"You...fuck...w-we need to...Spock..." Jim panted. He was pressed against the glass doors leading from the garden to Spock's bedroom. "Please..." He spread his legs wider as he tried to press down on the two fingers now pressing up inside of him.
"Patience, Ashayam, we have all night to enjoy each other." Spock ran a hand gently down Jim's back as he used his other hand to stretch Jim's hole. He couldn't wait any longer, however, despite what he'd just told Jim. The need to mark Jim still beat a rhythm in his blood. Jim having spoken in Vulcan had touched something deep inside him, something he didn't understand nor could he explain. Groaning as Jim tightened around his fingers, Spock leaned forward, licking at the bite on Jim's clavicle. "I claim thee, Ashayam, as my mate. The other half of my soul. I will forever need thee, want thee, cherish thee." Spock spoke softly, his voice low, deep, rumbling through his chest. Pressing closer to Jim, he slipped a third finger inside of the hot body in front of him. Pleased with the soft hitch of breath and helpless whimper that left the beautifully, kiss swollen lips. "You are mine, James Tiberius Kirk, from this life unto the next, I claim thee."
Jim panted against the glass, trying not to give in to the urge to reach down and just jerk himself off. He was so close, and Spock whispering in his ear wasn't helping him hold back. Shivering as he struggled to focus, Jim gasped out the response, repeating the words Spock had just spoken. "I-I claim thee, Ashayam, as my mate." Jim gasped, he moved his hips, trying to get Spock's fingers to go deeper, When he was denied what he wanted, Jim straightened back up and finished what he was saying. "T-the other half of my soul, I will forever need thee, want thee, cherish thee." Jim groaned, his legs turning to jelly in the face of Spock now kneeling behind him, his tongue licking the soft, pink skin wrapped around his fingers. "Fuck, Spock..." Jim panted harshly, he was close. Closer than he'd originally realized. "Please, Spock, please, please!" Jim whimpered as he moved his hips, fucking himself on Spock's fingers. He groaned in frustration when Spock pulled his fingers out but sucked in a quick breath when they were replaced by his tongue. Jim's body clenched, the sensation of Spock running his tongue around his entrance then pressing forward, was pushing him closer over the edge.
"Finish, Ashayam, I would know that you feel the same." Spock whispered, his breath ghosting over the fluttering pink hole in front of him. He gripped Jim's ass, gently kneading the soft, fleshy mounds as he spread them apart. Leaning forward, Spock licked the tight ring then pushed his tongue past the barrier and into Jim's body.
Jim clenched his jaw around the groan that built in his throat. He couldn't think about anything but the feel of Spock's tongue, until Spock stopped moving it. "Fuck, Spock, no!" Jim cried in desperation. "Please..."
"Finish, Jim..." Spock said softly. He knew he should wait to demand the words be spoken but he couldn't deny the need to hear them, the need to make his claim as soon as possible.
Jim panted as he tried to refocus his thoughts. "Y-you are mine, Spock, son of Sarek, from this life unto the next, I-I claim thee." Jim groaned as Spock bit down on the upper curve of his left cheek. "Spock, for the love of god!"
Spock stood up, turned Jim around while picking him up. "T'nash-veh(mine)..."
He pressed Jim back up against the glass, shivering at the feel of the strong legs wrapped around his waist. "Kwon-sum(always)..." Spock adjusted Jim, moving him so he could position himself better. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Jim." Spock whispered against Jim's neck. He held Jim up by his waist, bent his knees, and pressed up. Relishing the feel of Jim's tight, hot body sheathing him. Growling, Spock thrust up, hard. He couldn't control the racing of his heart, nor could he stop the thickening of his blood. This is what he's missed the past few days. This man wrapped around him, his strength, his heat, his mind, his soul.
Jim clutched at Spock as he was rocked up and back. Groaning, he shifted his hips down, trying to meet Spock's thrust. Wrapping his arms around Spock's shoulder's, Jim let his head drop back. There was nothing more he could do but let Spock has his way and just hang on for the ride. Panting harshly, Jim felt his body tighten with the pleasure racing through him. Pulling Spock closer, all he could do was groan with the need to come. To let go and just let Spock...
"Ashayam.." Spock moaned. "I-I must..."
