Kitchen & Allll Over The Place -- Day 13 (Early Evening-Night) -- [Private/Unfinished]

[my_god_man]

When Leonard first woke up some -- damn, two? -- days ago, to go on this mission to Bacchus II, he expected some boring mission scanning plants. He certainly wouldn't have predicted this. Being chased out of Sickbay by a flock of crazy, horny people. Slowly becoming one of those crazy, horny people. Leonard paused momentarily out in the

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[my_god_man]

Fingers weren't the same as cock. The difference was obvious, breath-stealing, and oooooohhsofuckinghotandtight. Leonard had never felt this full before. And it was slow, achingly slow and thorough, that first claiming slide into him. Almost started to feel like it was gonna be too much to handle. The burn, the tightness, the way his universe narrowed down to just that sensation of being split apart and made whole. But then Spock was finally seated in him, allll the way home. A dark thrill of satisfaction ran through Leonard. Who it really belonged to, he couldn't say. But by the time the man was done with his neck, it was very clear just who he belonged to.

Goddamn, he'd forgotten what an amazing feeling it was, being possessed like this.

At just the right moment, like he was born knowing how to do this to Leonard, Spock began moving. Slow, cautious, focused thrusts. Holy mother of god, he took back everything he'd ever said about touch telepaths. The heat of his lover was helping to loosen him further, dull the ache.

[thevulcanfirst]

Being inside of someone was so totally alien to him, strange yet welcomed making only one things register in his mind: more. More what he didn’t know, could have been more of McCoy or maybe more friction, his need could have been for anything but he just knew he couldn’t stop. With his hair plastered to his forehead and his forehead against McCoy’s shoulder he thrust, soft even thrust that he knew wouldn’t hurt the doctor. It was agonizingly slow and soft…almost to the point of pain for him but he didn’t, well he couldn’t hurt McCoy, not even by mistake. So he continued the slow, meticulous thrusts.

“I…d-do not…do not wish…you…to sustain….ahh…an….injury….” Spock wrapped his arm around McCoy’s middle to keep him upright and on his feet as his body reacted to the stimuli. His breathing sped up quicker again, his heart rate shooting up as well. The command issued by the doctor to hit the same spot as before was fallowed in spades, every slow thrust was aimed perfectly to hit ‘right there.’

[my_god_man]

Oh god, you're gonna kill me, sweet and slow. He wasn't sure if he said that or thought it. But the sentiment, for Leonard, was so true. The slow, comfy screw was melting away whatever pain was left. And Spock seemed to be finding his stride perfectly. But Leonard's plea hadn't been a suggestion, damnit. The man was lighting a fire in him. In more ways than just that superheated cock. He wanted more firmness, faster strokes, wanted...

... wanted to go ahead and do that dying he kept mentioning.

"Christalmightyan'allthesaints!" When Spock took a hint... hot damn. The Vulcan had finally done. Found his prostate again and hell if he wasn't working it thoroughly. It was like Leonard's own Idiot Button. He was babbling away again, absolutely unable to control his mouth. His brain was too damn taxed dealing with the intensity of feeling. Now he no longer cared if he expired slowly. But he was sure enthusiastic about getting here. Tried to reposition his arms, get some purchase with his feet. Had just enough concentration

[thevulcanfirst]

That deep southern drawl to McCoy’s voice made his hips snap forward in a hard thrust. He swallows thickly trying to find his voice again but when he tries to speak a low moan is all that comes out. He gave a few sharper thrusts before he was able to speak again trying his best to keep his voice even. “I am going slowly so that I do not…kill you…” his voice wasn’t nearly as even as he would have wanted it to be but he couldn’t help it. He went on with the slow thrust as he worked his next statement out between breathless moans. “If I…harm you…uh…in anyway…” he kissed Leonard’s shoulder. “…make….make me stop…” and with that his thrust became harder, sharper, stronger leaving him speechless again.