Kitchen & Allll Over The Place -- Day 13 (Early Evening-Night) -- [Private/Unfinished]

[my_god_man]

When Leonard first woke up some -- damn, two? -- days ago, to go on this mission to Bacchus II, he expected some boring mission scanning plants. He certainly wouldn't have predicted this. Being chased out of Sickbay by a flock of crazy, horny people. Slowly becoming one of those crazy, horny people. Leonard paused momentarily out in the

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[thevulcanfirst]

The Vulcan withered on the table, his eyes closed tightly as Leonard’s finger entered him. He gasped at the feeling and thrust back onto him. Those fingers, long and perfect…surgeon’s hands as people referred to them on Earth. But that didn’t matter what mattered was they were Leonard McCoy’s hands. Spock’s breathing got became harsher with each thrust of McCoy’s hand. “Doc-“ he was cut off when the doctor bushed against something inside him that made his hips jerk hard and his dick pulse green. He moaned loudly, the display of emotion so strong should have caused him some distress but at the moment the only distress he was in was that witch came with having sex for the first time.

Spock’s hips jerked a little more with the words that came from Leonard. Words that should have not been so arousing but made him arch into the other man, his body begging for more then what was given. Just one finger inside of him wasn’t enough and soon there were do. “Ahh Doc-Doctor McCoy-“ he shuttered and stuttered over the simple word. “How much longer will we have to ender this torment that is preparation?” Spock’s eyes opened just slightly and they moved up to look at Leonard face; his own eyes were filled with lust, hunger and want but also a dash of mischief and play. Spock smirked slightly and squeezed himself around Leonard’s finger knowing it wouldn’t have the same effect as it would on a Vulcan but an effect nonetheless.

[my_god_man]

Oh god, he just... and it... and... GODDAMN. Leonard had to have him some of that. Now. "Not long at all, darlin'," he muttered as he withdrew his fingers. My god, the man was almost holding them hostage. There was no way of keeping back a whimper of sheer dismayed desire. He palmed the rest of the lube onto his agitated cock. That alone was almost too much. It was just the memory of what awaited his patience that kept him in check.

If he'd had more presence of mind, he'd have hunted down something to tuck under Spock's hips for comfort. But instead, he commanded, "Put yer knees on mah shoulders."

If he'd had more patience to spare, he'd have worked a third finger thoroughly into Spock's unaccustomed body. But instead, he was aligning himself, pressing cock head to a twitching little pucker.

If Leonard wasn't so outta his mind on Spores and hawt, hot Vulcan, he might have questioned if either one of them were ready for the consequences of what they were about to do. But instead, he warned, "Exhale a deep breath an' push out with yer muscles." And pushed in when Spock did so.

".... Hooolysweetmotherofgod."

[thevulcanfirst]

With each step presented by Leonard Spock fallowed without a second thought. If the Vulcan had been in his own right mind he would have marveled at how the doctor’s simple words could be so effective on him. Then with his legs over Leonard’s shoulders and he was pushing out and Leonard was pushing in. Pure pleasure tugged at the edges of Spock’s mind and suddenly it was everywhere. The Vulcan had never had sex before and was not expecting his telepathic abilities to have this sort of effect on him or the situation. But he could feel everything to some existent. He could feel Leonard inside him mostly and that feeling was blocking out most of the touch telepath’s mind but he could feel Leonard’s feeling of ‘So Damn Good’ and the panic that was there slightly, like he was afraid this would be over too quickly. Spock can also feel that simple emotion of want, Leonard wanting to thrust into him, Leonard wanting him, wanting to last. Human emotion was not easy to deal with but Spock did not care at the moment and just let it in. Feeling Leonard inside him in more than one way now made him moan and buck harder as he could against the other man. Feeling never felt so good, Spock decided.

[my_god_man]

Jesus Christ, he was burning up. Inside and out. Hot hands on sensitive body parts was one thing. Fingers dancing in and out of intense heat was another. But damn... this... this was beyond his vocabulary. Might just be beyond his comprehension as well. Leonard had slid all the way into Spock, a little rough and very snug. And did he mention the intense heat? Now, balls deep, he was clinging to the edge of reason and control. It was almost excruciating how much he wanted to come right now. But spored or no, he didn't wanna miss out before he'd even begun.