Jim arched back, "Spock, h-hurry, I can't..." Jim let out a soft whimper as Spock pressed up again and again against his prostate. "I-I can't...fuck, Spock, please..." Jim was desperate. His vision was beginning to blur as he stared at the usually pale face, now flushed a light jade. Sliding a hand through Spock's dark hair, Jim curled his fingers around the strands and pulled...hard...gasping when Spock thrust up harder. "Fuck, j-just like that, Spock. D-don't stop." Jim panted. He felt the long, pale fingers press against his psi points, waited as Spock spoke the words that would meld them. Then he was falling...falling... "Spock..."
Spock groaned as they fell into their meld space. The bond wrapping around them as Spock thrust harder, his mind reaching...reaching... "Jim..."
It was to much yet it still wasn't enough. Jim panted as the orgasm crested, stretching his muscles taught. He tried to hold back the hot wave wanting to break over him, groaned as he strained against the tight coil that held him in its grip. Thrusting his hips down, Jim jerked as the world shifted. His vision went white as spots of red and green danced before his eyes. When Jim's head fell back, he gasped out one word. "Spock..."
It was more than he'd ever expected and more than he'd ever wanted. Spock felt the possessive growl rumbling through his chest, holding tightly to the hips in front of him as he continued to move. He pressed Jim against the glass as his orgasm hit him head on, forcing out the beast within. Spock thrust harder, as he gave in to his body's demands, his hands bruising in their grip on the tan hips. The bite mark from earlier drawing him like a moth to a flame, Spock leaned forward and bit Jim again. The taste of iron flooded his mouth and his blood sang at the sharp cry that left Jim's lips. Mine! His mind reveled in the taste of his mate's essence, in the mind that understood his as no other has before. Spock held Jim against him as tightly as possible, panting as he moaned harshly against the tan throat. "Jim..."
Spock slowly slid to the ground as his legs gave out. Holding Jim as securely as possible, he adjusted the panting blond in his arms. "Ashayam?" He asked the question softly, moving a shaky hand over Jim's back gently.
Jim groaned as he struggled to hold his head up. He heard Spock talking to him, asking him a question. "Yeah." Jim sighed softly. Lifting his head, he blinked as he tried to get his eyes to focus on the face in front of him. Giving him a crooked grin, Jim raised a shaky hand to cup Spock's cheek. "Hey." Jim whispered.
Spock leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against Jim's lips. "We must clean ourselves before retiring." He watched as Jim's lids drooped with exhaustion. "It has been a long evening and I have missed having you with me these past few nights."
Jim gave Spock a small grin. "You've just been really horny that's all." He chuckled softly when he felt Spock's arms tighten around him. "I've missed you too." Jim sighed. "And a shower sounds great, kinda sore." Jim could feel his face heating as Spock looked at him. His dark gaze searching for something and obviously finding it.
"We will shower then rest, there are a number of things we must discuss." Spock said softly. He stood up, holding Jim in his arms. He felt his cock slide free of Jim's body and shivered at the sensation.
"I may not be able to walk for a few days." Jim said softly. He grinned at Spock and pressed a kiss against his lips. "You know, I can try walking if..."
"It is of no consequence, Jim. I find that I do not wish to be parted from you for any reason right now." Spock knew that his ears and face must be a light jade but for Jim, for his mate, he would speak of the things in his heart. He would learn to understand him just as Jim has been taking the time to learn and understand as well.
"Yeah, well, good because I'm pretty sure I was lying." Jim chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Spock's neck. "Come on let's get in the shower so we can get in bed." Jim tried to hold in a yawn but wasn't successful. "Your days here are way longer than on Earth and I'm more tired than I thought." Jim drifted off as Spock carried him inside and to the bathroom. "You know Spock, if you wanted to mark me I could have got a tattoo with your name or something on it. You, uh, you didn't have to bite me." Jim reached up and gingerly touched the skin on his clavicle. "But I'm not complaining." Jim said softly as Spock kissed him.
"My apologies, Ashayam." Although he sounded far from apologetic. "I will endeavor to be more mindful our next time." Spock walked into the bathroom, setting Jim down slowly on his feet. Spock made sure Jim was able to stand before he released him and turned towards the shower. "Come, Ashayam, you are tired and in need of rest. Let me wash you then we will retire to the bedroom."
