Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Enjoy!
Jim sprawled naked on his bed, smile confident and almost lazy. The door opened and Spock entered. His eyebrows rose. "Feeling needy today, Jim?" he asked. The blonde nodded. "All fours," he ordered.
"Come here first," he retorted, sliding to the end of the bed. Spock closed the distance between them and Jim leant up, kissing the Vulcan heatedly, moaning when the brunet took control.
Spock pulled back lips curved upward. "Satisfied?"
"Wrong choice of word," he replied cockily. "If you mean, did you provide me with what I wanted in order to comply, then the answer is yes," he finished with a grin as he shifted backward. He ensured the Vulcan's eyes were locked upon him, then he turned so he was on all fours, his ass facing the brunet.
"So rebellious, even when I am here to provide you with what you want," he remarked as he undressed, the blonde's breath speeding at the rustle of cloth. Spock spread Jim's cheeks, placed his thumbs on either side of the blonde's rim and pulled. Jim moaned as his hole spread with ease. "I love seeing your hole stretched like this," Spock purred, eyes focussed intently. "The view is only better when my seed is spilling from it."
Jim shivered and let out a whine. "Please Spock," he panted.
"Forgive me," he murmured, releasing his grip to stroke the blonde's hips soothingly. "I became distracted."
"I'll take that as a compliment," he murmured, shifting toward the brunet invitingly. Spock placed the tip of his cock against Jim's hole, causing the blonde to moan. "I love your cock," he panted.
The Vulcan chuckled and shifted until the first head breached Jim, causing him to let loose another moan. Another shift and the second head breached. A wrecked moan from Jim. Spock let out a wicked chuckle. "I realised in our first liaison, Jim, how much of a xenophile you are," he stated and buried the remainder of his cock deep in a single thrust. Jim cried out, suddenly glad that the closest quarters belonged to Spock. "You do not wish the crew to know what a cock slut you are?" he purred before he began a hard, fast pace.
"They ah!" he cut off with a cry, gripping the sheets at the pleasure coursing through his body.
"Yes?"
"Mean," he panted. Spock paused his thrusts. "Don't stop!"
"Then answer me," he commanded.
"They already know – hnn – how much of a C-Casanova – oh God, there – I am," he panted. "Would it matter if they knew that too?" he forced out. Spock rolled his hips, caressing Jim's prostate, in reward. "Oh God," he panted, "sometimes I think you're trying to kill me."
Another wicked chuckle from the Vulcan as he shifted just right to send Jim over the edge. He bracketed the blonde's body with his own, his mouth by the human's ear. "But then I would not have you to play with," he purred.
Jim shivered. "I don't know what's hotter," he panted, already hardening again. "You talking like that, or when you give me so much skin contact."
"Because you know what it means to a Vulcan," Spock drawled, trailing two fingers down the blonde's torso, causing him to shiver again. "That I can feel the need that fills your body, see the images that fill you mind," he breathed temptingly. "And I satisfy both."
"Spock," he whined, shifting his hips against the brunet's needily.
"I have you, t'hy'la," he soothed, wrapping his hand around the blonde's shaft. "And we have all night to satisfy your desires," he promised.
"We do?" he asked breathily.
"I arranged for us to have the later shift tomorrow," he remarked as he began to stroke.
"I hate when you do that," he groaned, unable to prevent himself from thrusting into the brunet's touch.
"Hmm?"
"Speak so dispassionately…when we're…like this," he panted. "If you weren't hard inside me…I'd think you weren't interested."
Spock released Jim's shaft, sparking a protesting whine from the blonde. "Allow me to show you how interested I am, t'hy'la," he purred. Jim barely had time to register the brunet's words before the Vulcan melded their minds.
Jim came, only dimly aware of the Vulcan spilling seed inside him as he followed seconds later, so lost was he in the mind meld. Spock gently ended the connection. "So sensitive," he purred, nuzzling his human's cheek.
"I love it when you think like that," he breathed.
"Hmm?" he hummed absently as he helped Jim onto his knees, cradling the blonde close, Jim's back against his chest.
"Mm," he hummed, cuddling close. "The only time I get thoughts from you outside of the mind meld, they're possessive," he answered, voice as languid as his body. "I love knowing you think of me as yours, Spock."
The Vulcan stroked his hair gently. "You are a wonder, Jim, and I will consider you mine, for as long as you let me."
"Well," he sighed. "You're ruined me for other men, so I'm not likely to change my stance on that."
Spock chuckled, and kissed the top of Jim's sweat-dampened hair. "I will never get tired of you, t'hy'la. My xenophile cock slut," he purred, feeling Jim's lust surge.
The blonde let out a shaky breath. "You better not be kidding about that all-nighter," he breathed and shifted so he could offer his mouth in a kiss the Vulcan gladly returned, claiming his human's mouth as thoroughly as he planned to claim his body.