Star Trek reboot FF: Demonstrating restraint [Kirk/Spock; NC-17]
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Title: Demonstrating restraint
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17 for sex and some bondage
Length: 921 words
Disclaimer: Belongs to Paramount and Gene Roddenberry.
Spoilers: Just the movie.
Summary: Prompt was bonds, originally here.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Jim asks, looking at Spock’s wrists anchored above the bed.
Spock - naturally - raises an eyebrow. “You asked, Captain. I am unclear why you are surprised at the outcome.”
“Mostly,” Jim admits, “I’m surprised you said yes.” He rests his hand on Spock’s bare chest, feeling the heartbeat where he forgets to expect it. It’s faster than Jim’s own, but that could mean almost anything.
Jim knows why he wanted this. He still has vivid bruise-red memories of Spock’s hands around his neck as his vision darkened. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Spock - he does - or that he truly believes he would hurt Jim - he wouldn’t. It’s just that he was having a little trouble convincing his dick of both those things. As a rule, his libido has a similar level of safety concern as the rest of him. That is, not a whole damn lot. It would be Spock who brought about the exception.
The thing is, he still has no idea why Spock wants this too. Jim slides down the bed, and asks the question to the inside of Spock’s thigh. At least here he can see the interest; the green flush and the way Spock hardens under Jim’s warm breath.
Spock answers just as Jim’s forgetting the question. “I will concede that your request was unanticipated. When I have… taken human partners, conventionally their desire is for greater expression, not restraint.” (Spock doesn’t say the name, and neither does Jim - he hadn’t know a Vulcan was capable of moping before, and he doesn’t want to stir that up again)
“Yeah, well,” Jim murmurs, mouthing the head of Spock’s dick, “I’ve seen your lack of restraint. I think I like this better.”
He’s not totally sure about that, actually. Jim asks the question again. “That’s me. You still haven’t told me why you said yes.” He swallows Spock down, until he’s nosing at the dark curls at the base of his cock. Jim can feel the tension in Spock’s muscles, with Jim’s hands around his legs for leverage, and to hold Spock in place.
As if he could hold Spock down. As if Jim’s knot-tying skills would be enough to hold him there if he didn’t want to be held. It should be some small reassurance, but it just raises more questions.
Jim pulls his mouth off, and crawls up Spock’s body. He says, “Stay right there.” They’ve already done the pre-show: Spock lying absolutely still while Jim slid his fingers into his own ass, ready for this next part. Jim holds onto Spock’s shoulder and guides himself down, slowing for more than his own benefit. He kind of does want the other thing too - he wants the evidence of passion, without the slight fear of asphyxiation.
Spock doesn’t make a sound until Jim kisses him, and even then it is more the suggestion of rushed breath than any arousal. Jim says, “You know, you’re allowed- I don’t even mean that. When the hell did I become responsible for allowing anyone to do anything?”
“Perhaps when you assumed command of a Starfleet vessel?” Spock suggests. From him, it’s almost a joke.
“You can talk, is what I meant,” Jim says. “Or make noise. You know, if you want. If this is-” He cuts himself off before he says ‘good for you’ like a nervous teenager. Not like him as a teenager, but he’s heard the stories.
Spock shifts, just a fraction, and his lips part. It’s the Vulcan equivalent of ‘come hither’ and Jim takes him at his not-word. He pushes up and down again, one-handed, rubbing himself off to the noises Spock still refuses to make.
He uses the look in Spock’s eyes as a guide, in the absence of other clues. Spock looks down when he is afraid his (human) eyes are giving him away. When he’s angry, or upset, or now. Now, when Jim is muttering, “Fuck. God. Spock,” on an endless loop, and spilling all over him.
Spock’s hips jerk when he comes, inside Jim, with his lips white to keep the sound in. He’s trying not to do anything that might make Jim uneasy - that means something, Jim thinks, even as his vision goes hazy and he has to pull back.
Jim lifts his head, after, when the feeling is returning to his limbs. He looks at Spock. “I know you could break those if you wanted.” He nods at the ties on Spock’s wrists.
“Yes,” Spock agrees.
“So why don’t you? Why did you even-?”
“Because you asked, Captain. Jim. Because you told me that it was what you needed in order to-” He stops. “I understand the importance of symbolism.”
“So if I told you to stay like that all night, you still wouldn’t break them. You’d just stay there with your hands going numb because it’s what I told you I needed to get it up?”
“I would doubt your wisdom,” Spock says, “but I would continue to believe that this demonstration was about more than physical release. I can bear the discomfort.”
Jim lies back down on the bed, by Spock’s side. After a minute, he says, “Break them.”
“Jim.”
“Go ahead. Go on.”
Jim hears the easy snap of the ties being pulled apart. It takes less than seconds. He turns onto his side against Spock, and waits until one arm is uncertainly curved around him. So the guy he’s fucking could snap him like a twig. Doesn’t mean he wants to.
