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Spock gasped, head thrown back in pleasure, as Jim pushed himself further down his lok, swallowing him down, his tip breaching Jim's warm throat. Spock was shaking in his efforts not to thrust up, not to just put his fingers to his mates face and simply…
Jim moaned around him. The vibrations had him mindlessly fist his hands into the sheets, almost ripping them in the process.
Slowly Jim raised himself up, then down again, the head of his lok breaching his throat at every pass, sending sparks of fire up Spock's spine. Two fingers slipped inside him once again, rubbing torturously against his prostate, each rub, in synch with his mouth. Spock's feet kicked against the sheets in a suppressed effort to find purchase. He was utterly desperate to find his release!
"Please," he gasped. "Please, Jim, more, let me…" He cried out when Jim pulled back, replacing his tongue with his free hand.
"You close, babe?" Jim's voice was hoarse, sounding like pure sin.
"Yes! Yes, I am, please, more!"
"Fuck yes, babe!"
But before Spock could feel relief washing over him - Jim would finally let him meld, let him come - Jim had grasped his hips and turned him onto his stomach. "Wha-" He hadn't even finished the question, when Jim thrust back into him, for the second time that night, nailing his prostate with impossible precision. He could only pant at the overstimulation, desperately trying to get his knees underneath him, so that his poor, sensitive lok stopped rubbing against the rough sheets. Noticing his struggle, Jim yanked him up by his hips without slowing down with his thrusts, leaving him in a slumped frog pose. For a human, Jim was incredibly strong!
His mate moaned behind him. "Stars, you are so perfect, Spock!" He panted in between thrusts. "You are so good for me, aren't you! Going to make me come again before you finish!"
Spock whimpered at the words. Yes, he would. He could not meld with his mate in this position, so obviously Jim intended to torture him a little more this evening.
***
Jim was ecstatic. After months of gentle courting, of shared meals, small pecks and Vulcan kisses exchanged over chess games and in empty turbolifts, they had finally moved on to more. And now…!
He knew when Spock entered his quarters, fresh out of the shower in his sleeping robes, a folded uniform in his hands that he lay on top of Jim's dresser, and raised his hand for a kiss.
So when Spock leaned down for a rare human kiss and moved his hands to Jim's hips, his heart jumped from excitement. Spock hadn't protested when Jim began steering them towards the bed, had only reached for Jim, pulling him on top of him once they lay there, running his elegant hands down Jim's body. "You have familiarized yourself with… Vulcan physiology and sexuality?"
Jim nodded with a grin. "Of course I have, baby!" Bones had almost fainted when he gave his reason as to why he needed the classified specs on the Vulcan reproductive system. For days he had studied them religiously, wanting their first time to be perfect! Spock had told him of his first and only sexual experience, vaginal intercourse with T'Pring, when they were teenagers, and he couldn't wait to introduce Spock to the pleasures of anal and oral sex.
And so he did, teasing out Spock's sheathed lok with his tongue, opening him up with his fingers, and finally driving into him, building a slow and steady rhythm while palming Spock's lok in his hand. Spock had gotten into it almost immediately, panting and moaning quietly underneath him. He sped up his hand, bent down to kiss and nibble at Spock's chest, feeling the rumble of the moans against his lips. After ten minutes Spock began to writhe, after twenty he moaned loudly, with no shame left in his voice, after thirty he began to plead in murmurs and whispers, asking please, and more…
"Are you close?" Jim asked, unable to hold back much longer.
"Yes," came the answer immediately and desperately "Yes, please!"
Jim's thrusts sped up, his thumb drawing circles over the head of Spock's lok in between strokes. The writhing and gasping became more desperate. "Ah, ah, ah, please, Jim, please, so close!" But… nothing happened.
After much more of this Jim finally gave up, his hand was cramping and he just couldn't last any longer… Spock thrashed violently when Jim came, burying his fingernails in his back, desperately rutting up against him. "Jim! P-Please!"