Jim yawned as he stretched with a tired groan. "Tomorrows going to be worse because we'll be setting all the equipment up." He grinned as Spock led him towards the shower. He was sore everywhere but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, honestly, Jim knew he'd felt worse. Looking up at the silent man standing in front of him, Jim frowned. Spock was quiet, more so than usual and Jim wondered what was bothering him. "Spock?"
"I do not wish to break our bond, Jim." Spock looked over at Jim, his heart was racing in his side. He knew Jim still had doubts about whether they were going to remain together or not. "My parents have given their blessing to our union, I would ask that you remain with me as my mate."
Jim blinked, surprised at what Spock said. "So, uh, they, ummm, t-the thing with your dad..."
"He is the one who suggested we remain bonded." Spock gave Jim a small quirk of his lips. "You remind him of my mother and her free spirit."
"Would make sense you would want the same thing." Jim grinned as he walked into the shower stall. "God, Spock, this is...wow this is your shower?!"
Spock looked around the space. "It is adequate for my needs."
Jim chuckled, "Adequate for your needs, hmmm? Well damn, I hope you never see mine then. You'd be pissed." Jim stepped under the hot spray of water and groaned in pleasure. "This feels so good right now." He sighed as his head dropped forward and the water ran over his tired body. He didn't flinch when he felt Spock's hands rubbing his sore muscles. Easing the tension and stress out of his limbs and relaxing his mind. "God, Spock that feels even better." Jim mumbled. He sighed at the feel of a soft cloth moving over him, enjoying the light spicy scent. Jim's eyes drifted closed as he let Spock wash them both then felt himself being dried with a soft, fluffy towel once the water had been turned off. Sighing in sleepy pleasure, Jim grinned as he stared hazily up at the man in front of him. "Spock, 'm so tired." Jim yawned. He wrapped his arms around the pale shoulders of the man now carrying him to the bedroom. "I could have walked." Jim said softly.
"Indeed, Ashayam, yet I find that I enjoy being able to do this for you." Spock laid Jim down gently on the bed. He pulled the covers back and arranged them both until he was able to get Jim as close to him as possible. Pulling the covers back up and over them, Spock placed an arm around Jim's waist. Listening to the soft cadence of his breathing. "Sleep well, Ashayam, for tonight you will have nothing but pleasant dreams. Spock pressed a gentle kiss against Jim's neck, smiling at the soft sound that left him.
Spock couldn't sleep so he decide he would meditate. Slowly leaving the bed, he glanced down at Jim before heading back towards the garden. He needed to retrieve both his and Jim's clothes. Leaving the suite, Spock could still hear the music from the bonfire. The strains of a soft melody he's never heard before floated on the breeze and he wondered at the tune. Picking up Jim's linen pants, Spock went in search of his robe and Jim's shirt. He thought back on the night's events, about his short conversation with Stonn then the brief one with his father. Spock hadn't expected his father to change his mind so easily but he would not argue with his decision. As for Stonn, Spock would not deny that he agreed with the idea of protecting family and he knew Stonn took his duty to family very seriously. With Nero showing his interest in Jim despite Spock's warnings, Stonn's assistance would help ease some of his concern.
Walking further up the path towards the pool, Spock picked up his robe and Jim's shirt. He couldn't resist pressing the soft fabric against his nose and taking a deep breath. Jim's scent filled his nostrils, making him shiver in pleasure. Spock never expected to find someone like Jim. Someone who understood him better than he seemed to understand himself, wanted him for himself...loved him for himself. He needed to find a way to show Jim just how much he meant to him. Staring across the smooth surface of the pool, Spock tried to think of what he had that would equal what Jim has given him. Kneeling next to the water, Spock reached out and slowly touched the surface. Watching as the water rippled, then expanded outward, Spock thought about everything he's shared with Jim so far and the one gift Jim gave freely was...Spock stood abruptly, turning back towards the suite. He knew what he could give...the one gift Jim always gave so freely to Spock...himself.
Spock walked back into the suite, closing the door gently behind him. Walking to the bedroom, he stood watching the sleeping man in his bed. The pleasure he felt at being able to just watch Jim sleep was surprising. It was a simple act, yet Spock found that he enjoyed it almost as much as seeing Jim awake.
"Spock..." Jim sighed as he turned over onto his side.
