Hey guys! You know how much I get inspired by fanart, well, it happened again and I could not write the first half of this fic quick enough, and then life happened (as it does) and I only got to finish this the other day.

Today's Spirk fanfic is brought to you because of eldar_of_zemlya's incredible fanart (links below) which I am absolutely obsessed with, and have been inspired by before. Hence I thought I would gift this one to them in return 3 They deserve all the fics written for their art.

I know this is pon farr inspired art, and this is where my mind went to straight away as well, but I recently wrote a pon farr fic, and I'm not sure if I could've just left this as a one shot if I dove back into pon farr, so I ran with the second idea that cropped up in my head, I hope its just as satisfying to read regardless.
Let me know what you think, much love xox

Links:
SFW: tumblr DOT com /eldar-of-zemlya/729387415910940672/you-can-find-the-nsfw-version-of-this-art-here?source=share&ref=_tumblr
NSFW: archiveofourown DOT org/works/50310976

Ps. Vulcan translations at the end.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX


Jim whistled quietly to himself as he strolled through the corridors towards his and Spock's shared quarters. The Vulcan had been on shift in the science labs that day meaning that he'd finished up a little earlier than Jim, who had been on the bridge. Spock had requested that Jim meet him in their quarters after shift, though he hadn't specified why exactly, and gave nothing away in his appearance, even his usually expressive eyes had been guarded. Some kind of surprise then, Jim had figured, unconcerned by Spock's coyness.

"Good evening, Captain," an ensign nodded to him as they passed by.

"Good evening, Mr Daniels," Jim greeted in return, feeling relief at seeing that he was mere doors from his quarters.

He was keen to hole up with Spock in the quiet comfort of their bed until morning shift. Not to say that Jim didn't love being Captain, or interacting with his crew, but it had been a day of meeting after meeting, from mind numbing bureaucracy with the higher ups, to mediation with a couple of crew members that were having issues with one another. It was safe to say that Jim was at his limit for the day, even after that steamy daydream he definitely didn't slip into while watching the stars during a lull in activity.

At the door, Jim punched in his code and heard the familiar whoosh as it opened, allowing him to enter.

Without seeing Spock, just assuming that he was there considering the slightly heightened temperature of their room and the fact that he'd said he would be – his Vulcan was nothing if not punctual - Jim immediately started to speak.

"Hi, ashal-veh," he called out, taking his shoes and socks off and leaving them next to Spock's at the door – another sign that Spock was there - "sorry I'm later than expected, I got held up talking to-" Jim cut himself off as he rounded the corner to where the bed was and beheld what – or rather who – was on display there.

Spock, his straight-laced, stone faced, genius Vulcan, the object of his desires, the love of his life, was draped over a chair in front of their bed. He was half undressed, a gold and black gown falling off of his shoulders, exposing his naked torso, dusky nipples taut on either side of his dark chest hair. Firmly gripped in his right hand was his fully erect, green cock sticking out from where Spock's pants were unzipped, and dribbling pre-come down thin fingers as he leisurely pumped it.

"I burn for thee, James," Spock's voice was rough with need, his eyes, that were usually dark brown but were now almost black, stared at Jim with a heat that the Captain felt low in his stomach.

Jim's eyes bulged, and his mouth dropped open at the sight of his Vulcan spread out, offered to him in such a manner. His cock was immediately half hard in his Starfleet regulation pants, and the temperature had definitely increased in a few degrees since he'd stepped through the door.

A surprise indeed.

Closing his mouth and swallowing thickly, Jim put his eyes back in his head, and remembered that he knew how to speak, though maybe not coherently, "Holy-Spock-I…fuck."

Spock's thumb ran over the sensitive tip of his cockhead, his eyelids fluttered as he tilted his head back and let out a moan, "Please, ashayam, I need you inside me."

Jim grabbed the hem of his gold shirt and damn near ripped the fabric yanking it over his head while he strode the couple of metres to Spock. He gripped Spock's chin in his fingers and leant in, kissing his Vulcan hard, trying to communicate everything he was feeling in that moment through their lips.

Spock rose up from the chair as they continued to kiss, letting the gown fall to the floor behind him while he walked Jim back to their bed. When the backs of his knees hit the edge, Spock easily pushed Jim down to sit on the covers with a firm palm to the middle of his chest.

After pushing his pants the rest of the way down his legs, and stepping out of them, Spock dropped to his knees and started on the fastenings of Jim's trousers. Undoing them easily, Spock didn't hesitate before reaching in and exposing Jim's growing interest.

He didn't know what had gotten into Spock that day, but there was no way in hell Jim was going to complain, his Vulcan seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and he was taking no prisoners. It was a huge turn on.

"Oh, mmnn," Jim inhaled and exhaled in quick succession as a warm, wet heat covered half of his length, and begun to slide up and down with a suction that made his eyes roll back instantly.

He was rock hard, and groaning breathily in moments. His mind, that had been buzzing with overuse when he'd walked in the door was now empty, quiet – except for the internal babbling monologue of pleasure.

Fingers digging into the covers, Jim was about to warn Spock that he was rapidly – and embarrassingly – getting close, but the Vulcan knew his body and its reactions well by now. He pulled off with a wet pop, and a little choked noise followed from Jim's throat.

