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“I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” Kirk grunts out as his cock is wrapped in the warm, wet heat of his commander’s mouth.
Spock’s mouth slowly descends into Jim’s lap, and the astute vulcan hums out a long low tune while breathing a hot breath into Jim’s groin, making him throb with want. Spock looks up at his Captain for a beat before dragging his mouth off of Jim’s dick in a way very unbecoming of a first officer.
“I believe it was you—” Spock says as he cradles Jim’s throbbing dick next to his warm, green tinged cheek “—Who asked for my assistance in this manner,” further accentuating his point with a soft twist of the human cock, making Jim whimper from pleasure.
“Yeah, well, I was being flirty, okay? It was a suggestion based on the heat of, hunh, of the moment, and I really need to get back—”
“Jim,” Spock slowly pulls off and sets Jim with a weighted stare, “If you wish to get back to your paperwork, that is fine. If you wish me to leave you in this state,” and as if Spock knew stopping was the last thing on Jim’s mind, Jim thought, Spock looked up at him with wanton eyes and brushed Jim’s cock over his pouted and flushed vulcan lips, “Then all you need to do is say so.”
Fuck.
What Jim wants, what Jim needs, is to pour his thick cum down his beloved’s throat.
But Jim’s also on edge. He’s been using sex recently as a way to cope with recent stressors at work. With his recently blossoming romance with Spock kept so close to his heart, recent missions have also come with a larger dose of anxiety to keep his crew safe from danger. And with greater stress comes, well, a ramp up in Jim’s sex drive.
As in, jacking off multiple times per day, give or take. It was the same as back in college, not really easy to get laid when you’re a walking stack of books. Jim mainly kept to himself in the library, reading voraciously, then working that stress off later either in the gym or, er, at home. In bed. Voraciously. And well, the gym on the Enterprise helps a lot.
So does his newly minted relationship. Aside from being pretty much the best thing that’s happened to him, he’s been extremely invested in finding other ways to let off steam. So there’s been less time to hit the gym to say the least.
Jim’s mind is pulled back to the present by Spock sucking him back into his mouth. Jim sharply inhales, choking on his breath, “Spock—”, oh, god, Spock. A litany of desperate cries for Spock to continue echoes in Jim’s mind, drawing out his feeling of guilt for getting off with his partner’s mouth. Jim almost can’t stand the lightning bolts of pleasure from Spock’s kitten licks to his cock until he realizes he needs Spock to know how he feels in this moment.
“Spock, I- I don’t want to use you, I—” I need to come, oh god. “I need to know if you’re okay with me coming in your mouth like this, ah—”, Jim breathes heavily and pushes the last bits of his pitiful pleas out above Spock’ bobbing head, “Hu-humans will sometimes use sex as a way to wind down, and it’s not sexy, or loving, or, or- ah…”
“Jim,” Spock breathes as he once again extricates himself from his prize. “Please come in my mouth.”
And with that, Jim’s fear about their first stress blowjob dissipates. His balls tighten in pleasure as he allows Spock to give him this gift, lets his mind allow himself to let go, to turn off the captaincy for a moment and melt into pleasure, into Spock.
Feeling the new flexing and unflexing of muscles in his lover’s body and mind through a tight grip on Jim’s hips, Spock begins to work Jim’s cock in earnest, slowly stuffing his mouth with the thick shaft, laving the length with his tongue. He takes care to memorize every inch, every vein of his lovers’ throbbing passion as he milks pleasure from Jim for the first time. Spock’s studies on human sensitivity are definitely doing his partner a favor. Most of all, Jim needs this, Spock thinks to himself, and of course he is more than willing to oblige.
It’s almost too much and not enough, as Jim grapples with his own pleasure to let go and submit himself to Spock’s ministrations. He is completely lost in his lover’s attentions, lost in the way Spock builds that pressing fire deep within him. Jim tenses, lifting his hips to catch that flame, pushing up until his hips are flush against every swallow of Spocks mouth, moving in tandem until they reach a deep thrusting rhythm, until Jim can’t take it any longer and
Waves of pleasure ripple through Jim as Spock deepthroats his cock, swallowing Jim’s pleasure beside heated gasps.
The room’s sounds and shapes come back to Jim, slowly, as he rides out the last waves of his pulsing orgasm and stares into Spock’s lust-darkened eyes.
“I…Spock. That was, uh, most pleasurable. Not exactly how I expected our first time to go, but—”
“I enjoyed the act to the extreme, Jim.” Jim’s breath caught in his throat as his attention was fully captured by Spock’s wanton, flushing face next to his spent genitals. “My wish was to serve my future bondmate, and to that end I am fulfilled. I would know that you were…also fulfilled by my skills?”
“You’ve never done that before, huh?” Jim huffs out a sweet laugh. Of course Spock is good at everything, even his first blowjob. “Well, looks like we have a lot more exploring to do than just the galaxy, Mr. Spock,” Jim shoots Spock a dazzling smile, one that only Spock can bring out in him. It is a pleasure Spock allows himself to indulge in. That, and-
“Jim, if I may?”
Jim and Spock slowly pick themselves up, Spock getting off his knees and straightening to his full towering height, Jim stretching his glutes and pushing the desk chair to parade rest at his work table. “Yes, of course, anything Spock.”
“I believe I am, ‘up next’, as you humans tend to say in these circumstances.”
“Oh my god, Spock. Get on the bed, legs spread. I’m putting us both off-duty for the next several hours. If Bones asks, I’ll be sure to tell him I got some well-deserved ‘stress leave’ with my lovely first officer.”
With a smirk, Spock leads Jim to the bed for a second round.