Just when he thought he could maybe do this without spontaneously exploding, Spock beat him to the thrust. Feline muscles rippled under him and vice grip legs pistoned them both into action. "My god man... tryin' t'do me in already?" he panted, body electrified by how fucking sweet that felt. Hips started taking the hint, short but firm bucks at first. Then Leonard leaned in more, got a better angle on Spock's hips, and began thrusting longer. Harder. Put a little upwards grind into it. Searching for that little magic spot that'd taken then both by surprise a moment ago.

"... Most perfect thing..." Wasn't aware of saying it, maybe he thought it. But it was the truth.

[thevulcanfirst]

Cool almost cold. That’s what Leonard felt like and the irony wasn’t lost on him that Leonard was being taken away by his body heat where Spock was being cooled down like water on a fire. Luckily that didn’t make him lose any arousal, more like added to it. His Vulcan Control slipped away and he laughed lightly, breathlessly at Leonard’s words.

“My apologies Doc,” he was so breathless that he didn’t even think the words could be formed. “Please move,” Spock asked him stilling rocking slightly. And then…oh then Leonard was moving, at first slow but strong. If he went on like that he’d surely kill Spock. The Vulcan bucked back, trying to push hard against the human. Oh this beautiful human, with his mouth and that accent and, and his words…those long finger, his cool skin.

“You are prefect Leonard, beautiful and…perfect,” a lighter green blush appeared over his chest at the admission from both parties. Spock wanted to see inside that mind of his, wanted to know what was going on up there all the time but right now it was burning inside him to just reach up and look inside. The Vulcan tensed and tilted his head back in pleasure as the thrust became more. “Leonard, hands….hold me down,” it was done for the human’s safety more than the pleasure of the Vulcan. Spock didn’t want to attack him with a mind meld and cause the doctor trauma.

[my_god_man]

His body was experiencing pleasure like it hadn't felt in roughly five years. It'd be an understatement to say he was steadily getting blown away. But interestingly, what temporarily stole the very last of his breath, leaving him gasping and aching at the beauty of it? It was that little laugh.

A Vulcan laugh. Spock had just given him the rarest of gifts.

"Darlin'... I'd move mountains... fer ya right now," he eventually managed. And continued trying to shake up the Vulcan's world.

Leonard was already flushed. Somehow he managed to flush more at the compliments. Was surprising he had blood for both ends of him, especially when Spock asked to be held down. Hot damn, he could get into that. And was, grabbing the man's hands and locking fingers, pressing palms. Anchoring his weight on their joined hands as he starting driving into his Vulcan a bit faster, harder. Heard the next, best, musical thing to come from Spock's mouth in a moan that meant only one thing. Yes. Leonard kept that angle, adjusted position slightly, then started thrusting and grinding firmly into the man's sweet spot.

[thevulcanfirst]

“Leonard it is impossible to move mountains,” Spock had to point it out because the statement was illogical and his Vulcan mind never stopped turning, even when he’s in so much pleasure. The doctor may not be able to move mountains but he sure could shake up Spock’s world and his normally perfect little world was being shaken to bits. Each thrust, each feeling was so new and raw and Leonard…

“Taurauk,” Spock shuttered as his doctor took hold of his hands as asked, he squeezed Leonard’s hands back almost in thanks. “du qual taurauk,” the sheer amount of pleasure the Vulcan was in was making him speak in his native tongue, too hard to translate to English. Without his hands Spock couldn’t reach up and pull him into a kiss, which was the reason he was being held down really. “Shok-tor kup, sanoi?” he pleaded and arched up, begging for those lips to be on his. “-Bosh sanosh,” the Vulcan words slipped from his mouth as easy as his normal English did. But now Leonard was pounding into him, hard and fast and right there. He moaned again, arching up into air because Leonard’s body wasn’t pressed against him.

Spock looked at each side of him, seeing how much room was on this table. Enough for two he figure but that was require Leonard to stop and move and get on top of…him. Spock panted a few times trying to gather his wits to speak so that Leonard could understand him. “kroikah…uh…” he struggled to filter for the right word. “Stop…” he panted finely. “Hold on Leonard,” he asked him. “Move onto the table with me please?” Spock moaned his eyes shutting again and he was withering under just the thought of Leonard all over him again.

