Pre-Flight Physical
A fill for this prompt at buckleup_meme , which was inspired by a banner and a line from the movie: "I think I'm leaking!"
Warning! Possessive, slight bondage, Dom!Bones, Sub!Jim
"Bones..." Jim whimpered, trying to flatten his wrists so that he could get out of the bindings. "I... I need..."
"Hush, darlin'" Bones said, and Jim shivered as fingers ghosted over his entrance. "All in good time. You were really good today, Jim. I'm proud of you." And one of those fingers thrust in sharply, making Jim grunt at the intrusion. He was reeling too much from the unexpected compliment to do anything but feel it as Bones' breath flowed, hot and heavy, over him before the finger was joined by Bones' tongue.
"Holyshityes!" Jim cried out, thrashing his head. "Please, please, please, please..."
"Please what, darlin'?" Bones' accent was heavy now, that honey baritone dropping into a register Jim was very familiar with, having heard it every time they'd done this over the last year. That tone sent tremors through him, and he rutted against the air uselessly, the cock ring keeping him from getting anything but more turned on.
"Please, fuck me." A hand grabbed his hair and pulled viciously. "Sir! Please fuck me, Sir!" he cried out, the mixed pleasure-pain making his vision dot with stars for a moment. He loved this; losing control, because this was the only time it was safe to do so. He trusted Bones to keep him healthy, and this was part of that.
"Better." Another finger joined the first, scissoring, and he was panting with the need to have Bones' cock firmly seated in him, to be filled and fucked. And Bones knew this, which was why he was taking his time. The bastard. "I'm gonna make you scream, Jimmy," Bones continued, thumb brushing his perineum, and he whined, a high needy sound that he didn't have the strength to be embarrassed about. "That's right, this is what you want, isn't it, pretty? This is much better than that Gaila girl could do for you, isn't it?" He nodded, but apparently Bones needed verbal confirmation, because the fingers in his ass slammed in hard, just the wrong side of painful. "Isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned, eyes shut tight against the need to break the bonds and touch himself. The fingers returned to their far more pleasant rhythm, and finally, a hand ghosted over his cock.
"Hm, you're almost ready," Bones murmured, and the hand swiped over the head of his cock, making him yelp, before slick fingers rubbed at his lips. He sucked them in greedily, trying to mimic a different action, trying to get another reaction from his doctor. "I can fix that," Bones purred, and Jim was glad for the blindfold, because ring or no ring, if he could see Bones' face, he'd probably lose it right then. "Would you like that?" A third finger joined the two already moving, and it took Jim a moment to gather his senses enough to respond.
"Yes, sir," he whimpered, trying to push back on those fingers. It burned, but he never liked too much prep anyway, welcoming the slight pain as the exquisite offset to the overwhelming pleasure.
"I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress, Jim," Bones said, speaking directly into his ear, lips brushing his sensitive skin. "And you're gonna like it, aren't you?" The words themselves didn't really matter; Jim never listened to what was actually said with more than half an ear anyway. No, it was the dark intent in Bones' voice, the underlying command, that made Jim twitch violently, even before the fingers were removed. "You don't come til I say," Bones warned, and he nodded wildly, just wanting to be filled again.
"Hofuckhofuckhofuck!" he chanted when Bones' cock, longer than his own, nudged its way into his passage. The thrust was smooth, and when Bones was fully seated Jim was groaning continuously, words no longer possible. This was what he had been looking forward to during the test, when Bones was snarking at him. Just the feeling of being filled. Then Bones pulled back and slammed back in, shoving his body forward with the force. "Shit!" he cried out, just this side of a wail, as his prostate was nearly punched, the mix of pleasure almost causing pain.
Bones' pace was brutal, and Jim could only ride along with it, cock twitching, as every single thrust slammed into his prostate head on. He began seeing more stars than regular vision, and his body was vibrating with the need to release. "Please, sir, pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease," he whined, voice thready.
"Please what, darlin'?" Bones growled, speeding up slightly, hands digging into Jim's hips, hard enough to bruise. Jim made some high sound in the back of his throat, unable to articulate what he wanted. "Scream for me," Bones rumbled, one hand leaving his hips to brush over the head of his cock. So he did. The ring was almost immediately removed, and Bones' hand tightened on his cock, jerking him hard in counterpoint to the brutal thrusts.
Jim couldn't see or hear, his orgasm was that intense. He was pretty sure he'd blacked out somewhere in there, because when he came to, he was still full, but Bones was sitting by his head, running a tricorder over him. He shifted and whined as whatever it was in him brushed his prostate, causing a nearly painful sensation of pleasure. He touched his ass and found a plug securely seated. "Bones?" he asked, curious. Neither of them usually used a butt plug, so this was new.
"I want you to keep that in, Jim," Bones said in a parody of the voice he used when explaining prescriptions to patients. "I want you to feel that you're mine, y'hear?" Jim sat up gingerly and felt Bones' cum almost sloshing inside him. The thought of going through classes with the plug in almost made him hard again, except for the fact that he had just literally emptied himself.
"Yes, Dr. Bones, sir. Loud and clear," he said flippantly, moving over to his closet (why they did this in HIS bed, he'd never know, even though Bones has a perfectly good bed across the room) and pulling out a fresh set of reds, before heading over to their bathroom. "You gonna join me, to make sure I don't pull it out?" he asked over his shoulder, gratified by the 'click' of the tricorder being set down and the sounds of Bones getting undressed.
"Well?" Bones said, pressing his bare chest against Jim's back, consequently shifting the plug and making Jim twitch with the feeling. "Let's go. We have an assembly in an hour."