For a second Jim thought that maybe he had held back deliberately because he wanted a turn on Jim's ass, but no. When he caught Spock's wide desperate eyes, shyness and trepidation shimmering in them, he quickly ran a calming hand down Spock's flank and dove down to swallow Spock whole.
***
Spock moaned deliciously with each brutal thrust. Jim's thumbs had found his chenesi inches to the left and right of his spine and rubbed them in a circular motion. After almost ten minutes of their second round Jim had stuffed one of Spock's soft satin pillows under his hips. The smooth fabric glided teasingly across the underside of his lok. Gently, teasingly, torturously.
"Please, please, please, please…" The never ending litany of his pleads were muffled by the mattress in his face. He was shaking in pent up frustration, overstimulation, insecurity. His stomach flattered from pleasure and anxiety and everything mixed into an odd emotional pool of utter vulnerability. Why wouldn't Jim let him have him?
Spock arched his back and reared up in reflex when once Jim found his prostate and rubbed his chenesi in perfect synchronization. "Please!" He cried out.
Jim pulled out very suddenly and turned him on his back. "Shh, Spock!" He thrust back in. "Don't worry, babe, I'll get you there! Trust me!" He started up again.
In this position, Spock's hands were free again and he desperately reached for his lok that was bouncing up and down on his stomach with each thrust and began to squeeze his fist around it, rubbing his thumb in circles around the slit. He knew it was hopeless without the helping touch of Jim's mind, but what else could he do? He was desperate, his thoughts utterly illogical.
"Is this okay, Spock? Tell me, what do you need?"
He cried out again when Jim's fingers began rubbing his chenesi once more. "Please, let me have your thoughts, Jim, please, I need it!" Unshed tears of frustration and pleasure glittered in his eyes. He frantically reached out, caressing his lovers cheek, feeling the meld points under his fingertips and still waiting… waiting for permission.
Jim's eyes were dark with lust. "You want my thoughts, babe?" Spock nodded in desperation. "Shit, Spock!" Jim's thrusts wavered for just a second. "How are you even so sexy! You are so fucking beautiful like this, I would have never thought that you'd be so responsive! The way you moan around my cock, shit, I could listen to this forever! Feel the way you writhe around me, fuck, Spock! I wish I could do this all fucking day!"
Spock gasped in suppressed sobs at Jim's words. He could impossibly last any longer! Why was Jim doing this? Why was he torturing him like this? He needed him. Now!
"Just a little more, Spock, I promise!" Jim panted and plucked his hand of his face. Before Spock could protest, Jim fed his index and middle finger into in mouth and sucked.
Spock screamed.
He reared up, clawing at Jim's back with his free hand, pulling him closer with his legs, rutting up against him in hopeless desperation. His lok burned with painful pleasure, his prostate felt like a bundle of pleasurable fire, his chenesi throbbed in his denied pleasure, too much, too much, too much…
And then he felt Jim release again, moaning and suckling around his fingers, spasming inside of him. He felt Jim softening and slipping out, felt him release his shaking fingers, dive down and once again taking his lok into his mouth, moaning around it, his fingers searching for his entrance, and Spock broke.
"No!" He wailed. "No more, please! Why won't you let me have you?" Tears of frustration, overstimulation and anger burned on his cheeks. He sobbed and gasped his nose suddenly clogged by the tears. "If you don't want me to finish stop torturing me like this!"
***
Any possible annoyance and weariness at Spock's apparent inability to come, disappeared immediately once he realized that, yes, Spock was crying. Actually crying!
He let go of Spock's lok right away and climbed up to the headboard. "Spock? I don't understand! What's wrong?" He gently lay his hands on Spock's chest and neck, neutral territory. To his relief Spock leaned into his touch, even as he shakily wiped tears from his face.
"Why won't you let me have you? Why won't you let me come? You promised…" His voice sounded so small.
"But you have me! Why don't you just come? What am I doing wrong?"