[my_god_man]

Either he was driving the man senseless, or vice versa. Because as he pushed, ground and groped his way closer and faster towards ecstasy, Spock made less and less of it. Leonard could work with that, though. So long as they were both enjoying themselves. And those sexy moans and all that pretty bowing were telling him the Vulcan was sure enjoying himself.

That is, until he recognized the word "stop".

OhsweetmercifulJesus... he wanted him to stop now? That was a little like stopping a shuttle craft on atmospheric re-entry. But somehow, Leonard managed it with a frustrated whine. Looked at Spock with pointed, barely-patient concern. Then frowned some in confusion. The Vulcan must have been as well, because Leonard already was on the table. He shook his head, trying to focus on possible meaning. Those eyes, they wanted something desperately. Caught up in them like always, Leonard started feeling a curious sensation. Couldn't think how to describe it, other than he had a sudden... notion. Spock wanted closer. More body, more weight, more touching.

Thinking he knew what this was about, Leonard let go of Spock's hands to pull the man up and closer by the hips. At the same time, he stretched forward more, pushing Spock's knees down towards the man's own shoulders. The Vulcan seemed flexible enough -- hell, he didn't even bat an eyelash -- so Leonard put his full weight down so they were as close as possible. Dipped his head down for a kiss, caressing those firm lips thoroughly with his. Shifted his weight to his elbows, freeing his hands to stroke through that thick, black hair and play with an ear tip. Gave an experimental thrust to see how well he could manage fucking them apart at the seams in this position. Seemed doable.

"How's that fer ya, darlin'? Can I go back ta poundin' the ever-lovin' logic outtaya now?"

[thevulcanfirst]

Leonard’s body pressed against him, the heavy weight of the human over Spock calmed him. Their skin rubbed against skin and Spock loved it. He loved the way Leonard’s chest felt against his and how his hands felt on Spock. Oh…if Leonard didn’t think he was enjoying himself then that man was dead wrong.

“Perfect Doctor,” shuttering breathes again as he spoke. Spock would be really, really grateful if Leonard didn’t tell anyone about how undone he had become in bed…well on the table. “Yes please by all means.” Sharp, hard thrust sent Spock into nova. His heart turning up a few notches, his breathing became more labored and his mind filled with so much pleasure he was sure he’d explode.

[my_god_man]

Alright then. Onto some serious fucking. Because, goddamn, he didn't think he could take much more. He was so charged up from Spores and sexy Vulcan his skin was tingling, nearly aching. His brain couldn't focus on much more now, beyond finding the right angle again. Thrusting into slick heat. Bite-kissing bruised, firm lips.

"Damn, sweet damn, so damn perfect...," he groaned against those lips. Unfortunate side effect of being one to lose your head during sex? Uncontrollable sex babbling. In the best of times, he might be able to control it with some grace. But this kinda sex was anything but graceful. Desperate, intense, needy. And that's probably how Leonard sounded as he rambled on, hips falling steadily into a faster, more frantic rhythm. "... so-so beautiful... ya feel so good, sooo like mine..."

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock’s eyes rolled back and he thrust up against Leonard and then back down against his cock. Little Vulcan words and moans fell from Spock and his hands traced up Leonard’s back then into his hair. The Vulcan’s hands pulled their lips together for another passionate kiss.

“Buhfik…” Spock repeated the word. Mine? Leonard’s? When had he become Leonard’s? Spock didn’t care but the statement made his dick twitch and his hips buck hard. His. He was Leonard’s. At least for right now he belonged. “Yours,” the English word fix perfectly between Leonard’s words. Spock shifted letting his hands rest on the back of Leonard’s neck and pressing his forehead against the doctors as he got closer to their climax.

[my_god_man]

Not much was cutting through the haze of pleasure enshrouding Leonard's mind. But somewhere in the frenetic fucking, he'd heard that word. That one, little word. Yours. Someone who belonged to him. Someone he could cherish and please, and would be there later to do it all over again. Ooooooooogoddddamn, that thought was more arousing than any amount of moaning and hollering.

Not that he wasn't enjoying that from Spock too.