Spock moved closer to the bed, the desire to know what Jim was dreaming about was strong but he still needed to meditate. Stepping back from the bed, Spock laid Jim's clothes on the back of a chair, his robe underneath. Turning towards his meditation mat, Spock moved to the small table next to it. He opened the lid on a small cherry wood box, a gift from his mother on one of their travels to Earth. Taking out the small bottle of oil, incense, and candles inside, Spock set up the small area for meditation. He lit the incense and candles, taking a deep breath and releasing it on a soft sigh. He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed being home and the fact that Jim was now here to share in his home coming made things better.
Glancing over at the bed one more time, Spock closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to focus his thoughts and calm his mind. If he wanted to be clear headed when Jim woke, he would need to make sure that his emotions were controlled and that there was nothing standing in the way of his gift for Jim.
Spock wasn't sure how long he spent in meditation, by the time he finally returned from the depths of his mind, the moon was high in the sky and the breeze coming through the window was beginning to chill the room. Looking over at the bed, Spock tried to hold back the smile that threatened to appear. Jim was spread out across the bed in a starfish position, his blond hair sticking out all over his head. Standing up, Spock took his time walking to the bed as he scanned the sleeping figure. The sheet had fallen to Jim's waist, showing off the broad, tan back and well defined muscles. He couldn't help but reach out and brush a hand gently down Jim's spine, enjoying the feel of the soft skin and hair as they tickled his fingertips.
"You could get in trouble doing that, you know?"
Spock jerked back at the sleepy tone, surprise and pleasure vied for dominance as he kneeled on the bed. "I was not aware that you were awake, Jim." Spock waited for Jim to open his eyes. He loved seeing Jim's eyes when he first woke in the morning. When rich, cerulean blue blinked open, then slowly focused on him, Spock released a soft breath. "Good evening, Ashayam." Spock whispered softly.
Jim grinned up at Spock. "Evening to you, too handsome." Jim stretched, groaning as his tired muscles protested the action. "What time is it?" Jim asked, yawning. "Why are you still up, couldn't sleep?" Jim looked up at the pale face, reaching out and brushing back a few dark, strands of stray hair. "You look about as tired as I feel."
"I have been meditating, I also retrieved our clothing from the garden." Spock could feel his nerves fluttering in his stomach as he looked down at Jim. "I wish to give you something, Jim, but find myself unsure of your reaction."
Jim raised up to his elbows, brow creasing in concern. "What's going on Spock? It's not like some type of whip and chain set because if it is I could probably go..." Jim broke off with a soft moan as Spock kissed him. "Or that, uh, that will work too." Jim whispered.
Spock groaned as he pressed Jim back against the bed, he couldn't help imaging the things Jim spoke about. "No, Ashayam, nothing such as that at this time." Spock pulled back from Jim slowly. "There is something I wish to give to thee, Ashayam." Spock moved from the bed to the large window across from it. Pulling the second set of curtains, Spock turned to find Jim watching him intently.
"You put your robe back on. What type of gift is it Spock, are we going somewhere, is that why you're dressed?" Jim looked at Spock, curiosity setting his nerves on edge. He couldn't tell what Spock was thinking, his side of the bond, although not blocked, wasn't easily accessible. "W-why are you bloc..."
"I wish to give to you something I have never given to another, Ashayam...Jim..." Spock took a deep breath, walked to the foot of the bed, his head down bent. "I wish..." Spock looked up at Jim, certain his ears and face were a light absinthe with his blush. He wasn't sure he could say the words out loud so he sent them to Jim through their bond.
I wish to give to thee, the last gift I can give, Jim. I wish to give myself to you, as you have given yourself to me.
Jim's eyes widened as he stared into the dark eyes in front of him. "Wow, uh, I, ummm, I-I don't..." Jim broke off as he watched Spock move from the foot of the bed, walking slowly around to Jim's side. "Spock, you know you don't have to do this. I mean I'm happy..." Jim broke off at the flash of pale skin that appeared when Spock moved. Jim could feel his body responding to the idea of Spock naked beneath his robe or Spock naked beneath him. The possibilities of what could happen played through Jim's head. The things he could show Spock...
