing but smooth, bare skin sat a shimmering ruby stud. Kirk took a step over to Spock’s other side. Sure enough, another studded gem hung in Spock’s ear.
“They pierced your ears…” he murmured, his tone bordering on disbelief. “And it doesn’t hurt?”
“Negative,” Spock confirmed. “On the contrary, it…” He sighed - actually sighed. “Jim, I cannot describe it.”
In a split second Kirk finally got it. It was a wonder how he didn’t realize it before.
A smile slowly crept onto his face. “Feels good?”
Spock’s skin darkened even further. “…Yes. The piercings are still very fresh. I admit, the action took me by surprise at the time. I regret I was unable to explain the situation clearly on the planet’s surface.”
“It’s understandable, Spock. I’m actually glad you got me to beam us up when you did. I wouldn’t have wanted to leave you so… exposed in public.”
“…Indeed.”
Kirk’s eyes wandered again and he found himself taking in the sight of Spock much more thoroughly than he’d been able to on the planet. The shine of gold mixed with the green tone of Spock’s skin was an interesting combination, but not displeasing to the eye. He eyed the link of jewels trailing down Spock’s chest that ended in graceful gold loops off to his sides just under his pectoral muscles. A pair of gold armlets and bracelets lined the lean arms, each pair connected by a thin trail of purple silk. Down lower, the delicate loincloth looked as though it was about to break open at any moment, the material thinning out over Spock’s hips and dipping so low that Kirk could see hints of dark hair peeking out just over the beltline.
The human swallowed, willing to keep his libido in check. He didn’t want to make Spock more uncomfortable than he already was - admitted or not.
“Listen, you wait here. I’ll head over to your quarters and grab you a change of-”
“You are aroused by my current state.”
“I… what?”
Spock reached out, not-so-discreetly cupping Kirk in his pants and squeezing generously. “Your pupils are near full dilation and your heart rate has increased significantly since first witnessing my appearance in the Grinn temple. Your symptoms suggest you wish to engage in coitus.”
“Spock, I’m sorry, I know this is inappropriate. You know how human reactions can be, I didn’t mean-”
“I would not be adverse to intercourse at this time.”
“-and I… huh?”
Spock shut his eyes, almost looking pained. “Jim, I will be honest: my internal control against the current stimulation caused by the piercings did not waver until the moment I witnessed you coming to my aid in the temple. At this point in time, now that we are alone, should you wish to experiment with this new development I would not wish to stop you.”
Kirk blinked, unsure if this was actually happening, but unwilling to halt the new, stirring warmth that was forming in the pit of his belly. “Spock… I’m not forcing you into this.”
When Spock’s eyes opened again, something intense burned within their depths. “…You are my mate - your desires are mine.”
After a few seconds Kirk stepped forward, still not quite able to believe the moment was real. He reached out a cautious hand toward the side of Spock’s head, letting it hover briefly before allowing his fingers to press lightly against the flushed skin of the pointed ear. A low, soft breath escaped the half-Vulcan’s nose at the touch. Deciding to try something further, Kirk’s hand drifted down until it brushed the ruby stud. Hesitating only a moment, he took hold of the jewelry and gently spun it between his fingertips, twisting the metal rod carefully where it lay encased in the pierced flesh.
A loud gasp escaped Spock unbidden. The glazed brown eyes snapped shut again as strong hands came up to clasp insistently at the front of Kirk’s tunic.
“Jim.”
Kirk shuddered beneath the sudden onslaught of lust. “Fuck. Come here.”
He took hold of Spock’s arms and tugged him forward, backing up until he reached the nearest chair in his living area. He sat down, turning Spock around before pulling him back to sit in his lap, legs parted over Kirk’s thighs. Spock automatically took hold of the chair’s armrests, bracing himself as Kirk unleashed a wet, oral onslaught on his right ear. As his tongue lavished over the jewel set in his lover’s skin, Kirk’s hands wandered over the rest of Spock’s body; one settled against a pale hip while the other trailed up to toy with an olivine nipple.