There was no time to recover, Spock was already pulling his lover's pants and underwear off of his muscular legs, letting them join Spock's on the floor.

Then Spock was on his feet, and Jim was once again pushed down, this time it was his back that hit the covers as he was made to lie down while Spock straddled him. Jim bit his lip, Spock was strikingly gorgeous poised above him naked like that.

"My god, Spock, I-you're…so beautiful, and extremely stimulating," Jim managed to get out, his hands skimming down Spock's ribs, wanting to be everywhere at once, "I love you."

There was a twitch at the corner of Spock's mouth before he leaned down, face barely an inch from Jim's. Jim felt something bottle shaped pressed into one of his hands, and Spock, very clearly, said, "Fuck me, James," after which he moulded his lips to Jim's in a lingering fiery kiss.

His nerves sizzled, blood boiled with the electricity and heat of those three words. Jim scrambled to get lube on his fingers and cock as quickly as he could once Spock had drawn back. Just as desperate to be inside Spock now as the Vulcan seemed to be, Jim caressed Spock's backside, teasing a slick finger against his puckered hole. He was met with almost no resistance however, his finger glided into Spock's hot body easily.

Jim raised both eyebrows at his love, and the Vulcan stared back at him coolly.

When the second finger joined the first one nearly as fast, Jim was sure of what Spock had done, "You naughty Vulcan, did you prepare yourself for me?"

Lips slightly parted, sharp cheekbones highlighted a deep green, Spock nodded, "I wished you to be inside me as expediently as possible."

Jim took the third finger a little slower, ensuring that his love would be stretched enough to take him, and as vigorously as Spock seemed to want to be taken.

"Jiiim," Spock encouraged – whined if you asked Jim, but 'Vulcans do not whine' according to someone.

"Alright, alright…" he let his fingers slip from Spock's hole, which earned him a groan, and immediately replaced it with the head of his cock pressing against the slick entrance, "is this-ah shit!"

Spock had dropped himself half way onto Jim's cock, and was still going, rolling his hips to take him in fully. Jim's hands flew to narrow hips, clutching at them desperate to find purchase on something as Spock's actions only became more vigorous.

"Ha, Jim, weht," Spock commanded.

It wasn't uncommon for Spock to switch between Vulcan and Standard during intense sex, but Jim was surprised that he was already that far gone. Although, he had prepared himself, and how long had he been sitting in that chair waiting for Jim and playing with himself?

Knees bending so that he could plant his feet, allowing Jim to thrust up sharply into the tight, wet heat above him, he made an effort to give Spock what he'd asked for; more. He always did his best to please his partner, not only in bed but in all aspects of their relationship.

"Ah!" Spock groaned deeply, green cock bobbing between them as he rode Jim into the bed.

The next moment Spock's palms were flat on Jim's shoulders, fingers curled into the tops, nails cutting into the skin as he lowered his body along Jim's. The kiss that followed was less of a kiss and more of an assault on Jim's mouth. Spock's tongue thrust into his mouth like it was his cock ploughing into Jim's ass, teeth bit hungrily at his lips, saliva built up at the corners of their mouths, but they ignored it, and just groaned into the ever changing space around their kisses.

"Mmmnn!" Jim bucked his hips wildly, feeling recklessly close as Spock sucked on his tongue and clenched down around him.

He tried to flip them over, desperate to grind himself into Spock's ass as hard and fast as he needed, but the Vulcan used his superior strength to keep Jim flat on his back. Heat flashed in Spock's eyes, and a growl vibrated in his throat as he fucked himself on Jim's cock, continuing to intermittently clench around him.

A shudder ran though Jim, he might be buried in the Vulcan's fine ass, but Spock was definitely running the show. However, Jim knew Spock's body just as well, and just because he wasn't allowed to move didn't mean that he was useless.

Jim turned his head to kiss and mouth at the fingers digging into his right shoulder, noting how the Vulcan's breathing changed, rapidly quickening. Using his tongue to curl around thin fingers, Jim managed to coax Spock's hand off of his shoulder in order for him to suck a couple of digits into his mouth. The tip of his tongue tracing around each nail, and flick over the pads before swallowing around them like he was taking Spock's cock down his throat.

"Ngkkk! Jim!"

The other hand that was on Jim begun clawing at his naked chest and collarbone, Spock's noises gaining decibels and frequency, his hot breath rustling Jim's hair, damp with the sweat that had gathered on his forehead. Meanwhile, Jim's spare hand was splayed across Spock's ass cheek, using every ounce of strength in his muscles to meet his lover's downward motion, with a thrust of his own.

Spock's mouth hung open, body flushed green, clearly forcing his eyes to stay open, training his gaze on the spit slicked fingers that Jim sucked with relish. Saliva dribbling down his chin, but Jim didn't stop, he could see that Spock's orgasm was fast approaching, as was his own.

Come for me, you gorgeous creature.