Reaching up to the collar of his robe, Spock held the edges gently. He unhooked the top clasp, then slowly unzipped it the rest of the way down. "To you, James Tiberius Kirk, I offer the one thing I have left to offer." Spock looked up to see Jim's hot, hungry gaze on him. "I offer myself, as the last gift I have to give to the one who is most worthy of it."
Jim moved to the side of the bed, his gaze still on Spock. "Wait, what, uh, what do you mean exactly, Spock? I thought we were already, ummm, married? I don't, uh, I-I don't understand?" Jim knew what he hoped Spock meant. Knew he wanted it to mean that he would be able to make love to Spock instead of Spock making love to him. "Because I swear if you mean exactly what I'm think..."
"I would share my body with my bondmate." Spock broke in softly, trying to control the tremor that raced through him at Jim's look. The blue eyes darkened and the pupils dilated until the blue was a thing ring of fire. The tan face was flushed a light pink from excitement and Jim's chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths. "I offer myself to you, Ashayam, as the only thing I have left to give."
"You, uh, y-you don't have to do this Spock." Jim could feel his cock getting harder. The images of him being inside Spock, the heat he knew he'd feel, the tightness that would surround him, the thoughts were heating his blood. "W-we can keep things..."
"I wish to do this, Jim. You have given me so much it is only logical that I do the same." Spock looked at Jim, sure his face was a dark jade. "I can only give that which is mine to give to you." Spock paused as he studied Jim. "Is that not acceptable, Jim? Do you prefer someth..."
"No!" Jim moved to stand in front of the robe clad figure, cutting off his question with a sharp noise. "No, fuck, I'm just...God I just woke up and you tell me that you want to, uh, to give yourself to me? It's a dream come true, trust me, because I can think of a number of ways I'd like to have you beneath me." Jim grinned at Spock as he walked towards him. Reaching out, he ran a hand gently over Spock's shoulder's. "Or above me." Jim grasped the edges of Spock's robe, pulling it gently apart. "Or we could always try the spooning position." He separated the garment, sliding his hands down and inside. "We can even do it from the back, if you want to try that o-or..." Jim tried to control his breathing as he pressed his hands against Spock's chest, then slid his right hand down Spock's left side, directly above his heart. Taking a step closer, Jim could feel Spock's heart racing, could hear the soft breaths that passed his lips, feel the heat of Spock's skin as he moved closer. "Or, we can just do what ever feels right for both of us." He leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss against the curve of Spock's jaw, pulling him closer. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Spock..." Jim groaned as Spock leaned down and kissed him, the growl rumbling under his hands making him shiver. Jim slid his hands back up to Spock's shoulders, pushing his robe back and off his shoulders. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular, Spock." Jim panted against Spock's mouth. He could see the affect his words were having, the way Spock struggled to control the hot wave of lust rolling through him. "Tell me what you want, Spock."
Spock closed his eyes, trying to control the hot rush of desire pooling low in his stomach. His hands clenched against Jim's back, resisting the urge to grab him and drag him to the bed. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Jim, watched as he saw his own desire...his own need mirrored in the blue eyes before him. "You, Ashayam, in any way I can have you."
Jim stepped back, looking at the lithe, pale body in front of him. "You are gorgeous." He ran his hands from Spock's shoulder's down to his chest, curling his fingers in the light dusting of hair there. Jim would admit to being nervous, despite everything they'd done up to this point, this was something Spock had never done before. Jim slid his hands down, letting his fingers move gently over the taut stomach, feeling the muscles flex and release with Spock's breathing. "Let's get back in bed."
Spock followed Jim as he was pulled towards the bed, his gaze still watching the man in front of him. He was nervous, not because of what they were about to do but because he didn't want to disappoint Jim.
"You could never disappoint me, Spock." Jim pushed him back onto the bed, watching as Spock fell back gracefully. Grinning, Jim crawled over the pale body, making sure that they were barely touching. Watching as Spock's pupils dilated and his hands twitched. "Am I going to slow?" He knew the answer, knew that Spock wanted to rush him but wouldn't. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over Spock's, enjoying the soft gasp of pleasure. Increasing the pressure, Jim slid his hands over the pale body beneath him. Tweaking a nipple as he moved down Spock's body, Jim couldn't help the small chuckle as Spock arched up, a soft moan leaving his lips. Pressing a trail of kisses across Spock's chest, Jim rubbed gently against the hot skin beneath his fingers. "Relax baby, we have all night." Jim sat up, moving his body against Spock's, smiling as he tried to keep as still as possible. Raising Spock's leg, Jim pressed a kiss on the inside of his knee, licking the area then biting gently. He watched as the man in front of him shivered and slowly started to fall apart.
