Black Silk
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imasupermuteantTitle: Silken
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Pairing: Kock (Kirk/Spock)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pretty much just porn.
Written forcum_shots for the "black silk" prompt. More "Silk" Than "Black" but there you go.
Jim Kirk could remember telling Spock about his silk thing at some point. He may have been drunk. Ok, he was most definitely drunk. But he had told Spock, mostly by whispering in the Vulcan's ear with his sexiest "Captain Sexypants" (and Bones would never let him live that nickname down) voice. He could remember letting his tongue flick against the sensitive tips as he told his deepest fantasies about silk sheets, silk ropes, and a silken body against his.
He knew his fantasy would never come true the moment Spock turned to him and said, "I was under the impression that we were engaging in a monogamous relationship, Jim. Therefore I cannot fathom how you would engage in any type of sexual intercourse with an adequately 'silken' being without endangering our liaison beyond repair."
"I was talking about you Spock." Jim had said in drunken defeat.
"I fail to see how I am in any way 'silken', Captain, as I, like many life forms, am composed mostly of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen in a formation which is entirely dissimilar to that of the earth textile known as 'silk'."
At that point, Jim gave up on his silk-sheet, silk-rope dreams.
It was because of this precise memory that Jim was completely surprised to wake (just a few hours before alpha-shift, as normal) to find himself entirely bound and blindfolded in the softest, coolest material he could have dreamed up.
"Spock?" He demanded, hoping beyond hope that his lover had decided to do something kinky and he wasn't stranded on some horrible Planet Bondage And Disappointment.
"I am here." He heard Spock respond. Jim gave the ropes some cursory tugs but found himself almost entirely immobilized. The bastard must have neck-pinched him to keep him asleep. Jim felt a great welling of pride.
Jim could feel that his hands were bound behind him, connected to ropes which had been strung around his torso, and his legs had been forced into a semi-crouching position before snugly tied with rope.
"Say the word at any time and I will release you." Spock informed him. Jim could hear his lover moving about the room, and felt a surge of arousal at the though that Spock might be preparing even more surprises.
"I am going to pleasure you as I see fit, captain." Spock said in his calmest Vulcan voice, Jim suppressed a shudder, "But you must not achieve orgasm until I have given the express order."
Ordering me about, now, are we? Jim thought dryly to himself. Nevertheless he couldn't deny the obvious effect Spock's commanding demeanor was having on him. While Jim would never call himself a sub, he occasionally found being on the receiving side of these sorts of games to be relaxing and arousing as hell.
Jim was also a hedonist, through and through, and the feel of the soft fabrics, from the ropes which bound him to the sleek bedsheets he could feel beneath him, was the exact sort of thing to send all his blood coursing to his cock.
"I will not be punishing you physically in any way," Spock continued, "But you are to remain bound until the time of my choosing, is this understood?"
"Crystal clear, Mr. Spock." Jim gasped.
"Very well." with that, Spock began to lightly run his fingers over Jim's face, starting first with the tips of his ears and then moving lightly over his temples, and down to his lips.
Jim had learned early on in his relationship with Spock that Vulcan fingertips were infinitely more sensitive that those of humans. He had spent much time seeing Spock become thoroughly aroused at the slightest touch of their hands, or using this obvious erogenous zone to his advantage.
Having a Vulcan caress one's face with their fingers, Jim surmised, was a lot like having a human do the same thing with his cock.
Jim found this endlessly sexy.
"Uhn." Jim groaned as Spock gently stroked his lips before allowing a single finger to pass between them. He didn't suck on them, knowing that Spock's Vulcan sensitivity would mean that such an action would bring their evening to quick end, but he did allow his tongue to lightly brush the tip of Spock's finger, teasing.
As Jim lavished attention on Spock's finger, the Vulcan reached down to grab a hold of his erection. However, instead of the skin-to-skin contact Jim had been expectin Spock's hand was muffled by a slippery piece of fabric which he wrapped around Jim's dick, sliding it along his lover's erection so slowly and firmly that Jim could feel the very thread-count of the fabric.
"Fuck!" Jim cried out, nipping lightly at Spock's finger as the silky fabric slid around his cock, damp with pre-come.
Spock was silent, focused on his task with all the attention he paid to checking data in the astrometrics lab or navigating a foreign planet. His finger slowly entered Jim's mouth to the second knuckle before sliding out again. Rhythmically, he began to fuck Jim's mouth with first one, and then two fingers as he slid the fabric across Jim's erection.
The smooth cloth was possibly one of the best things Jim had ever had around his cock (not counting Spock, which would always be Jim's favorite) it was cool in some places, but hot where it had been in contact with his skin. He could feel the weave as it caught on his head, the cool spot where it would be forever stained with his come.
Spock's hands were becoming increasingly rough as he responded to Jim's moan's and his own growing arousal. He plunged his fingers deeper into Jim's mouth, groaning as if it were his cock that Jim was sucking on for all his worth.
"Spock!" Jim cried out, muffled around his lover's hand, unable to take the onslaught much longer.
"I think, captain." Spock said calmly, a certain tenseness in his voice betraying his deep arousal, "That you should achieve orgasm. Now."
With that command, he pressed both fingers deep into Jim's mouth and tightened his grip on the captains cock, giving it one more swift jerk before Jim felt release, soaking the fabric in his come.
Both men were panting for breath. Spock's increased respiration telling Jim that the other man was close to orgasm. Unable to move, Jim swirled his tongue around the sensitive pads of Spock's fingers before opening his throat and swallowing the full length of Spock's fingers. Giving them all the attention he would a blow-job, Jim continued his swallowing motion allowing his throat to tighten and contract around the Vulcan's fingers
until Spock emitted a pained moan and came, with no other stimulation.
