[A Birthday Gift]

[kirktastic]

The idea was simple. Very simple.

It involved no clothing.

It involved two well placed ribbons.

It involved two men.

It involved a large bed.

It involved a single comm.

Hey, Spock, bored as fuck. Wanna play some chess? My quarters. Even got the replicator to make some Vulcan veggie-meals.

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[dctr_mccoy]

'Comfortable' wasn't the word Bones would use at the moment. His breathing had gone very shallow, as if he was trying hard not to move, feeling his nerve endings pulled and stretched and opened as far as they could go, being opened slowly and methodically... but Spock was asking for more from him. "Fuck," he panted, face contorting with every movement.

Bones knew the human body, knew that it was capable of much more than people expected - and he knew this wasn't impossible, no matter what his brain was telling him right now. And he wanted this, wanted to share this with them, this completely new experience for him, could only do this with these men.

"...Spock, it's okay," Bones whispered, gasping at each twist of the fingers, lifting his head to look down at Spock's dark eyes, but it was hard, with his arms locked behind him, Spock between his legs, focused intently on opening him even wider to slide his hand inside. Easier to look back at Jim, so Bones arched his neck and stared back at him, back into those eyes and tried to share everything he was feeling, knowing that Jim, more than anyone else, could appreciate what this experience was for him, for them both, for all three of them.

[kirktastic]

One day, I am getting real cuffs. Kirk thought to himself even as he whined aloud. He pulled against the ribbon, feeling it strain against his skin. Bones had that look in his eyes, that deep dark look that went straight him. He could feel himself throb, down through his cock and into his balls spreading out even to his thighs. He could remember how it'd feel, how full Bones was...

Do it, do it, do it... fuck he wanted Spock to slide the rest of his hand in there, wanted to see the expression on Bones' face and hear what he'd sound like.

It took every bit of himself to stay confined, fingertips almost numb from the pressure of the ribbon around his wrists.

[cso_spock]

His hand trailed off his thigh to grab the spray bottle again. More lubrication, he wouldn't hurt Leonard if he had any say in it. Spock made sure his fingers were close together, that his hand was tucked in close to the palm, before sliding his hand in. Steady, constant, stopping when he felt resistance from the muscle and waiting until it relaxed before continuing.

And then finally, his hand was in to the wrist, and Spock let out a soft groan.

[dctr_mccoy]

It was so much more than he thought it was gonna be.

Even knowing what was happening hadn't prepared him for this... Bones couldn't move at first, every breath he took putting even more pressure on him down there; that feeling of needing to stay still, not move, not move at all, just concentrating on Spock's fucking hand inside him, a slow twist pulling an anguished groan out of him.

Then he felt the fingers slowly curl, an explosion behind his eyes, white light everywhere as the blood rushed to his brain and back down to his cock in a fraction of a second. Was too much, was way too much, but he was taking it, his body somehow fucking taking it and adjusting, accepting. Bones could hear Jim groaning, fucking couldn't keep quiet, talking him through it all. Fucking love Jim...

And Spock, eyes that looked anything but alien right now, looking into his eyes, guarded but- worried, gentle, and aroused beyond belief. Breathing out of his mouth, Bones shook with each movement, each deep moan Spock made making this even more unreal. "...fuck," he whined and pressed his head back into the bed, hands grasping at the sheets beneath them, looking for something, anything to hold on to.

[kirktastic]

He looked sharply between the two of them, letting out a shaking breath. Bones looked ready to explode, and so did Spock. He felt too separated, needed to be apart of this. Jim shifted, giving the softest sound almost like a puppy. Fuck.

"Spock, let me... let me feel." He gasped out, knowing Spock was capable of that. Plus, had to feel amazing for a Vulcan to have someone wrapped around their hand tight as a glove.

[cso_spock]

Spock's gaze flickered up to Jim's as he made his breathless request. Those blue eyes held him as he considered it, licked his lips with another moment of consideration, and then decided.

His hand reached out to lie flat on Jim's knee, and he dropped the barriers. Tight-tight heat, pressing around him as if he had his cock in Leonard but so much more, all the little jolts of feeling flooding in from every sensitive point on his hand.

Then, maintaining his connection with Jim, he uncurled his fingers again, and they moved in the tiniest wave-like motions, back and forth and amazing. But he didn't let Leonard in on that aspect; he figured receiving was overwhelming as it was, and what he skimmed from Leonard's mind (and passed on to Jim) already made him breathless and uncomfortably hot.