"I need your thoughts!" Spock's shaking worsened again. "I need you, I can't complete on my own!"
Jim shook his head incredulously. "But I gave you my thoughts! I tried so hard to tell you how much I appreciate you like this, but it almost made me come and I had to stop and fight for a couple more minutes! I tried to make it better with your fingers. You always tell me how sensitive they are, I thought it'd be a good idea! And it's not like I just rolled over once I was done, I want you to finish too! What do you need?"
Spock stared for multiple seconds. Understanding began to bloom in the green stained, teary eyes. "I need your thoughts, I need your mind, I need to feel you!" He whispered, chin wobbling once he was done talking.
Jim froze. "Telepathy?" He asked faintly. "You need to touch my mind to… oh god!" He looked down at Spock's straining lok, that still twitched against his stomach and then up to Spock's anxious face again. With a start he scrambled back in between Spock's legs and looked up, trying to put all his love and affection into his gaze and his words. "Of course, babe! Everything! Can you comfortably reach my meld points while I blow you?" Spock's eyes widened in an almost comical fashion and he nodded frantically.
***
Jim ducked down and took him in again, but this time Spock could feel the positive anticipation burning in his bones! He reached out, searched for Jim's meld points and once he found them he dove right in. My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts! Jim's fingers wormed around his back and dug into his chenesi again, making them light up in burning pleasure. "Come, ashaya, you can let go now!" Jim's mind whispered. He suckled his glands, his nose breathed harsh, hot breaths over his pelvis, and he pushed all his devotion and love through the bridge between their minds.
Spock's mind whitened out. It was as if two electrified wires made contact, connecting his brain and his groin, creating a white hot explosion, shortening out all of his nerves and frying his neurons. All control over his voice and his body was lost, he groaned, screamed, trembled and shook as hours of overstimulation bled into burning pleasure. He was on fire, he was drowning, and he loved every single millisecond of it!
It felt like an eternity but slowly he began to come down from his high. His trembling muscles started to relax, his moans, transitioned into breathless gasps. Exhaustion crashed over him all of a sudden and he lay boneless and panting. The room was dark around him until he realized that he had closed his eyes at some point. Barely managing to open them just a fraction he found Jim sitting down next to him, a damp towel in his hands.
Spock must have passed out for at least multiple minutes. He purred contently as Jim wiped him down, ridding him from their spent.
"I'm sorry, Spock." Jim said softly. "I didn't know, that that's what you needed!"
Spock sighed. "I asked you weeks ago to read about Vulcan physiology and sexuality. Today you affirmed you did." A question hung in the air, even though he hadn't asked one.
"I asked Bones for the bio documents on Vulcan reproduction, which said nothing about telepathy. I didn't think… It just didn't come to mind, that it played such a central role…" He chuckled awkwardly. "It sounds silly now that I say it out loud."
Understanding began to warm Spock's heart further. He lay a hand on Jim's bare thigh and felt the guilt and the anxiety from his mate. "A misunderstanding, then," he said quietly and pushed some reassurance at his lover.
It earned him a weak smile. "Yeah… I'm still sorry. This isn't how I imagined our first time to be."
Spock offered his fingers for a kiss. "It is my fault as well, ashaya. I am still not entirely comfortable discussing such things. Had I explained things myself, you needn't have asked for insufficient documents. It is clear we still have a lot to practice in our communication."
Jim accepted Spock's kiss and his smile relaxed a little, but there was still a shadow over his eyes. "Yes, but I should have also checked in with you more. I should have noticed that you were trying to tell me something I didn't understand. But you're right, we need to work on communicating!" He gently pulled the blankets up and over them, and drew Spock close. The Vulcan practically melted into the embrace. "Do you need something now, before we go to sleep? Water? A snack? Cuddles?" Spock gripped him closer and kissed his neck.
Jim chuckled, but Spock still felt some tension. "All is well now, ashaya. It will not happen again."
And even though there was no question implied this time, Jim answered quietly but firmly. "Never!"