Spock clenched his jaw around the desire to switch their positions. He hadn't anticipated on Jim moving slowly and it was torture. Opening his eyes, Spock looked up at the man above him and stilled. It was torture but it was a torture he was willing to endure. Reaching up, he pulled Jim closer, wanting to kiss him, to taste his desire mirrored in Jim. He couldn't help the shiver that raced through him as he felt the press of Jim's hips. Groaning in frustrated need, Spock's hands tightened on Jim's hips. He started to ask Jim to hurry until he felt a warm hand wrap around his cock and squeeze. Arching up, Spock closed his eyes against the rush of pleasure. When he felt Jim's hand sliding down further back between his legs, he stiffened.
"Relax, gorgeous, you're doing so good." Jim whispered, his blue gaze was intense. Focused on the pleasure of the man in front of him. "Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. Try and relax, I won't do anything you don't want me to do. If I hurt you, tell me." Jim waited until Spock nodded and his body slowly relaxed. Brushing a finger down, Jim pressed against the tight, pink ring in front of him, trying to control the urge to just push forward. Rubbing gently, Jim stroked Spock as he leaned forward, the urge to taste him...to use his tongue to ease his way inside the body splayed out in front of him. He licked the head of the flushed cock in his hand, tasting the clear liquid that appeared. Sucking lightly, Jim used his tongue to tease the slit, then slowly slid lower. Spock loved blow jobs, something they'd both discovered before leaving Earth. Jim moved his hand in counter to his head, squeezing his hand around Spock, trying to hold back his smile at the moan that left the other. He moved his other hand lower, using a finger to push past the fluttering ring in front of him. Jim dropped his gaze as he pushed his finger inside, watching as it disappeared inside of Spock's body. The fierce pleasure he felt, the hot wave of lust that rolled through him was made even better when he heard Spock's gasp. Pumping his finger in and out gently, Jim moved back and down to lick around the tight ring fluttering around his finger. Jim groaned at the taste of his mate...my mate! The thought hit Jim hard, the desire to claim Spock, make him his, washed over him. Adding another finger, he watched as Spock's hips seemed to move on their own. "That's it baby, enjoy it, God you look so fucking gorgeous." Jim panted as he leaned forward, taking Spock down in one smooth motion. He didn't back off from the thrusting hips nor did he stop moving his fingers in and out of Spock's hole.
A-Ashayam, I can not...
Yes you can, you can because I can and it's hell but worth it in the end.
Please, Jim...
Be patient, we're almost there...
Jim moved his head up and down a few more times then released Spock with a loud pop. Grinning at the way he thrust his hips up, seeking his mouth. Moving back down, Jim laved Spock's hole with his tongue, moving it counter to his fingers. He twisted and stretched the tight flesh, pressing deeper and deeper. Searching for the tight bundle of nerves...until he brushed up against them. He wouldn't have known for sure until Spock's entire body went taught and he let out a long, loud moan. The sound enough to break Jim's control. Leaning forward and tasting Spock one more time, Jim reached for the lube and flipped the top open. "I'll go as slow as I can, Spock. If I hurt you I need you to tell me immediately." Jim groaned, he could feel Spock's muscles clenching around his fingers and the need to replace them with something else became stronger. Gently pulling his fingers free, he soothed Spock as he writhed on the bed. "Calm down honey, I promise I'll take good care of you."
Spock panted as he tried to control his response. He looked at Jim through a haze of need, watching as he poured some lube on his hand the used it to slick himself. Hips moving of their own will, Spock could feel Jim's excitement and apprehension across their bond. "You will not hurt me, Jim."
Jim let out a soft huff of laughter. "I'm sure but still have to take precautions." Jim moved around between Spock's legs, hold the pale, muscled limbs up and putting them over his shoulders. Reaching forward, he bushed a finger over Spock's hole, leaning up to kiss him as he made sure he was still loose and ready. Lining himself up, Jim pressed forward slowly, eyes drifting closed at the feel of the hot body beginning to surround him. Jim let his head drop forward, aware of the sweat beginning to bead on his skin. Pushing forward, Jim groaned as Spock shifted and he slid effortlessly deeper. It wasn't until he was fully in Spock did he dare to breath again. "Jesus, fuck, Spock, I-I don't know..." Jim broke off with a harsh gasp as images floated through his mind. "H-how are you doing that?" Jim pulled back slowly, then thrust forward, taking a deep breath as he tried to make things last.
