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]

Spock shuttered at being called darling in that deep southern voice. Leonard’s body against him fitting just right where his body dipped and feeling just perfect like he was supposed to be there. Like both of them were to fit together like a complex jigsaw puzzle that no one can ever finished because its thousands of pieces. Spock wanted to spend the rest of his life mapping out the doctors body, finding out where he wanted to be touched and where he didn’t. Where kissing or sucking gave the most pleasure, which parts are ticklish or sensitive. Witch parts hurt and witch parts ached from age or injury. Spock wanted to find every part of Leonard and figure it out like he would a science experiment, study Leonard until there wasn’t anything left to study and he could present his findings and use them to better the quality of life or whatever the findings could be used for.

“Lift move at 25% speed,” the lift slowed greatly and Spock turned back to looked at Leonard. “We do not have any lubrication of I would ask to finish what we had begun in the Labs before…before Anderson came in. So the step down from that would be to perform oral sex.” Spock didn’t even blink an eye. He kept one hand wrapped around Leonard and brought the other up. “For Vulcan’s oral sex is slightly different from humans. Instead of performing on the genitals Vulcan’s perform the act on our hands.” Spock looked up at Leonard. “Would you perform oral sex in a Vulcan manner for me?”

[my_god_man]

Leonard pulled back from that tasty ear to listen to Spock. Then blinked. Owlishly. Took him a moment to restart the synapses between brain and the rest of his body. "Shit, Shug, ya cud make readin' a manual sound sexy." He dove in quickly for a kiss from those slightly parted and shocked lips. Then took that long-fingered hand in his. Brought it up to his lips. Pressed them to the fingerpads, eyes watching Spock's expression the same time. Leonard always enjoyed giving head to his partners. Giving... hand, was sure gonna be interesting.

Assured that he had the Vulcan's full attention, Leonard started easy. Just brushed the very tip of his tongue over the pads. Tasted salt and soap. And underneath that.... the very basic flavor of the man. Loved it, so went hunting for more, sucking on the middle digit's pad. He grazed the skin with his lower teeth repeatedly, slowly at first as he watched Spock's reaction. Then more and more readily, making a show for the man. Leonard had been told before how great it was to watch him during a blowjob.

Well, as good as it was to tease a little, Leonard was serious about delivery. So he eased off that one digit to drag his tongue broadly from palm steadily up Spock's first two fingers to the tips. Which he enclosed with his lips and slid his mouth down around. Sucked firmly on the elegant phalanges, running tongue over the underside. Slowly began bobbing his head, taking them in and out of him.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock closed his eyes and kissed back lightly then Leonard’s lips were gone and had moved to kiss his finger. Spock wasn’t expecting Leonard that quickly and bucked his hips against the doctor. He knew was going to enjoy with Leonard performing the act on him, Spock was about 75% sure that no one else on Vulcan would be able to give ‘hand’ like Leonard McCoy was about to.

Leonard had Spock’s attention, all of it and then some. His eyes trained right on the doctor and not willing to part with the sight before him. He was licked and he gasped. Then he was being sucked. Spock hissed, his eyes barely closing because he had to watch. Teeth. He let out a slow breath of shuttering air and started to move his hips lightly against Leonard. This teasing was starting to wear on the Vulcan, he was becoming impatient. Very impatient and if Leonard didn’t hurry up with this he’d be dropped.

“Leonard!” he let out a pleasured shout, bucking harder against him. His palm, his fingers…wow. Then Leonard was really giving it to him. It became either the cold air of the lift on his spit slicked fingers or Leonard hot mouth driving him totally and illogically insane. “You…you are very good at this…” his shoulders shuttered and he gasped again. “Very..very good…” Spock started to pant slightly and let his head loll back against the lift wall.

[my_god_man]

Thaaat's just want Leonard wanted to hear. And see too, loving how the green was rising in Spock's cheeks, ears and throat. He always did like that color. He continued working on those fingers, adding teeth again for extra stimulation. Spock bucking up against him was turning Leonard on something fierce. It was starting to not matter how long the man might be, or the shape and flaring of him. He was quickly becoming enamored with the idea of the Vulcan just fucking him, hard, in this very position with those fine fingers between Leonard's lips. Mouth and ass undoing the man through the same means.

If only they had that lube...

He shifted on Spock again, trying to find a way to rub himself more firmly against the man, getting desperate for more stimulation. As he did that, his tongue forced itself between Spock's fingers, tickling the delicate, warm flesh in the crook. The occasional vibration added extra stimulation as a frustrated growl here and there came up Leonard's throat.