Spock keened quietly when Kirk’s mouth descended over the lobe of his ear, sucking it along with the studded earring into warm, wet heat. His grip on the chair tightening, Spock ground back onto his mate’s lap, twisting his rear in tiny circles over the prominent bulge he could feel beneath him. Kirk groaned over his mouthful of Spock’s ear. He abruptly released it, bringing both of his hands down to take hold of Spock’s hips.
“God, Spock,” he hissed in pleasure. “They may have only sought you as a work of art, just something to sit around all day on silk pillows looking pretty, but they may as well have made you a fucking concubine. Look at you.” His eyes swept hungrily over the back of Spock’s thong-like loincloth, taking in the sight of the thinning material outlining his lover’s ass and disappearing between the pale cheeks. Kirk started massaging them with his hands, pulling the globes apart with his thumbs and thrusting his clothed erection up in between them. A tiny moan rose out of Spock and the black-capped head fell back onto Kirk’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Kirk breathed. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful, Spock. I need you right fucking now. Let me get you up, I need to grab-”
Spock was suddenly up and off him, spinning around and kneeling between Kirk’s legs before the human could even comprehend the change. Skilled hands made deft work of his button and fly before Kirk’s thighs were being pushed apart and wet heat was enveloping his newly released erection. Kirk tipped his head back in ecstasy, wanting to watch the gorgeous sight of Spock’s mouth on him but unable to control his reaction to the sudden sensation.
Without looking, he reached out his hands, patting over the sides of Spock’s bobbing head until he found what he was searching for. He squeezed one of the pointed ears in each hand, rubbing the sensitive skin between his fingertips and arcing up in silent bliss as the action caused Spock to hum pleasantly around his cock.
Apparently deeming his version of preparation adequately complete, Spock lifted his mouth from his mate’s penis with a final long lick and stood, turning around and sitting back upon the human’s lap.
Kirk tilted his head forward again, watching as his cock rubbed at Spock’s cheeks, thickly coated in Vulcan saliva. “S-Spock,” he managed to utter. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You will not.” Spock rocked back in unspoken impatience. “Please, Jim.”
Kirk breathed a short laugh. “My, my, so bossy. Well, if you insist…” He inserted two fingers into his mouth, twisting them until they were slick and shining before pulling the back of the loincloth to the side and pushing them smoothly into Spock’s hole. The half-Vulcan rocked back even harder, seeking further penetration as Kirk stretched him.
“Jim,” Spock spoke quietly after another minute of this. “Jim.”
“Alright.” Kirk’s voice was equally quiet now. “Alright, baby, I’m right here. Hold on.” He slid his fingers out and braced his hand on Spock’s hip as he aligned himself to his lover’s entrance. As he began pulling Spock gently down onto him, the half-Vulcan quickly took control of the pace, sheathing himself around Kirk in one solid move. The human cried out in surprise, his blue eyes wide with shocked pleasure.
“Impatient brat,” he breathed through gritted teeth, a smile in his voice. “If that’s what you want…” Kirk squeezed Spock’s ass with one hand and bucked his hips up, evidently striking his lover’s prostate on the first try. Craning his neck, he bit down on one of the pointed ears and began thrusting frantically, setting the area around them alight with the sounds of gold and jewels clinking together with each jarring movement. His remaining hand drifted up to the other side of Spock’s head and took hold of the ruby stud he found there, twisting it back and forth and causing Spock to writhe in his lap. A hand scrambled up to grab onto Kirk’s and he quickly abandoned the earring in order to tangle his fingers with Spock’s. He rubbed the pads of his fingers into Spock’s and suddenly the muscles around his cock were squeezing wonderfully. A blinding shine erupted in Kirk’s vision; he bucked unrestrained into the slick heat of his mate three more times and then he was coming, washing Spock’s channel with his seed.
Kirk pulled his hand away from Spock’s as he calmed, settling them both against the half-Vulcan’s hips as he set to mouthing wet kisses to one of the flushed ears. He murmured words of love and adoration into it between each touch, and it wasn’t long before Spock was twisting and bucking in Kirk’s lap, ejaculating silently into the silky confines of the loincloth.