His own babbling had degenerating into senseless moaning and grunting by this point. He was so close to losing it again, and that word echoing around in his head was making it impossible to hold off this time. Wanting -- needing -- to please Spock thoroughly was the only thing that kept him from just slamming it all the way home. So he shifted his weight to one arm, snaked his hand down along that sweat-slicked flank, and managed to wiggle his hand between them. Took hold of that burning handful of cock and stroked it hard, expertly, greedily. "Come baby... c-come fer me... show me... yer mine," he demanded roughly and unevenly, nuzzling, forehead pressed, eyes fighting to stay open and locked on those dark pool eyes. Moaned as he felt his balls starting to tighten, orgasm eminent. "I, I can't.... darlin'... please..."

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock whimpered, really whimpered as Leonard took him over the edge. For someone to reduce a Vulcan, half or not, to a whimpering little mass was a huge feet. And Spock was a total helpless, little, whimpering mass of green flesh as he came. Leonard’s name being said quietly in that whimper, like a secret admission of being defeated, their secret his and Leonard’s secret that no one else would know about but them.

“Yours,” The Vulcan’s body arched off the table and pushed against the doctor’s chest. The intense pleasure washing over him and his finger carding through the beautiful brown hair, Spock’s breathing became short little pants and he fell back against the cold metal table making him shiver. Once he’d calmed down enough to speak he gathered his words carefully. “That was the most exceptional idea I believe I have ever had,” his one of his hands move to Leonard’s shoulder and started to move up and down in a soothing manner as his other hand stayed in the brown locks.

[my_god_man]

He was literally hanging on by his nails, fingers clawing some sort of purchase in an otherwise smooth tabletop. Velvety hot muscles were starting to flutter around him already. It just took one good, hard clench, and he was gone. Gone in a bright, white explosion of sensation, sound and emotion. Dimly aware that he was clinging to Spock like a drowning man, moaning like it hurt, coming harder than he had in years. The only sound in his ears was the rush of blood, the pounding of his heart. The harmony of another pulse, beating double time his, but managing to make beautiful music. The only thought floating around in his head was still that echo. Yours.

Leonard wasn't sure how long he was lost in that haze. It seemed like forever. But slowly, achingly, the outside world began intruding. Other sounds slowly began displacing that heart lullaby. Sensations less pleasant and more achy began making themselves known. Although he could scarcely care, still feeling pretty fucking fly. He attempted to lift his head from where it was now buried in Spock's throat. Found he preferred the safe warmth and pleasant aroma of that throat better. Gave up the fight. Just hummed in agreement so the man knew Leonard hadn't just up and died from the excruciating beauty of it all.

It'd been close, though.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock’s finger played against Leonard’s skin, dancing and making patterns that had to be obscene on some world. The Vulcan’s heart rate went back to normal and his breathing became even again as they lay there. Nothing else seemed to matter at all and even the constant buzzing in Spock’s head had fled the beautiful scene. At that truly mattered in that moment was Leonard. He let his head rest against the table but his cheek was pressed against the top of the doctor’s head, hand still in Leonard’s hair. He loved the feeling of the human’s hair between his fingers, it felt so right. Soft and fluffy nothing like his own hair.

Spock wondered briefly how long this would last, how long he would be Leonard’s before he would have to leave this behind him. It nearly broke of his heart as he thought about this and that’s why he shoved those thoughts away. The Vulcan didn’t want to mess up the moment with thought for once so instead he thought about Leonard.

[my_god_man]

The pleasant fog was lifting readily, but being in the Vulcan's warm embrace was a nice replacement. Leonard loved the feeling of those long, strong, graceful fingers fluttering over his skin and in his hair. And the puffs of superheated breath against his scale was extremely relaxing. In the silence that followed, there was a peace he hadn't known all night. No, actually, he hadn't known a wink of peace since that whole damn mission to Bacchus II. So the hummingbird drumming of Spock's regular heart-rate against his cheek, and the evenly-timed inhalations, were a godsend to a weary mind. Leonard would love more than anything to stay this way as long as possible. In the man's arms, and in his body still. But one of those less pleasant sensations was starting to be the over-sensitization of his cock post-coitus.

Grudgingly, he withdrew from Spock. Both from his body and his arms, as the man had to be developing a crick from that position. Feeling disgruntled and a little awkward from the separation, he grumbled, "I'll go see 'bout cleanin' us up," voice rough from all his hollering.