[thevulcanfirst]

For your normal human it would take longer to get them off via blowjob but Vulcan’s it took less time. Spock was trembling under the weight of pleasure, shuttering and gasping, hissing and rutting against Leonard. Oh how he wanted to screw him into next week. Spock’s mind ran wild with the idea of having sex with Leonard again. Just like this and that was his undoing. Leonard’s tongue slipped between his fingers and he was gone. Shuttering, sweating mess of a Vulcan that he was, he couldn’t even hold them both up as he started to slid down the wall of the lift.

“Ahh Leonard…” his breathing wasn’t calming down nor was his heart rate, “You are going to have stand up on your own for a moment while I…well,” he gave up trying speak and just slid the rest of the way down the wall with an almost after glow smile.

[my_god_man]

He could sense that Spock was close. Could feel it on that weird, other level, that he was barely aware of. Maybe it was something transferred over contact? Who knows? It wasn't like Leonard was doing much useful thinking right now, aroused outta his gourd with both their desires. He worked at those fingers until it felt like gravity was bringing them down.

Then discovered it was.

"Shhbbt!" was the muffled curse as he felt himself fall. His hands instantly went up to brace against the wall as he rode this ride on down, Spock's hand slipping from his mouth. Leonard's feet caught the floor before his ass did, and he stood up as Spock slid the rest of the way down. Well, he guessed that meant he'd done a good job on his first attempt at a handjob. And speaking of handjobs...

Leonard was pleased to have pleased Spock so well. He stepped away and sat next to the man as the Vulcan gathered his wits again. But he couldn't help feeling frustrated still. More, in fact, as Spock was obviously done for. That just left Leonard to take care of himself. Which wasn't a big deal, normally. But he was turned on badly, and admittedly kinda... shy, at the thought of just whipping it out for a beating in front of an audience. Not when they weren't doing anything of interest to them both. Leonard sighed, felt the blood rushing to his face as he silently debated the issue. Finally gave up when frustration felt keener than embarrassment. Pulled his knees up to his chest as subtly as possible, kind of... slyly slid his hands down into his lap and...

Swore and jumped to his feet like someone had phasered his ass when the turbolift doors opened. Feeling like a fool, he just stomped around the shocked ensign on outta there, not even caring what floor he was on. Didn't matter when he was red-faced and tenting big enough to hold a circus in his boxers.

[thevulcanfirst]

The Vulcan was just about to turn around to Leonard and help him with his problem when the lift doors opened. Leonard was gone and out of the lift before Spock’s mind could process anything. He was high on pleasure and couldn’t think straight enough to notice that the kid standing in the door was one of his cadets. The blue shirt and shocked expression did register after a moment. And then the fact that Leonard had just left him there. Spock took in a deep breath and stumbled around until he was standing, with the aid of the wall he did fall down to many times. Once upright he pushed his shoulders back, pulled the hem of his shirt down to get all the folds in his shirt out and clasped his hands behind his back, giving the kid a nod.

“Good day Ensign Murdock,” he moved past the shocked boy and felt compelled to help him into the lift since it was in fact his fault that Murdock was…well spaced so to speak. “Lift proceed on normal speed to deck 14.” He moved away from the lift and saw Leonard making a quick getaway down the hallway. “Leonard!” Spock whisper shouted and looked around the hall. No one was around so he started in a job. “Leonard! This is totally unacceptable!” he tried again but the other man was hunched and moving to quickly. Spock broke out into a full run, grabbed the doctor by the arm and dragged him into the next nearest door.

The door led to the kitchen. Spock stopped a moment and thought how convenient this was. The Vulcan moved fast, hitting the lock button on the door as he dragged Leonard inside. Only Chief Corin, the Captain, Leonard or he could open it. Thankfully the cook wouldn’t be needing to use the kitchen and the Captain…well the Captain shouldn’t be needing to either. In fact he and Leonard were the only took in need of the kitchen. He shoved Leonard against the table hard, making things shake but he did care. Instead he quickly dropped to his knees and pulled Leonard boxers down. “Leaving someone behind is unacceptable Doctor,” he licked his lips. “Keep your hands placed on the table at all time understood?” he asked, his hot breath moving over the head of Leonard cock. Spock’s hands stayed on Leonard’s hips keeping him from move at all.