As they both sat recovering, breathing gently together, Kirk leaned his head in and nuzzled along Spock’s neck, stopping where the jeweled collar impeded his progress.
“So,” he murmured against the flushed skin, reaching up to once again tweak one of the studded rubies, “can we keep them?”
Spock relaxed back against him. “I… do not believe I can find any justifiable reason why I should not at times wear such jewelry when we are in the privacy of our respective quarters.” He paused. “…But only then, of course.”
Kirk snorted against Spock’s neck. “Of course.”
“As of now, however,” Spock continued, “I believe I would appreciate a change of clothes.”
“Sure thing, babe,” Kirk assured, pressing one last kiss to Spock’s cheek before carefully pushing him off and rising to his feet. “But earrings or not, we are so doing that again in the near future.”
Turning away to supposedly hide another involuntary flush, Spock’s somewhat hesitant voice rang out. “…Indeed.”
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Fandom: Star Trek (XI)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Word count: 2759
Summary: Spock is captured during an away mission. After recovering him, Kirk discovers that his mate's ears have been pierced. Inevitable sexytimes ensue.
Warnings: PWP (seriously, nothing but senseless pr0n), graphic sexual content, swearing, bottom!Spock.
Notes: There be art at the end of this fic! Just an FYI. <3
This is written as a gift for kamiyo, whose birthday is today. :D This gift is being given as a result of what I promised everyone who responded to this post back in December of last year. I knew automatically what I was going to do for Kami's gift, so I started on it first. Hope you enjoy it, bb! (After all, you were the one who originally gave me the idea!) <3
Also, as far as the accompanying art goes, I realize that there are flaws in it. There are anatomy issues and whatnot, as well as things I personally think I could have done better (I really didn't mean to make the boys so skinny, doh). If people end up liking it I won't complain, but don't worry, I see the mistakes and I recognize them! XD
So yes. Have a happy birthday, kamiyo, and enjoy your gift!
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“The most precious jewels are not made of stone, but of flesh.” -Robert Ludlum (1927 - 2001)
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“I’m not going to ask again.”
The ruling Grinn held up his claws in a cautious plead, wary of the phaser pointed directly at him. “One of Terra,” he said carefully, “I have tried to explain to you, we intend the One of Vulcan no harm-”
“I didn’t ask you to explain. I asked to you take me to him.” The heat in Kirk’s voice that accompanied the firming grip on his phaser seemed to do the job. The Grinn hissed a sigh and nodded.
“Very well.”
Kirk nodded to the security team and they made to follow the obviously reluctant alien. They entered the massive temple without incident and were eventually lead down an ornate hallway. Glass cases and entries into smaller rooms lined the walls, reminding Kirk of some kind of museum; some held objects of obviously immense value while others houses strangely exotic animals. Kirk’s eyes narrowed in suspicion before the Grinn guided them to a small space clearly designed for living, the main area taken up by lush furniture covered in silk pillows. On top of them lay the objective of Kirk’s rescue mission.
“As you can see, One of Terra, the One of Vulcan is uninjured-”
“Spock!” Disregarding the Grinn’s presence, the captain ran forward.
The half-Vulcan in question seemed to perk up in attention. “Captain,” he greeted calmly. As Kirk got closer he began to take into account his first’s state of - or rather, “lack of” - dress: Spock was adorned in a simple gold headpiece and collar of sorts, but the only significant article of clothing on his body seemed to be the bronze-gold loincloth carefully covering his nether regions, apparently held up only by a thin gold belt and a few woven strings.
Kirk diligently ignored the eager twitch of his cock at the sight.
Spock sat up straighter as Kirk approached, but upon closer inspection something seemed subtly wrong. Spock’s pupils were strangely dilated and the skin around his cheeks and ear tips were decently flushed.
Kirk saw red.
“What did you give him?”
The lead Grinn balked slightly as the captain’s phaser was leveled on him once again. “N-nothing, I assure you! The One of Vulcan has been treated with the utmost care and has not been harmed-”
“Bullshit. As if Spock would willingly let himself be-”
“Captain.” Kirk turned to face Spock, who’d stood up and reached over to touch the human’s shoulder, wrist adorned with a gold bracelet. From what Kirk could tell, Spock’s Vulcan control was currently strained. “He is being truthful - I have not been injured.”