Spock shifted, the pressure of Jim inside of him was different and new but not unpleasant. He moved his hands over Jim's back, shivering at the feel of him in a place that no other has been. "Ashayam, please..." Spock didn't want to sound so needy...so desperate but Jim wasn't moving fast enough and Spock was already so close to the edge.
"Don't rush me, like you tell me, patience is a virtue." Jim huffed out softly, even while his hips thrust harder, moving faster. It felt like heaven, the pleasure of knowing he was the first in this with Spock. It felt like hell because he was so close to losing it that he didn't want to leave Spock behind.
"Patience, Ashayam, is not what I wish right now." Spock panted as he pulled Jim down towards him. He reached up and pressed his fingers to Jim's psi points, sighing in relief as he felt Jim's need matching his own. "I beg of thee, Ashayam..."
Jim couldn't help picking up speed, his hips snapping forward and back as he raced with Spock to the edge and beyond.
You cheated...
I merely showed you what I wanted...
I know what you want but you still cheated...
I will make it up to you, Ashayam...
You already are...
Jim groaned as he felt the familiar clench in his stomach, his hips moving in short, erratic bursts. When Spock arched up beneath him with a soft cry of pleasure, Jim gave up trying to hold onto his control and let go. He leaned forward and gave Spock a sloppy kiss, he thrust harder, pressing deeper, moaning as Spock's hole started clenching around him. Reaching between them, Jim wrapped a hand around the jade, flushed cock and stroked. He moved his hand up then down, pulling in long, tight strokes. When Spock's entire body seized in pleasure, Jim let out a silent prayer of thanks. Spock bucked beneath him, crying out as he came over Jim's hand and both of their stomachs. Jim groaned at the sight, grinning down into the flushed face of his mate. Letting go of Spock, Jim planted both hands beside the dark head on the pillow and gave in to his body's need for release. Arching back and calling Spock's name, after a few hard thrusts, Jim gave everything he had to Spock, just as Spock gave everything to Jim.
Shaking as he leaned down, Jim pressed a soft kiss against Spock's lips. Smiling as he leaned up as well, increasing the pressure between them. "A-are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I?" Jim whispered. His blue gaze searched Spock's face, moving down, looking for any signs that he'd been hurt or was uncomfortable.
Spock felt his answer rumble through his chest, smiling up at the man above him. "No, Ashayam, you did not hurt me." Spock ran a hand down Jim's chest, enjoying the feel of his heart as it worked to slow down. He shifted his hips and groaned as he felt Jim still inside of him, rapidly softening. "I find that I am not at all adverse to this positioning as well." He watched as Jim grinned down at him, unable to resist the smile. Reaching up, Spock let out a soft groan as Jim slid free of his body. He couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine as he pulled Jim closer, enjoying the feel of the warm, tan body pressed against his. "Ashalik (darling), ashaya-tu (love you)." Spock's eye lids felt heavy as he listened to Jim's soft sigh, felt as he shifted to press closer. Tightening his arm around his bondmate, Spock felt his body relaxing, giving itself over to the soft arms of slumber.
"Love you too, Spock." Jim mumbled against the pale chest. Rubbing his cheek against the light covering of hair, Jim hummed in contentment. Things hadn't lasted as long as he'd wanted but it had been better than he had expected. Spock wasn't hurting or irritated and he was exhausted but satisfied. Sliding an arm over Spock's waist, Jim snuggled closer, enjoying the soft rumbling sound that vibrated through Spock's chest. Pressing a kiss against his side, Jim moved to where he could hear Spock's heart, listening to the strong beat, enjoying the sound of his mate at rest. Sighing softly, Jim moved so he was laying half on half off of Spock, making sure this time if he woke up before him, he'd have no other option but to wake Jim up as well. Relaxing against the warm body next to him, Jim drifted off to sleep, the memory of Spock's gift giving him the best dreams he's had in a very long time.