[my_god_man]

God that was embarrassing, being caught with your hands literally in your pants. And by someone in blue no doubt. He would have recognized them by name if they belonged to Medical. Still, being in the Science division was bad enough. And he did know the kid from earlier, the same ensign that'd tried to proposition Spock in Sickbay. Boy, that poor cuss just didn't learn...

... Shit, he'd left Spock with that delinquent.

Leonard stopped, finally taking full awareness of his actions. Damn these Spores and how selfishly narrow-minded they made him. He'd been so fixated on Spock having him, and frustrated when that'd fallen thro--

"JEZUS! Spock don't sneaEEEK!" It was the Vulcan's turn again to do the pouncing. And the dragging off to... hey, hadn't he been here just earlier? Except they darted right past the diplomatic kitchen and made for the main one. Leonard made to protest -- what if Tony was still in the other kitchen? -- but Spock was having none of his nonsense. Suddenly they were inside a room full of still mostly-packed goods and equipment. And just as suddenly he was thrown against a prep table. But the time he got enough wind to respond, his underwear had already been pulled down his hips roughly. Sweet fucking hell, that shouldn't have gotten him harder. Didn't think it was possible being any harder. He didn't recall liking rough sex this much.

"Sorry! Didn't think ya wus interested anymo'!" Leonard blurted out. Then shivered at that blast of heat on him. It wasn't what he'd wanted, but shit, he'd take anything right now. Hips writhed useless against the Vulcan's vice grip, giving rise to a new growl of frustration. His hands gripped the edge of the table, not even realizing how readily he moved to obey Spock. "I won't ever leave ya 'gain," he promised. Anything, just to relieve this constant aching to be possessed.

[thevulcanfirst]

“I will always be interested.” The Vulcan said softly. Spock kept a careful eye on Leonard’s hands as they spoke, the doctor words sank in and he nodded. “Good,” he nodded sharply and moved his left hand to lightly squeeze the base of Leonard’s cock. Spock had never done this before but it couldn’t be too hard. Pun. He licked his lips and thought about how Leonard had done this to his hands and leaned forward to lick the tip. The Vulcan’s eyes widened a little after he did the action. He looked up at Leonard once last time before leaning in and taking the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

Leonard’s taste was strange against his tongue but unbelievably salty. He liked it, a lot. Spock wanted more. He slid his mouth down a little more, his tongue working the underside of the flesh. Then came back up and repeated the movement again and again. His sharp eyes, hyper aware of everything now, looked up to see what Leonard looked like. To see if he was feeling the same as when he had done this to Spock.

[my_god_man]

Those words, they made Leonard shiver even harder. He almost reached for that dark head. Caught himself, though, before his palm fully left the table's surface. Didn't have much time to think about that, because that warm grip he was already familiar with was back on him. Oh damn, that felt good. Groaned softly, then gasped loudly when next there was a wet heat that felt like it should have burnt him. It didn't though, unless you counted how it set his senses aflame, only spread and then engulfed him.

"Sweet Christ Almight!" His eyes were open again -- when had they closed? -- and watching Spock take him into that cavern of unbelievable heat. Ooohhhhell... he didn't know which was gonna do him in faster, the sight or the feel. Leonard just knew that it was the best thing he'd felt in five years at least. Likely longer. Probably longer. If ever. "G-Goddamn... th-that feels good, darlin'."

[thevulcanfirst]

A shutter racked the Vulcan’s body at ‘darling’. For some reason it was just that accent, maybe because Spock had never before met anyone with such a pounced southern accent. He didn’t know why but it made him work harder at his task at hand. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked slightly, running his teeth over the sensitive flesh with ease. The Vulcan removed his over hand from Leonard’s hip, trusting the man not to chock him, and started to fondle his balls. The little words of encouragement making him go down faster and suck harder.

[my_god_man]

And Leonard was back at the babbling again. Couldn't help it, though. What Spock was doing to him.... well, shit, he really couldn't think of adequate words. Was probably using them all up anyway, running at the mouth. Hard to tell, when his mind was quickly fogging over in pleasure again. He was vaguely aware of cursing -- "... fuck, baby..." -- praising -- "... so good... jus perfect..." -- exclaiming -- ... teeth, ohgoodfuckinggod -- and calling out the Vulcan's name in every manner of urgency and joy possible. It was when he felt that capable hand on his balls, though, that he became aware of something else he'd begun doing.

He'd started begging.