“…Spock, please don’t tell me you’re about to suggest that this was all some big misunderstanding-”
“However,” Spock interrupted again, the green flush now more prominent against his skin, “I would find it most agreeable if we were to postpone any further conversations until we are back aboard the Enterprise.” When Kirk hesitated for another short moment, Spock leaned in further. “Jim, please.” The half-Vulcan’s voice was low, meant only for Kirk’s ears, making his next decision a no-brainer.
He gestured for the security team to remain alert, then whipped out his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise.”
“Enterprise. Scott here, Captain.”
“Scotty, prepare for beam up. I want myself and Mister Spock transported directly to my quarters. Afterward, stand by to beam up the security team. Understood?”
“Clear as crystal, sir. Standing by.”
Kirk shot a promising glare in the direction of the lead Grinn, who visibly cowered under the scrutiny. Making sure the unspoken message got through that he wasn’t about to leave the matter unresolved, Kirk gently took hold of Spock’s upper arm and spoke into his communicator again.
“Energize, Scotty. Get us off this planet.”
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Once they had materialized in his quarters, Kirk didn’t hesitate before enveloping Spock in a hug. He felt Spock begin to relax against him, although he knew the same sense of relief would not register on the half-Vulcan’s face.
“Jim,” came his lover’s voice in a knowing tone, “I told you, they have not-”
“I know,” Kirk said, squeezing Spock a little tighter. “I’m just glad I have you back.” Spock didn’t respond, instead relaxing further into the human’s embrace.
Kirk let the quiet moment drag out a bit before choosing to address the next topic of his concern. “Spock, I know you said they didn’t hurt you, but did they…” He swallowed, taking a step back. “Were they trying to…?”
“No, Jim,” Spock was quick to assure. “The Grinn are a peaceful species. Despite their reptilian appearance they are indeed herbivorous, and as such they have developed near to no tools designed for killing. I do not believe they would seek to harm anyone even if they had the means with which to do so.
“Above all, the Grinn are aesthetically oriented as a society and species. Their immense appreciation for all things they consider being beautiful and priceless is so great that they consider it a duty of sorts to collect such things and see that they are well cared for and preserved.” Spock paused to recompose himself, as if he were having difficulty concentrating. “That is why I was captured when separated from the landing party, Jim. Due to Vulcan’s destruction, Vulcans are considered a rare species; therefore I was an ideal piece of ‘art’ for the Grinn to collect and seek to protect. However, I knew they would not seek to harm me after learning of their motives, so I sought to cooperate with them until your imminent arrival to my location.”
Kirk couldn’t help but smile a little at Spock’s unwavering faith in his abilities. “But if they didn’t hurt you or give you anything, why do you look so flushed? They must have done something.”
Spock’s eyes glanced away. “They did,” he admitted quietly. “However, their actions caused no pain; rather, it… provoked an entirely different response.”
Kirk frowned, pausing in thought before his gaze wandered and he finally noticed.
Eyes widening, he bent closer to Spock’s face, now focused intently on the lobe of one of Spock’s ears. Where there once had been nothing but smooth, bare skin sat a shimmering ruby stud. Kirk took a step over to Spock’s other side. Sure enough, another studded gem hung in Spock’s ear.
“They pierced your ears…” he murmured, his tone bordering on disbelief. “And it doesn’t hurt?”
“Negative,” Spock confirmed. “On the contrary, it…” He sighed - actually sighed. “Jim, I cannot describe it.”
In a split second Kirk finally got it. It was a wonder how he didn’t realize it before.
A smile slowly crept onto his face. “Feels good?”
Spock’s skin darkened even further. “…Yes. The piercings are still very fresh. I admit, the action took me by surprise at the time. I regret I was unable to explain the situation clearly on the planet’s surface.”
“It’s understandable, Spock. I’m actually glad you got me to beam us up when you did. I wouldn’t have wanted to leave you so… exposed in public.”
“…Indeed.”
