Deserted island ~ Kirk\Spock
Kirk\Spock
NC; TOS
Star Trek
Nothing is mine
ficlet
It was their first vacation together. The first time when they left Enterprise for so long.
Kirk chose it to be a deserted island with a wonderful weather and blue sea, clean and bright sand and peacefulness and silence.
They were lying there all day long, listening to the waves, occasionally talking or just blissfully smiling at the sun above.
Water caressed their feet and they lazily touched sand with their fingers, still eyes closed.
There were two of them, Kirk and his First Officer, Spock.
Eventually when the heat warmed their bodies enough, and when the dreamy slumber-like mood took over, their hands started to move to one another and soon fingers tangled under the thin layer of sand.
Without opening the eyes, only smiling in anticipation, they kissed and touched each other eagerly.
Spock was very careful and deliberate in his touches, while Kirk chose a quick and random pattern.
Spock liked to place kisses to each part of Kirk's warm body beneath him, he was peering at his skin, memorizing it, musing at it, smiling to himself as he kissed his way down the captain's stomach. No hurry, no haste. Just pure enjoyment, genuine pleasure.
Spock kept his eyes open and tried not to miss a bit of Kirk's body.
And Kirk was enjoying Spock's touch, not knowing where he would place his lips now, and where his hand would go. Only from time to time slitting his eyes open, to make sure it was Spock indeed above him, covering his body with kisses, and not some fantasy, some hallucination on a hot deserted beach.
For Kirk everything melded into one: sun, sea smooth noise, Vulcan's rhythm of tender and passionate movements.
General heat was growing no matter how cool the waves were, still lapping at their feet.
They were now grasping at each other passionately, feeling each other up, holding, pressing, pulling and tugging, as if trying to speed up the natural outcome of this sweet process.
And when they could take no longer, Kirk moaned and grabbed Spock's hardness with his hand and guided it to his entrance.
And then he heard his First Officer gasping and moaning in return as his swollen length was being brushed against captain's hot opening.
Spock propped himself on his palms, tightening his muscles and entered Kirk. They could feel shudder and shiver of each other going through their bodies at the sensation.
Spock was rocking his hips fast and strong, making captain squeeze his eyes shut and scream out; occasionally leaning forward to silence the scream with a wet kiss, or just pressing his lips to Kirk's collarbone or earlobe.
Kirk wanted more. He cried out for more, praying it would never end. Praying Spock would never come, actually. So that he would have to continue it endlessly. These were captain's vicious thoughts.
But Spock dragged him out of these thoughts very quickly, bringing him close to coming already.
And when they both came, moaning and hissing and whispering each other's names, everything was shimmering and dancing before their eyes; every muscle felt weak and pulse was hammering in their ear-drums. Even cool waves for a moment appeared hot.
It was their first vacation together. But definitely far from being the last. As far as the endless blue sky above them...
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NC; TOS
Star Trek
Nothing is mine
ficlet
It was their first vacation together. The first time when they left Enterprise for so long.
Kirk chose it to be a deserted island with a wonderful weather and blue sea, clean and bright sand and peacefulness and silence.
They were lying there all day long, listening to the waves, occasionally talking or just blissfully smiling at the sun above.
Water caressed their feet and they lazily touched sand with their fingers, still eyes closed.
There were two of them, Kirk and his First Officer, Spock.
Eventually when the heat warmed their bodies enough, and when the dreamy slumber-like mood took over, their hands started to move to one another and soon fingers tangled under the thin layer of sand.
Without opening the eyes, only smiling in anticipation, they kissed and touched each other eagerly.
Spock was very careful and deliberate in his touches, while Kirk chose a quick and random pattern.
Spock liked to place kisses to each part of Kirk's warm body beneath him, he was peering at his skin, memorizing it, musing at it, smiling to himself as he kissed his way down the captain's stomach. No hurry, no haste. Just pure enjoyment, genuine pleasure.
Spock kept his eyes open and tried not to miss a bit of Kirk's body.
And Kirk was enjoying Spock's touch, not knowing where he would place his lips now, and where his hand would go. Only from time to time slitting his eyes open, to make sure it was Spock indeed above him, covering his body with kisses, and not some fantasy, some hallucination on a hot deserted beach.
For Kirk everything melded into one: sun, sea smooth noise, Vulcan's rhythm of tender and passionate movements.
General heat was growing no matter how cool the waves were, still lapping at their feet.
They were now grasping at each other passionately, feeling each other up, holding, pressing, pulling and tugging, as if trying to speed up the natural outcome of this sweet process.
And when they could take no longer, Kirk moaned and grabbed Spock's hardness with his hand and guided it to his entrance.
And then he heard his First Officer gasping and moaning in return as his swollen length was being brushed against captain's hot opening.
Spock propped himself on his palms, tightening his muscles and entered Kirk. They could feel shudder and shiver of each other going through their bodies at the sensation.
Spock was rocking his hips fast and strong, making captain squeeze his eyes shut and scream out; occasionally leaning forward to silence the scream with a wet kiss, or just pressing his lips to Kirk's collarbone or earlobe.
Kirk wanted more. He cried out for more, praying it would never end. Praying Spock would never come, actually. So that he would have to continue it endlessly. These were captain's vicious thoughts.
But Spock dragged him out of these thoughts very quickly, bringing him close to coming already.
And when they both came, moaning and hissing and whispering each other's names, everything was shimmering and dancing before their eyes; every muscle felt weak and pulse was hammering in their ear-drums. Even cool waves for a moment appeared hot.
It was their first vacation together. But definitely far from being the last. As far as the endless blue sky above them...
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