Fifty (Kirk/McCoy)
Title: Fifty
Author: zoetrope13
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 548
Warnings: Unbeta'ed pwp
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor do I claim to.
Summary: McCoy spanks Kirk. Really, that's it. No plot, just spanking.
Notes: Written for the flash challenge on the Jim and Bones comm. (It's f-locked)
Bones pulled Jim up by the hips, put a hand on his inner thigh, and pushed, spreading his legs, to ensure that his stance would be more stable. Jim let out a soft sigh and dropped his head, resting it against his arms.
Bones smoothed his palm up and over one side of that deliciously curved ass. “So, how many do you think you can take?”
Jim shrugged and Bones watched the way it made the muscles in Jim’s back shift and move. Everything the boy did just made Bones want to take him apart and put him back together again. Bones pressed an open mouthed kiss right where ass met spine, making Jim arch slightly into the touch.
“You don’t know?” Bones, asked a hint of teasing in his voice. “How many do you think you deserve?” He asked, running his hand over that ass again, giving it a light playful smack.
He laughed when Jim said, “One.”
“You’re such a good boy aren’t you?” He ignored the embarrassed “fuck off” mumbled into the pillow in favor of pressing another kiss low on Jim’s spine.
“How about forty? Can you take forty?”
“Yes,” came the answer, clear and confident.
“Fifty it is.” Then he smacked him hard and fast. Jim made a little noise and his hips jerked back at the impact.
“One.”
He hit him again in the same spot for a while watching the color darken as Jim’s hips jerked and the counting got more ragged. Those were his favorite things about spanking his boy. That and the way Jim liked the way it stung, the way it burned after a while almost as much as Bones liked watching him take it.
Then he began mixing it up with lighter slaps and heavy slaps, stroking over the reddened area, soothing, before following it up with another heavy hit to see the way Jim’s shoulders would heave and to hear the hitching in his voice as he counted.
When they got up to forty-five he could barely hear the numbers with the way they were getting swallowed up in Jim’s moans. But that was mostly the reason he made him count, so he could hear him fall apart. He had been hitting him harder than usual, but Jim was taking it so well.
“You like that?” Bones asked smoothing his hands over the pink, reddened skin, his thumb dipping into the crack.
“Ye-yes.” Jim practically moaned out.
“Yeah, you do.” He ran his hand up between Jim’s legs, making the boy make a sound halfway between pleasure and choking. “How do you want your last ones?”
“Hard,” came the quiet answer, his shoulders tensing, bracing for it.
“What was that?”
“Hard, please. I want it hard.”
“Anything you want,” Bones said sweetly, before beginning to hit so hard his hand stung from the impact.
“Good, you were so good,” Bones whispered to him as he flipped Jim over, stroking his hands down his sides, petting him as Jim came down shaking a bit.
“Hnng,” said Jim. But it wasn’t five seconds before the cocky attitude was back as Jim shifted up on an elbow to look at Bones. “You going to make me come now or something old man?”
“Or something.” Bones growled, pushing him down into the mattress. “I’m going to make you scream.”
Author: zoetrope13
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 548
Warnings: Unbeta'ed pwp
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor do I claim to.
Summary: McCoy spanks Kirk. Really, that's it. No plot, just spanking.
Notes: Written for the flash challenge on the Jim and Bones comm. (It's f-locked)
Bones pulled Jim up by the hips, put a hand on his inner thigh, and pushed, spreading his legs, to ensure that his stance would be more stable. Jim let out a soft sigh and dropped his head, resting it against his arms.
Bones smoothed his palm up and over one side of that deliciously curved ass. “So, how many do you think you can take?”
Jim shrugged and Bones watched the way it made the muscles in Jim’s back shift and move. Everything the boy did just made Bones want to take him apart and put him back together again. Bones pressed an open mouthed kiss right where ass met spine, making Jim arch slightly into the touch.
“You don’t know?” Bones, asked a hint of teasing in his voice. “How many do you think you deserve?” He asked, running his hand over that ass again, giving it a light playful smack.
He laughed when Jim said, “One.”
“You’re such a good boy aren’t you?” He ignored the embarrassed “fuck off” mumbled into the pillow in favor of pressing another kiss low on Jim’s spine.
“How about forty? Can you take forty?”
“Yes,” came the answer, clear and confident.
“Fifty it is.” Then he smacked him hard and fast. Jim made a little noise and his hips jerked back at the impact.
“One.”
He hit him again in the same spot for a while watching the color darken as Jim’s hips jerked and the counting got more ragged. Those were his favorite things about spanking his boy. That and the way Jim liked the way it stung, the way it burned after a while almost as much as Bones liked watching him take it.
Then he began mixing it up with lighter slaps and heavy slaps, stroking over the reddened area, soothing, before following it up with another heavy hit to see the way Jim’s shoulders would heave and to hear the hitching in his voice as he counted.
When they got up to forty-five he could barely hear the numbers with the way they were getting swallowed up in Jim’s moans. But that was mostly the reason he made him count, so he could hear him fall apart. He had been hitting him harder than usual, but Jim was taking it so well.
“You like that?” Bones asked smoothing his hands over the pink, reddened skin, his thumb dipping into the crack.
“Ye-yes.” Jim practically moaned out.
“Yeah, you do.” He ran his hand up between Jim’s legs, making the boy make a sound halfway between pleasure and choking. “How do you want your last ones?”
“Hard,” came the quiet answer, his shoulders tensing, bracing for it.
“What was that?”
“Hard, please. I want it hard.”
“Anything you want,” Bones said sweetly, before beginning to hit so hard his hand stung from the impact.
“Good, you were so good,” Bones whispered to him as he flipped Jim over, stroking his hands down his sides, petting him as Jim came down shaking a bit.
“Hnng,” said Jim. But it wasn’t five seconds before the cocky attitude was back as Jim shifted up on an elbow to look at Bones. “You going to make me come now or something old man?”
“Or something.” Bones growled, pushing him down into the mattress. “I’m going to make you scream.”