Kirk’s eyes wandered again and he found himself taking in the sight of Spock much more thoroughly than he’d been able to on the planet. The shine of gold mixed with the green tone of Spock’s skin was an interesting combination, but not displeasing to the eye. He eyed the link of jewels trailing down Spock’s chest that ended in graceful gold loops off to his sides just under his pectoral muscles. A pair of gold armlets and bracelets lined the lean arms, each pair connected by a thin trail of purple silk. Down lower, the delicate loincloth looked as though it was about to break open at any moment, the material thinning out over Spock’s hips and dipping so low that Kirk could see hints of dark hair peeking out just over the beltline.
The human swallowed, willing to keep his libido in check. He didn’t want to make Spock more uncomfortable than he already was - admitted or not.
“Listen, you wait here. I’ll head over to your quarters and grab you a change of-”
“You are aroused by my current state.”
“I… what?”
Spock reached out, not-so-discreetly cupping Kirk in his pants and squeezing generously. “Your pupils are near full dilation and your heart rate has increased significantly since first witnessing my appearance in the Grinn temple. Your symptoms suggest you wish to engage in coitus.”
“Spock, I’m sorry, I know this is inappropriate. You know how human reactions can be, I didn’t mean-”
“I would not be adverse to intercourse at this time.”
“-and I… huh?”
Spock shut his eyes, almost looking pained. “Jim, I will be honest: my internal control against the current stimulation caused by the piercings did not waver until the moment I witnessed you coming to my aid in the temple. At this point in time, now that we are alone, should you wish to experiment with this new development I would not wish to stop you.”
Kirk blinked, unsure if this was actually happening, but unwilling to halt the new, stirring warmth that was forming in the pit of his belly. “Spock… I’m not forcing you into this.”
When Spock’s eyes opened again, something intense burned within their depths. “…You are my mate - your desires are mine.”
After a few seconds Kirk stepped forward, still not quite able to believe the moment was real. He reached out a cautious hand toward the side of Spock’s head, letting it hover briefly before allowing his fingers to press lightly against the flushed skin of the pointed ear. A low, soft breath escaped the half-Vulcan’s nose at the touch. Deciding to try something further, Kirk’s hand drifted down until it brushed the ruby stud. Hesitating only a moment, he took hold of the jewelry and gently spun it between his fingertips, twisting the metal rod carefully where it lay encased in the pierced flesh.
A loud gasp escaped Spock unbidden. The glazed brown eyes snapped shut again as strong hands came up to clasp insistently at the front of Kirk’s tunic.
“Jim.”
Kirk shuddered beneath the sudden onslaught of lust. “Fuck. Come here.”
He took hold of Spock’s arms and tugged him forward, backing up until he reached the nearest chair in his living area. He sat down, turning Spock around before pulling him back to sit in his lap, legs parted over Kirk’s thighs. Spock automatically took hold of the chair’s armrests, bracing himself as Kirk unleashed a wet, oral onslaught on his right ear. As his tongue lavished over the jewel set in his lover’s skin, Kirk’s hands wandered over the rest of Spock’s body; one settled against a pale hip while the other trailed up to toy with an olivine nipple.
Spock keened quietly when Kirk’s mouth descended over the lobe of his ear, sucking it along with the studded earring into warm, wet heat. His grip on the chair tightening, Spock ground back onto his mate’s lap, twisting his rear in tiny circles over the prominent bulge he could feel beneath him. Kirk groaned over his mouthful of Spock’s ear. He abruptly released it, bringing both of his hands down to take hold of Spock’s hips.
“God, Spock,” he hissed in pleasure. “They may have only sought you as a work of art, just something to sit around all day on silk pillows looking pretty, but they may as well have made you a fucking concubine. Look at you.” His eyes swept hungrily over the back of Spock’s thong-like loincloth, taking in the sight of the thinning material outlining his lover’s ass and disappearing between the pale cheeks. Kirk started massaging them with his hands, pulling the globes apart with his thumbs and thrusting his clothed erection up in between them. A tiny moan rose out of Spock and the black-capped head fell back onto Kirk’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Kirk breathed. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful, Spock. I need you right fucking now. Let me get you up, I need to grab-”
Spock was suddenly up and off him, spinning around and kneeling between Kirk’s legs before the human could even comprehend the change. Skilled hands made deft work of his button and fly before Kirk’s thighs were being pushed apart and wet heat was enveloping his newly released erection. Kirk tipped his head back in ecstasy, wanting to watch the gorgeous sight of Spock’s mouth on him but unable to control his reaction to the sudden sensation.
