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Spock looked ethereal in his formal Vulcan robes. It was hard for Jim to keep himself from staring as his first officer made his way across the large ballroom they were in, speaking in soft tones to the diplomats they were trying to win over for their mission. Normally these things would’ve been done in a meeting room, but it seemed their arrival had coincided perfectly with the planet’s annual ball, and so both he and Spock were dressed to the nines in the finest garb they could get their hands on in such short notice. And while Jim was given a simple black suit fitting for his species on Earth, Spock had been fitted with a traditional Vulcan robe.
Though Jim wondered just how traditional it was, considering he’d never seen a Vulcan robe that shimmered so beautifully in the light, or that was tailored so perfectly to every curve of Spock’s body. He was torn between thanking their contact and punching them, because Spock’s appearance was drawing more attention than professionally necessary.
Jim felt himself twitch a little in jealousy as a diplomat sidled up to Spock, placing a hand just above his lower back as they spoke to him, and though Spock made no move to pull away, Jim could see how his lover did not appreciate the contact.
It wasn’t until a few hours had passed that Jim felt his patience thin to an unbearable degree. He’d tried to stay near Spock during the ball, but as he had to deal with the mission at hand, couldn’t do as much as he so dearly wanted. Over the course of the night, several diplomats had become more handsy with Spock than necessary, and though Spock had been able to smoothly extract himself from all of the interactions with a flawless professional air, Jim could still see his partner becoming stressed and overstimulated from it all.
Honestly, the nerve of these diplomats - they were familiar enough with Vulcans to know that physical touch wasn’t something to just do .
Finally, though, the night seemed to be coming to an end, and Jim wasted absolutely no time in ushering Spock and himself back to the Enterprise. At the very least, the diplomats seemed very pleased with their attendance and Jim prayed that by morning they’d have this mission over and done with.
The two of them made their way back to their quarters in comfortable silence, and once in the safety of their bedroom Spock let out a weary sigh, almost deflating before Jim’s eyes.
Giving a sympathetic smile, Jim approached Spock, nudging him a little through their bond to check if his lover was alright to be touched. Rather than respond, Spock simply walked into Jim’s arms, nuzzling against his shoulder. Jim wrapped his arms around Spock in a gentle embrace, kissing his cheek.
“Tough night. I’m sorry I couldn’t get those guys away from you.” Jim said and Spock shook his head minutely, pulling away to look at Jim with a soft gaze.
“There is no reason to apologise, Jim. I had expected some of their reactions, due to the physical nature of their species, but I hadn’t realised the extent of it.”
Jim’s lips quirked a little. “Well, you also look absolutely gorgeous, so I think that can account for some of their… less professional behaviour.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little in confusion, though he didn’t respond. Jim laughed a little and leaned in to kiss Spock gently on the lips. His lover still struggled a bit to process any compliments that didn’t have to do with his intellect, and Jim had made it a point to let Spock know just how beautiful he was every chance he got.
The two continued to kiss, slowly deepening it until they were both panting softly. Pulling away, Jim looked at Spock.
“Is this too much?” He asked, still aware of the fact that his lover may still be too overstimulated for anything more for the night.
Spock shook his head gently. “I am… somewhat mentally overstimulated, however, your touch is… soothing to me.” he tried to explain, and Jim smiled.
“Oh, you always know just how to compliment me.” He joked lightly, pulling Spock into another kiss as they disrobed for the night, crawling into bed naked.
Spock moaned softly as Jim nipped at his neck, his hands slowly moving down his body to pinch gently at sensitive nipples, making him arch his back a little. Jim smirked, moving up again to capture Spock’s lips in a heated kiss, biting his lip as he pulled away.
“Stars, you’re so beautiful.” Jim whispered reverently and Spock averted his eyes shyly, blushing cutely.
Their love-making that night was slow and gentle, with Jim taking extra care to not hurt his lover’s delicate senses in his vulnerable state. Spock was extra receptive to his touches that night, and whimpered softly whenever Jim touched or kissed a particularly good spot, the noise sending jolts of arousal through him, and soon he was slicking himself up and pressing into his lover slowly, moaning at the pressure.
Jim picked up a gentle pace, enjoying the feeling of Spock in his arms, kissing him everywhere he could manage while Spock moaned heatedly, wrapping long legs around his waist and meeting him thrust for thrust, his cock leaking between their bodies. Eventually, Jim felt himself start to approach orgasm and picked up his pace a bit, reaching between them to gently stroke Spock off, focusing his ministrations on the delicate tip of his erection and grinning when Spock let out a loud whine, bucking his hips in arousal.
They climaxed together, with Jim holding Spock close against him as he rode out his aftershocks, stroking Spock through his own orgasm and relishing in the breathy moans he got in return. The two continued to move against each other as much as they could before Spock began to whimper a little in overstimulation, squirming in Jim’s grasp. Pulling out of his lover gently, Jim smiled down at Spock, who looked up at him with love in his eyes, panting softly.
Kissing Spock chastely, Jim hummed softly. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Nodding, Spock slowly untangled himself from Jim and the two headed to the bathroom, cleaning up perfunctorily before heading back to bed and curling up in each other’s arms.
Spock let out a relaxed sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and he snuggled against Jim’s solid chest.
Jim continued to watch Spock sleep for a little bit, glad that his lover finally seemed fully at ease from the day, and eventually felt himself drift off as well, lulled to sleep by Spock’s gentle breathing.