FIN
oxoniensis's Porn Battle VIII
Title: Demonstrating restraint
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17 for sex and some bondage
Length: 921 words
Disclaimer: Belongs to Paramount and Gene Roddenberry.
Spoilers: Just the movie.
Summary: Prompt was bonds, originally here.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Jim asks, looking at Spock’s wrists anchored above the bed.
Spock - naturally - raises an eyebrow. “You asked, Captain. I am unclear why you are surprised at the outcome.”
“Mostly,” Jim admits, “I’m surprised you said yes.” He rests his hand on Spock’s bare chest, feeling the heartbeat where he forgets to expect it. It’s faster than Jim’s own, but that could mean almost anything.
Jim knows why he wanted this. He still has vivid bruise-red memories of Spock’s hands around his neck as his vision darkened. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Spock - he does - or that he truly believes he would hurt Jim - he wouldn’t. It’s just that he was having a little trouble convincing his dick of both those things. As a rule, his libido has a similar level of safety concern as the rest of him. That is, not a whole damn lot. It would be Spock who brought about the exception.
The thing is, he still has no idea why Spock wants this too. Jim slides down the bed, and asks the question to the inside of Spock’s thigh. At least here he can see the interest; the green flush and the way Spock hardens under Jim’s warm breath.
Spock answers just as Jim’s forgetting the question. “I will concede that your request was unanticipated. When I have… taken human partners, conventionally their desire is for greater expression, not restraint.” (Spock doesn’t say the name, and neither does Jim - he hadn’t know a Vulcan was capable of moping before, and he doesn’t want to stir that up again)
“Yeah, well,” Jim murmurs, mouthing the head of Spock’s dick, “I’ve seen your lack of restraint. I think I like this better.”
He’s not totally sure about that, actually. Jim asks the question again. “That’s me. You still haven’t told me why you said yes.” He swallows Spock down, until he’s nosing at the dark curls at the base of his cock. Jim can feel the tension in Spock’s muscles, with Jim’s hands around his legs for leverage, and to hold Spock in place.
As if he could hold Spock down. As if Jim’s knot-tying skills would be enough to hold him there if he didn’t want to be held. It should be some small reassurance, but it just raises more questions.
Jim pulls his mouth off, and crawls up Spock’s body. He says, “Stay right there.” They’ve already done the pre-show: Spock lying absolutely still while Jim slid his fingers into his own ass, ready for this next part. Jim holds onto Spock’s shoulder and guides himself down, slowing for more than his own benefit. He kind of does want the other thing too - he wants the evidence of passion, without the slight fear of asphyxiation.
Spock doesn’t make a sound until Jim kisses him, and even then it is more the suggestion of rushed breath than any arousal. Jim says, “You know, you’re allowed- I don’t even mean that. When the hell did I become responsible for allowing anyone to do anything?”
“Perhaps when you assumed command of a Starfleet vessel?” Spock suggests. From him, it’s almost a joke.
“You can talk, is what I meant,” Jim says. “Or make noise. You know, if you want. If this is-” He cuts himself off before he says ‘good for you’ like a nervous teenager. Not like him as a teenager, but he’s heard the stories.
Spock shifts, just a fraction, and his lips part. It’s the Vulcan equivalent of ‘come hither’ and Jim takes him at his not-word. He pushes up and down again, one-handed, rubbing himself off to the noises Spock still refuses to make.
He uses the look in Spock’s eyes as a guide, in the absence of other clues. Spock looks down when he is afraid his (human) eyes are giving him away. When he’s angry, or upset, or now. Now, when Jim is muttering, “Fuck. God. Spock,” on an endless loop, and spilling all over him.
Spock’s hips jerk when he comes, inside Jim, with his lips white to keep the sound in. He’s trying not to do anything that might make Jim uneasy - that means something, Jim thinks, even as his vision goes hazy and he has to pull back.
Jim lifts his head, after, when the feeling is returning to his limbs. He looks at Spock. “I know you could break those if you wanted.” He nods at the ties on Spock’s wrists.
“Yes,” Spock agrees.
“So why don’t you? Why did you even-?”
“Because you asked, Captain. Jim. Because you told me that it was what you needed in order to-” He stops. “I understand the importance of symbolism.”
“So if I told you to stay like that all night, you still wouldn’t break them. You’d just stay there with your hands going numb because it’s what I told you I needed to get it up?”
“I would doubt your wisdom,” Spock says, “but I would continue to believe that this demonstration was about more than physical release. I can bear the discomfort.”
Jim lies back down on the bed, by Spock’s side. After a minute, he says, “Break them.”
“Jim.”
“Go ahead. Go on.”
Jim hears the easy snap of the ties being pulled apart. It takes less than seconds. He turns onto his side against Spock, and waits until one arm is uncertainly curved around him. So the guy he’s fucking could snap him like a twig. Doesn’t mean he wants to.
FIN