Whether it was Jim's projected thoughts of encouragement, the way his last thrust hit inside the Vulcan, or he'd simply been on the edge already, Jim felt Spock's release splatter on his stomach and chest. He saw dark eyes go wide, felt the lean, powerful body stutter on top of him, and clench down firmly around his cock, and heard the guttural cry of, "James!"

Witnessing Spock reach bliss distracted Jim for a moment, and so the currents of immense pleasure that suddenly spread through Jim's body as he reached his climax caught him by surprise. His loud, drawn out moan was muffled by the fingers still in his mouth, causing Spock to whine while he was filled with Jim's come.

The fingers fell from his mouth as his jaw went slack, and Spock rested his forehead against Jim's, eyes closed, making them breathe in each other's hot panting breaths as they both came down from cloud nine.

Time passed slowly, the smell of sex and sweat lingering in the air, the only sounds their slowing breaths and the hum of the ship's engines.

"Wow," Jim stated, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Based on the tone of your voice, and the intensity of your orgasm, I believe your statement to be a positive one, of which I second."

Ah, his logical minded Vulcan had returned, the horny one he'd met on arrival to their quarters must have been sated, for the time being at least.

Spock brushed his lips against Jim's still red ones, and then again when Jim hummed happily, before shifting to detach themselves at the hips. Jim laid back, tucking one hand under his head, expecting Spock to lay down next to him and cuddle for a few minutes before they would inevitably shower.

It was only when Jim felt a single digit touch his stomach, and a deep, but quiet, "T'nash-veh," that he tilted his head forward to see why his love wasn't snuggling him already. The answer was that Spock seemed to have collected some of his own spend off of Jim's body and was tasting it – maybe the horny Vulcan wasn't entirely sated after all – the sight made his spent cock give a valiant twitch.

Their eyes connected as Spock swallowed, and Jim forgot how to breathe for a moment. Idly he wondered if Spock would be up for round two later, or even in the morning before shift.

Finally the Vulcan cleared his throat and then laid down in the obvious space that Jim had made for him, drawing in close against him.

Jim smiled into thick, dark strands, and softly kissed his hair a couple of times before he confessed, "For the record, I am very much in favour of being greeted by such a display from you again in the future."

"Mmm, I had gathered as much based on your initial and subsequent reactions," Spock responded, tracing the tip of his finger over Jim's opposite collarbone. "I am pleased that my attempt at trying something different was so well received. I will endeavour to keep our sex life as interesting as possible."

Both of Jim's eyebrows raised, "Not that I have any objections to trying new things, but I don't think that our sex life is uninteresting, Spock, rather the opposite…do you feel differently?"

"Not at all. I simply overheard a discussion in the mess hall about the merits of maintaining a stimulating sex life with one's partner…"

"And you worried that you don't stimulate me enough?" Jim chuckled, "I've never had a more stimulating partner, ashayam. I hope that I have sufficiently assuaged your concerns, if not with this conversation then with the fantastic sex we just had."

The tips of Spock's ears had turned green again, "I-I believe you, Jim, I thank thee," he said, but there was a pregnant pause afterward, and Jim felt that there was something else on Spock's mind. He heard a deep inhale, and then Spock continued, "However…I believe that in honour of our agreement, I should remind you that this is the seventh year of my cycle, and the plak tow could be upon me any day…" he cleared his throat, "in fact, this-this may have been a warning that it is about to begin," he then admitted. "While I had planned to surprise you in that way, I was, that is, I became more distracted than I had initially intended to once I'd begun. I may very well have finished myself in that chair if you'd taken any longer to arrive."

Ah. All of the puzzle pieces clicked into place. Jim knew it was the seventh year, this wasn't the first time that Spock had brought it up, or Jim had forced a conversation about pon farr in the interest of being prepared and giving Spock as much piece of mind as possible.

He wrapped his arm tightly around Spock and threaded their fingers together, kissing his hair again. He was aware that the concern would never go away, but he would always try to ease it regardless.

"Thank you for telling me," he started gently, "tomorrow we will begin preparations, and then we will be ready for whenever you need, whether it's tomorrow night, or a week from now. There's nothing to be concerned about, t'nash-veh ashaya," Jim assured him, "I'll be here with you the entire time, I'm yours, I love you."

"I appreciate your words, and your confidence. I love you also, t'hy'la."

The usual tension from a pon farr related discussion had seeped into Spock, making him more rigid than a few minutes ago. Jim decided that he would kiss and rub the tension out in the shower, hopefully relax Spock enough to sleep. They were both going to need their rest before the plak tow took hold.

"Let's get clean, have some dinner, and come back to bed so that I can hold you properly," Jim suggested, loosening his limbs.

"Yes, an early night will do you good," Spock agreed, starting to pull away.

Jim held him back a moment to bestow a chaste, but meaningful kiss on Spock's lips, "It's going to be okay, I promise," he softly reassured his Vulcan.

Spock just nodded briefly in return, letting their noses rub together.

Jim believed it, he only hoped that one day Spock would too.


XOXOXOXOXOX

Vulcan translations from Vulcan Language Dictionary

Ashal-veh = darling

Ashayam = beloved

Ashaya = love

T'nash-veh = my/mine

Ha = yes

Weht = more

T'hy'la = friend, brother, lover (lifelong partner/soulmate)