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The bridge is silent when the turbo lift doors open and he walks on for the first time, but it's the sudden sort of silence that makes it obvious that everyone was talking only moments before. Across the room, a small voice pipes up "Captain on the bridge."
A small flush of pride goes through Jim at that moment but he just nods, "At ease." He met most of his new command team earlier in the week and a formal welcome could wait till their mission was underway.
Off to the side, standing in a perfect parade rest is the final member of his crew. And a Vulcan as well. He's tall, taller probably even than Jim himself with the kind of sharp military bearing that Jim pretends to not find attractive.
"Ah, you must be Commander Spock. I was wondering when I would finally get to meet my new First Officer." Jim reaches out for a handshake on instinct, only remembering the bit about touch telepaths and erogenous zone once his arm is fully extended. And wasn't that just the perfect way to introduce himself to the person he was hoping to share his command with -- either he's committing borderline sexual harassment or he's going to look rude for withdrawing his hand.
"Indeed. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well Captain Kirk." Spock meets his handshake with a firm grasp and a surprisingly warm hand. He hesitates then, his mouth starting to open. It's as if he still processing his words even as he begins to speak and their hands remain clasped for moments longer than customary. It is such an abnormal sight to see a flustered Vulcan that Jim cannot help but to grin and admire it. Spock recovers quickly though, "Perhaps we should retire to your Ready Room for a more thorough introduction?" Spock releases his hand then, fingertips dragging along his palm and sending a shiver up his arm. Jim starts, glancing to Spock's face for explanation and seeing only a steady calm. He must have imagined it.
"Good idea." He had wished to spend more time on the new bridge getting a feel the dynamics of his crew, but it was much more important to get started on the right foot with First Officer. He would have time for the rest of his crew later. It wasn't until they had reached the much smaller enclosed space of the Ready Room that the smell hit him. The air on star ships was carefully filtered to avoid exactly this, but Spock was right on his heels as he entered and it was unavoidable.
The sense of Alpha washed over him and nearly froze him in his tracks. It was strong and overpowering, his hole clenched on instinct and it took all of Jim's will power to turn around and face his First Officer.
Spock was standing much closer now, Jim almost has to tip his head up to look him in the eye causing him to unintentionally bare his neck. He blushed red at the thought. Spock's eyes look him over once. Slowly. Following the curve of the muscle on his chest and his slim hips, lingering with intensity on his groin. Jim swallowed but didn't move, he felt almost frozen in place by the stare and smell of Alpha that was insinuating itself into every thought. Spock's gaze returned finally to his face and he brought one large, warm hand to settle on Jim's shoulder. His thumb landed squarely on Jim's scent gland and pressed.
"I didn't realize they were letting Omegas captain ships now." Jim couldn't read his tone. It could have been an insult or genuine curiosity. Maybe Jim would have had an easier time figuring it out if his entire body hadn't focused in on the hand on his throat and the need that was beginning to pulse under skin.
"Is this going to be a problem Commander Spock?" Jim's voice sounds shaky even to his own ears and he knows somewhere in the back of his mind that he should really step back and evaluate this with a clear head. Knows that his response doesn't even make sense in the face of the heady scent of Alpha arousal that he cannot seem to ignore.
"Not at all, my little Omega." The possessive should have him shaking with rage, and yet his head tips just a little bit farther back; his hole clenches down on nothing.
He needs to get a grip. Jim is the captain of this ship, he should have more self-control than this -- barely more than a minute in the room with an Alpha and he already aching to spread his legs like a whore. If he could get a second to clear his head, he be able to focus and set this straight.
Spock never gives him the chance. "I've never scented a Omega as ripe as you before." Spock pulls him closer, ducking his nose to scent along his neck. The words send a flush to his face and the gentle brush of his nose raises goosebumps in its path.
"Spock ---." Jim wants to tell him to stop, wants to ask for more, wants to cite Starfleet regulations, wants to beg but he's cut short. Spock's tongue licks a searing hot line from his scent gland up to his ear. Jim's knees buckle and his hands are reaching and latching onto Spock's shirt without thought.
"You should address me as Alpha." The words are husky, spoken directly into his ear. Spock's breath is tickling and hot. Unexpected. It sends shivers down Jim's neck and he moans unbidden.