"... M-More... please?" he started out soft and uncertain. Then as the idea took hold in his head again of what he really wanted, what he'd wanted earlier, the words came more readily. "I-I need more... of ya, darlin'." Hell, Spock very likely wasn't ready for more, if he had anything left to give. Didn't stop Leonard from wanting it, suddenly. "God, please, touch me more at least. Dun want it endin' jus on this." He wasn't sure he had the strength to stop things. He sure the hell didn't want it stopping yet. But he was obsessed now with the need to feel something of the man in him. "Fuck me, Spock, please. I n-need it."

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock was totally ready for more, already hard and aching again with just this. And Leonard’s ranting was helping him along to. Spock’s name in his voice was like music to his ears. The Vulcan gave one last long suck then let the organ fall from his mouth. As much as he missed the heavy flesh in his mouth he wanted to be in Leonard.

“Okay,” he stood up quickly and leaned in kissing Leonard hard on the lips before looking around the kitchen. “What would be an adequate substitute for lubrication?” he asked really more to himself then Leonard but either way they needed to find something that worked now.

[my_god_man]

He was ashamed to admit it, but there was no way of disguising the pitiful whimper when Spock stopped. It was loud, needy and disgruntled. Leonard's hand was midway through reaching for the Vulcan before the man was on his mouth again. Leonard kissed back, hard, tasting himself on the unique flavor that was solely Spock's. They went well together.

Another admission was that Leonard had been expecting fingers. And was so damn turned on he'd been willing to accept just spit. So he wasn't expecting the question about lubricant. "Well... this is a kitchen. It's bound ta have sum oil sumwhere," he replied hoarsely, throat as sore as his balls right now from all the hollering. He leaned back against the table more to glance about. Then happened to look back and down at Spock.

Imagine his shock at what greeted him excitedly.

... No, that can't.... but Spock had just... didn't he? "Good lord," Leonard rasped, swallowing suddenly becoming difficult. And how, with an active thing that that. ".... Lots. We're gonna need... lots of oil." Tony was likely to have a quart or two packed away around here.

[thevulcanfirst]

The Vulcan blushed slightly his face turning a light shade of green at the doctor’s surprise. It was slightly awkward for a moment. “Vulcan’s have superior stamina over humans,” he looked down at Leonard’s chest for a moment before stepping away slowly to go fetch some sort of oil. Quickly. Spock didn’t want to waist much more time on finding lubricant, he wanted Leonard now.

Swiftly the Vulcan searched a few cupboards around the area where he thought the cooking oil would be. The task took him three point four minutes to complete. “I have found a sufficient substitute for our needs,” Spock moved quickly back in front of Leonard. He sat the bottle of oil down on the table and looked back at Leonard. Then he turned totally serious and asked the doctor:“Do you fully consent to having sexual intercourse with me where I am the one penetrating you?” Spock made sure that he had all the bases covered, he didn’t want to get into trouble and it was only logical to ask permission before doing something like this.

[my_god_man]

"Superior... stamina." Holy Christ, Leonard was gonna die before this night was over. The rate they were going, he wouldn't even bother with the business of sloughing off the mortal coil. Just get screwed out of his ever-loving mind literally and float right up to heaven. As far as parting ways went, he could think of far worst ways to go.

But before they could get into all that, there was the matter of getting to all that.

It took Leonard a moment to get his legs to actually start working again. He'd been teased so hard for so long, his knees scarcely knew what to do with themselves. He made a rudimentary attempt at a search. Felt like three kinds of idiot milling around kitchen cupboards while sporting the hardest, most eager erection he'd had in years. Sometimes there just wasn't any dignity in being a man. But before he started opening under-counter doors without the use of hands, Spock had found what they needed. Leonard came back over to the table, had a look. Laughed his damn head off.

"Extra virgin olive oil? An' they say Vulcans have no sense of humor," he snorted, thoroughly amused and oddly charmed by it all. Same went for the disturbing pillow talk, although there was some owling on Leonard's part at first hearing that. Good lord, Vulcan's don't mess around.

"Or have a romantic streak," he added once he was over the awkward foreplay. Chuckled lightly as he slid arms up behind Spock's neck, pulling his very logical lover closer to him. Stretched up to nuzzle lips together, sometimes kissing and sometimes just taking warmth and feeling. "Not sure how prepared I am fer this. Ehhh, so ta speak. But... yeah, I want ya." Pressed his forehead to Spock's and felt a slight clearing from the constant buzz of NeedNeedNeed that'd been there all evening. Sighed, said in a small but certain voice, "I want it."