Without looking, he reached out his hands, patting over the sides of Spock’s bobbing head until he found what he was searching for. He squeezed one of the pointed ears in each hand, rubbing the sensitive skin between his fingertips and arcing up in silent bliss as the action caused Spock to hum pleasantly around his cock.
Apparently deeming his version of preparation adequately complete, Spock lifted his mouth from his mate’s penis with a final long lick and stood, turning around and sitting back upon the human’s lap.
Kirk tilted his head forward again, watching as his cock rubbed at Spock’s cheeks, thickly coated in Vulcan saliva. “S-Spock,” he managed to utter. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You will not.” Spock rocked back in unspoken impatience. “Please, Jim.”
Kirk breathed a short laugh. “My, my, so bossy. Well, if you insist…” He inserted two fingers into his mouth, twisting them until they were slick and shining before pulling the back of the loincloth to the side and pushing them smoothly into Spock’s hole. The half-Vulcan rocked back even harder, seeking further penetration as Kirk stretched him.
“Jim,” Spock spoke quietly after another minute of this. “Jim.”
“Alright.” Kirk’s voice was equally quiet now. “Alright, baby, I’m right here. Hold on.” He slid his fingers out and braced his hand on Spock’s hip as he aligned himself to his lover’s entrance. As he began pulling Spock gently down onto him, the half-Vulcan quickly took control of the pace, sheathing himself around Kirk in one solid move. The human cried out in surprise, his blue eyes wide with shocked pleasure.
“Impatient brat,” he breathed through gritted teeth, a smile in his voice. “If that’s what you want…” Kirk squeezed Spock’s ass with one hand and bucked his hips up, evidently striking his lover’s prostate on the first try. Craning his neck, he bit down on one of the pointed ears and began thrusting frantically, setting the area around them alight with the sounds of gold and jewels clinking together with each jarring movement. His remaining hand drifted up to the other side of Spock’s head and took hold of the ruby stud he found there, twisting it back and forth and causing Spock to writhe in his lap. A hand scrambled up to grab onto Kirk’s and he quickly abandoned the earring in order to tangle his fingers with Spock’s. He rubbed the pads of his fingers into Spock’s and suddenly the muscles around his cock were squeezing wonderfully. A blinding shine erupted in Kirk’s vision; he bucked unrestrained into the slick heat of his mate three more times and then he was coming, washing Spock’s channel with his seed.
Kirk pulled his hand away from Spock’s as he calmed, settling them both against the half-Vulcan’s hips as he set to mouthing wet kisses to one of the flushed ears. He murmured words of love and adoration into it between each touch, and it wasn’t long before Spock was twisting and bucking in Kirk’s lap, ejaculating silently into the silky confines of the loincloth.
As they both sat recovering, breathing gently together, Kirk leaned his head in and nuzzled along Spock’s neck, stopping where the jeweled collar impeded his progress.
“So,” he murmured against the flushed skin, reaching up to once again tweak one of the studded rubies, “can we keep them?”
Spock relaxed back against him. “I… do not believe I can find any justifiable reason why I should not at times wear such jewelry when we are in the privacy of our respective quarters.” He paused. “…But only then, of course.”
Kirk snorted against Spock’s neck. “Of course.”
“As of now, however,” Spock continued, “I believe I would appreciate a change of clothes.”
“Sure thing, babe,” Kirk assured, pressing one last kiss to Spock’s cheek before carefully pushing him off and rising to his feet. “But earrings or not, we are so doing that again in the near future.”
Turning away to supposedly hide another involuntary flush, Spock’s somewhat hesitant voice rang out. “…Indeed.”
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