Spock's hand on his neck draws him even closer, nails scraping through his hair and along his scalp as the hand shifts to press Jim's face into the crook of Spock's neck. Pleasure follows the scratches and Jim clutches tighter on instinct. He can feel every inch of Spock body against his, a warm wall of heat. There's a hard Alpha cock pressing into his stomach and for the first time since this began, Jim registers that his cock is hard as well. The pressure of Spock's hip is heavenly and overwhelming. Jim can't think beyond the sensations. He ruts closer, gasps. Spock pushes him tighter to his neck and Jim's open mouth collides with the slick hot skin.
It tastes like Alpha. Tastes like spiced tea and sex. Jim can't stop the gush of slick that leaves his hole, can't stop himself from licking and trying to get more of the taste. Spock's scent gland blooms under his tongue, releasing more hormones with every touch and Jim can't get enough. He bites down, needing something, needing more.
Spock responds in kind, teeth nipping down into Jim's own neck. It feels like lightning straight to his hole, a shock of pleasure hitting him all at once. If Spock hadn't already been holding him up, it would've sent him to his knees.
"Alpha." It slips out on an exhale. Jim can't stop it, not sure anymore if he even wants to try. His hole flexes and pulses, clenching again and feeling so empty. Spock's cock feels so large against his abdomen, blazing with heat, and Jim can't think of anything other than how much he wants it inside of him.
One of Spock's hands skims over his shirt, thumbing briefly over a pebbled nipple before continuing down and around, grabbing at Jim's ass. Jim can't do anything but gasp against Spock's neck, drawing in more pheromones with every intake, losing himself in Alpha musk more and more.
Spock's fingers grab and pull, reminding Jim of how much slick his hole is leaking. Reminding Jim of how empty he feels. Spock walks them backward, using his grip on Jim's ass to keep Jim steady and keep them pressed together. With every step, Jim's cock is rubbing against Spock's hip and he feels seconds away from coming.
They don't stop until Jim can feel the table behind him. Then Spock is using the hand under Jim's ass to lift him onto the table, spreading his legs and slotting between them. Like this their cocks are aligned and the pressure makes Jim gasp. His hands scrabble at Spock's shoulders trying to pull them tighter as he rocks his hips forward for more friction.
His new position spreads his ass, pulling his pants tight against his hole. Both of Spock's hand settle on his ass, gripping his cheeks and spreading them even more. Then one releases and a finger lands directly on Jim's hole. It presses hard, rubbing the scratchy fabric of his pants into his sensitive swollen rim. He can't stop the moan that escapes, nor the gush of slick.
"Such a needy little thing. You're so wet it's leaking through your pants." Spock's mouth is once against his ear and he punctuates his statement with a bite to Jim's earlobe. Jim whines, needy and wanton, bearing his throat and starting to beg.
"Please Alpha. Alpha Alpha. Please. Need more." The rubbing continues over his pants, pushing deeper but never deep enough. He feels so empty. The rasp of fabric is too sharp a sensation for his sensitive skin but it's still not enough. Jim can still feel the hot steel of Spock's cock trapped between them and he needs it inside him.
For second, Jim almost feels himself tipping over the edge and then Spock is disappearing. The finger on his hole and the hand on his ass vanish, as does the wall of heat in front of him. For all that Jim had been gripping Spock's shirt, it slips through his fingers in an instant. If he wasn't half on the table, Jim would've fallen to the ground.
Jim had thought that if he had a breath of fresh air that he would be able regain his self-control. He can't. Even away from Spock, he can only think of how empty he feels. He can feel his cock pulsing in time with his hole, can feel the slick dripping down his legs. He doesn't want to clear his head, he wants an alpha cock fucking him until he can't stand.
It's a struggle for Jim to open his eyes, he hadn't realized they'd been closed. Spock has stepped back. His shirt is askew at the collar and there are faint teeth marks at his neck, but he still looks the picture of professionalism. As Jim watches, one of his hands reaches for the button of his trousers. Slowly, without any of the hurry and need Jim feels pulsing under his skin, Spock reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock.
It's big. So much bigger than any cock Jim has taken before. Bigger even than any cock Jim has seen. Spock's hand strokes slowly, methodically and Jim can see the start of a knot at the base.
It looks proportionally big, His hole pulses with want.
Finally, Spock meets his eyes. "Strip, Omega." Jim can't do anything but comply.