[dctr_mccoy]

Christ, the fingers were moving inside him, undulating, and Bones' legs trembled, sliding around Spock so he could feel the heat of his skin, watching to touch him more, any way he could. His hands being tied behind his back was quickly becoming the worst fucking idea he'd ever had, particularly when he heard the sounds Kirk was now making.

So full, so incredibly tight - his thoughts began focusing on that feeling of being opened, being vulnerable, being split open and fucked by Spock's hand. Giving his hips a tentative push toward Spock, he gasped loudly at the new sensations that created.

[kirktastic]

Kirk wasn't fucking thinking anymore. He was completely lost to what Spock was feeling, amazed Spock could touch anything at all with hands this sensitive. Bones was trapped, pined to the bed by Spock's hand in his ass and he could feel every bit of it. There was something babbling out of his mouth that followed the lines of jesus fucking christ bones yea yea SHIT yea but he wasn't paying attention anymore.

Instead he was Spock or Bones or someone or whatever who cared more.

[cso_spock]

When Leonard pushed back on his hand he gasped aloud from the surprise and the unanticipated pleasure. Spock could hear Jim's babbling--a good sign, generally--but what impressed him even more was the fact that Jim was staying where he was, not pulling out of his ribbons and seeking more than the wave upon wave of second-hand sensation Spock gave him.

As Spock curled his fist again, slowly twisted his wrist, he caught Jim's attention. "Jim," He said, or might have thought, did it really matter? Did...you want more? We both know those wraps cannot stop you.

[kirktastic]

Was that a hesitation in Spock's words? ...Hot. Kirk licked his lips and twisted upwards, "Course I do," He caught those dark eyes staring at him, "But I'm a good b...oy..." He shuddered as Bones must have tightened, "Can wait, wanna watch... fuck. Do that twist thing again?"

[dctr_mccoy]

"...shit oh god fuck yes." Spock did do that twist thing again, and once more for good measure. Bones cried out loud at that, his entire body on fire with every movement inside his ass. Just a few minutes before, Bones couldn't move, he'd felt tied down by the very fullness inside him - but now he couldn't lay still, he had to move, to shift, to feel more.

Arching, trembling, Bones' hips pumped forward as Spock moved inside him, aching to feel some sort of release. Jim was talking, but Bones was only half-listening to the other two anymore, his mind was concentrating on only one part of his body, hissing through his teeth as he ground slowly on that hand.

[cso_spock]

His fingers trailed off of Jim's knee, then, breaking the contact between them and doing what he had intended from the start: wrapping around Leonard's cock, stroking him in time with the slow rocking of his fist.

And then, his hand became flat again, fingers undulating again briefly. Do not despise me, Leonard... Spock wondered if the words would get through to him, but surely the sensation of his hand beginning to withdraw would. The move was not without purpose.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones felt the words, not sure they made it through the fog of his brain, but he felt the loss of the hand keenly, an emptiness where before there had been incredible fullness.

But once Spock withdrew, Bones sighed deeply, his body curling into itself, as he rolled to one side and closed his eyes. Even as hard and needing as he still was, Bones needed to be still for a moment.

[kirktastic]

Kirk was panting, just a little, as he watched Bones. He watched Spock's hand slide out of that body that obviously didn't want it to go anywhere. What would Spock do? Maybe just slide his cock into the body he had just opened? Could he sit still through that sight?

He laid back against the pillow, staring. "Fuck.. you two are pretty..."

[cso_spock]

His flexed the fingers of the hand he had used, trying to ignore the way his muscles trembled in their recovery. He took a few more breaths before he finally committed to what he wanted to do next. Jim looked so dazed, his pupils dilated and skin flushed, and he had been so restrained thus far...

Spock moved into that space between Jim and Leonard, grabbing the spray off the mattress as he did so. Another brief moment of hesitation, not looking up at Jim even though he could, and he lubricated two fingers of his left hand, the one he hadn't used yet.

Then, it was a simple matter of opening himself up, and he probably shouldn't have let Jim see how easy and relaxed he was about it. Spock knew his body well enough.

[kirktastic]

Kirk stopped breathing entirely.

Spock. Spock had two fingers up inside himself as easy as he could fucking breathe. Two huge blue eyes couldn't leave what ...no it had to leave what Spock was doing to watch his face. He didn't completely understand what was between him and Spock, between the three of them, between the four of them... but hell did he want Spock in the worse way. He tried to put it in his expression even as he rolled his hips, fucking the air, slow and lazy.