Warning! Possessive, slight bondage, Dom!Bones, Sub!Jim
"Bones..." Jim whimpered, trying to flatten his wrists so that he could get out of the bindings. "I... I need..."
"Hush, darlin'" Bones said, and Jim shivered as fingers ghosted over his entrance. "All in good time. You were really good today, Jim. I'm proud of you." And one of those fingers thrust in sharply, making Jim grunt at the intrusion. He was reeling too much from the unexpected compliment to do anything but feel it as Bones' breath flowed, hot and heavy, over him before the finger was joined by Bones' tongue.
"Holyshityes!" Jim cried out, thrashing his head. "Please, please, please, please..."
"Please what, darlin'?" Bones' accent was heavy now, that honey baritone dropping into a register Jim was very familiar with, having heard it every time they'd done this over the last year. That tone sent tremors through him, and he rutted against the air uselessly, the cock ring keeping him from getting anything but more turned on.
"Please, fuck me." A hand grabbed his hair and pulled viciously. "Sir! Please fuck me, Sir!" he cried out, the mixed pleasure-pain making his vision dot with stars for a moment. He loved this; losing control, because this was the only time it was safe to do so. He trusted Bones to keep him healthy, and this was part of that.
"Better." Another finger joined the first, scissoring, and he was panting with the need to have Bones' cock firmly seated in him, to be filled and fucked. And Bones knew this, which was why he was taking his time. The bastard. "I'm gonna make you scream, Jimmy," Bones continued, thumb brushing his perineum, and he whined, a high needy sound that he didn't have the strength to be embarrassed about. "That's right, this is what you want, isn't it, pretty? This is much better than that Gaila girl could do for you, isn't it?" He nodded, but apparently Bones needed verbal confirmation, because the fingers in his ass slammed in hard, just the wrong side of painful. "Isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned, eyes shut tight against the need to break the bonds and touch himself. The fingers returned to their far more pleasant rhythm, and finally, a hand ghosted over his cock.
"Hm, you're almost ready," Bones murmured, and the hand swiped over the head of his cock, making him yelp, before slick fingers rubbed at his lips. He sucked them in greedily, trying to mimic a different action, trying to get another reaction from his doctor. "I can fix that," Bones purred, and Jim was glad for the blindfold, because ring or no ring, if he could see Bones' face, he'd probably lose it right then. "Would you like that?" A third finger joined the two already moving, and it took Jim a moment to gather his senses enough to respond.
"Yes, sir," he whimpered, trying to push back on those fingers. It burned, but he never liked too much prep anyway, welcoming the slight pain as the exquisite offset to the overwhelming pleasure.
"I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress, Jim," Bones said, speaking directly into his ear, lips brushing his sensitive skin. "And you're gonna like it, aren't you?" The words themselves didn't really matter; Jim never listened to what was actually said with more than half an ear anyway. No, it was the dark intent in Bones' voice, the underlying command, that made Jim twitch violently, even before the fingers were removed. "You don't come til I say," Bones warned, and he nodded wildly, just wanting to be filled again.
"Hofuckhofuckhofuck!" he chanted when Bones' cock, longer than his own, nudged its way into his passage. The thrust was smooth, and when Bones was fully seated Jim was groaning continuously, words no longer possible. This was what he had been looking forward to during the test, when Bones was snarking at him. Just the feeling of being filled. Then Bones pulled back and slammed back in, shoving his body forward with the force. "Shit!" he cried out, just this side of a wail, as his prostate was nearly punched, the mix of pleasure almost causing pain.
Bones' pace was brutal, and Jim could only ride along with it, cock twitching, as every single thrust slammed into his prostate head on. He began seeing more stars than regular vision, and his body was vibrating with the need to release. "Please, sir, pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease," he whined, voice thready.
"Please what, darlin'?" Bones growled, speeding up slightly, hands digging into Jim's hips, hard enough to bruise. Jim made some high sound in the back of his throat, unable to articulate what he wanted. "Scream for me," Bones rumbled, one hand leaving his hips to brush over the head of his cock. So he did. The ring was almost immediately removed, and Bones' hand tightened on his cock, jerking him hard in counterpoint to the brutal thrusts.
Jim couldn't see or hear, his orgasm was that intense. He was pretty sure he'd blacked out somewhere in there, because when he came to, he was still full, but Bones was sitting by his head, running a tricorder over him. He shifted and whined as whatever it was in him brushed his prostate, causing a nearly painful sensation of pleasure. He touched his ass and found a plug securely seated. "Bones?" he asked, curious. Neither of them usually used a butt plug, so this was new.
"I want you to keep that in, Jim," Bones said in a parody of the voice he used when explaining prescriptions to patients. "I want you to feel that you're mine, y'hear?" Jim sat up gingerly and felt Bones' cum almost sloshing inside him. The thought of going through classes with the plug in almost made him hard again, except for the fact that he had just literally emptied himself.
"Yes, Dr. Bones, sir. Loud and clear," he said flippantly, moving over to his closet (why they did this in HIS bed, he'd never know, even though Bones has a perfectly good bed across the room) and pulling out a fresh set of reds, before heading over to their bathroom. "You gonna join me, to make sure I don't pull it out?" he asked over his shoulder, gratified by the 'click' of the tricorder being set down and the sounds of Bones getting undressed.
"Well?" Bones said, pressing his bare chest against Jim's back, consequently shifting the plug and making Jim twitch with the feeling. "Let's go. We have an assembly in an hour."