Jim quickly found himself released from his bonds and laid to rest on the bed. He opened his eyes slowly to give a warm, satisfied look to his first officer, who had joined him on the bed for the traditional post-osgasmic cuddle.
"Silk?"
"Atually," Spock responded, "the rope is hemp, as my research indicates that that is both the safer and more comfortable choice for this sort of activity. The new bedsheets are Cardassian wool, similar in feel to silk but far more durable and easy to care for."
"And that," Jim gave a pointed look to the black rag (now completely ruined, it looked like) still held in Spock's hand.
"This?" Spock said, looking first his captain and lover and then back at the scrap of cloth, "This is silk."
"I like silk." Jim told him, "It's nice. Silky."
Spock gave him an eyebrow that clearly told him he was stating the obvious.
"I like you too," Jim told him, "You're nice. Silky."
There was the face. The 'I just want to sleep and you're being illogical' face. Jim loved that face.
"Captain... I fail to see how a being such as myself could possibly be labeled 'silky' as..."
"You're silky Spock." Jim told him, "Now shut up and go to sleep."
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Pairing: Kock (Kirk/Spock)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: pretty much just porn.
Written for
cum_shots for the "black silk" prompt. More "Silk" Than "Black" but there you go. Jim Kirk could remember telling Spock about his silk thing at some point. He may have been drunk. Ok, he was most definitely drunk. But he had told Spock, mostly by whispering in the Vulcan's ear with his sexiest "Captain Sexypants" (and Bones would never let him live that nickname down) voice. He could remember letting his tongue flick against the sensitive tips as he told his deepest fantasies about silk sheets, silk ropes, and a silken body against his.
He knew his fantasy would never come true the moment Spock turned to him and said, "I was under the impression that we were engaging in a monogamous relationship, Jim. Therefore I cannot fathom how you would engage in any type of sexual intercourse with an adequately 'silken' being without endangering our liaison beyond repair."
"I was talking about you Spock." Jim had said in drunken defeat.
"I fail to see how I am in any way 'silken', Captain, as I, like many life forms, am composed mostly of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen in a formation which is entirely dissimilar to that of the earth textile known as 'silk'."
At that point, Jim gave up on his silk-sheet, silk-rope dreams.
It was because of this precise memory that Jim was completely surprised to wake (just a few hours before alpha-shift, as normal) to find himself entirely bound and blindfolded in the softest, coolest material he could have dreamed up.
"Spock?" He demanded, hoping beyond hope that his lover had decided to do something kinky and he wasn't stranded on some horrible Planet Bondage And Disappointment.
"I am here." He heard Spock respond. Jim gave the ropes some cursory tugs but found himself almost entirely immobilized. The bastard must have neck-pinched him to keep him asleep. Jim felt a great welling of pride.
Jim could feel that his hands were bound behind him, connected to ropes which had been strung around his torso, and his legs had been forced into a semi-crouching position before snugly tied with rope.
"Say the word at any time and I will release you." Spock informed him. Jim could hear his lover moving about the room, and felt a surge of arousal at the though that Spock might be preparing even more surprises.
"I am going to pleasure you as I see fit, captain." Spock said in his calmest Vulcan voice, Jim suppressed a shudder, "But you must not achieve orgasm until I have given the express order."
Ordering me about, now, are we? Jim thought dryly to himself. Nevertheless he couldn't deny the obvious effect Spock's commanding demeanor was having on him. While Jim would never call himself a sub, he occasionally found being on the receiving side of these sorts of games to be relaxing and arousing as hell.
Jim was also a hedonist, through and through, and the feel of the soft fabrics, from the ropes which bound him to the sleek bedsheets he could feel beneath him, was the exact sort of thing to send all his blood coursing to his cock.
"I will not be punishing you physically in any way," Spock continued, "But you are to remain bound until the time of my choosing, is this understood?"
"Crystal clear, Mr. Spock." Jim gasped.
"Very well." with that, Spock began to lightly run his fingers over Jim's face, starting first with the tips of his ears and then moving lightly over his temples, and down to his lips.
Jim had learned early on in his relationship with Spock that Vulcan fingertips were infinitely more sensitive that those of humans. He had spent much time seeing Spock become thoroughly aroused at the slightest touch of their hands, or using this obvious erogenous zone to his advantage.
Having a Vulcan caress one's face with their fingers, Jim surmised, was a lot like having a human do the same thing with his cock.
Jim found this endlessly sexy.
"Uhn." Jim groaned as Spock gently stroked his lips before allowing a single finger to pass between them. He didn't suck on them, knowing that Spock's Vulcan sensitivity would mean that such an action would bring their evening to quick end, but he did allow his tongue to lightly brush the tip of Spock's finger, teasing.
As Jim lavished attention on Spock's finger, the Vulcan reached down to grab a hold of his erection. However, instead of the skin-to-skin contact Jim had been expectin Spock's hand was muffled by a slippery piece of fabric which he wrapped around Jim's dick, sliding it along his lover's erection so slowly and firmly that Jim could feel the very thread-count of the fabric.
"Fuck!" Jim cried out, nipping lightly at Spock's finger as the silky fabric slid around his cock, damp with pre-come.
Spock was silent, focused on his task with all the attention he paid to checking data in the astrometrics lab or navigating a foreign planet. His finger slowly entered Jim's mouth to the second knuckle before sliding out again. Rhythmically, he began to fuck Jim's mouth with first one, and then two fingers as he slid the fabric across Jim's erection.
The smooth cloth was possibly one of the best things Jim had ever had around his cock (not counting Spock, which would always be Jim's favorite) it was cool in some places, but hot where it had been in contact with his skin. He could feel the weave as it caught on his head, the cool spot where it would be forever stained with his come.
Spock's hands were becoming increasingly rough as he responded to Jim's moan's and his own growing arousal. He plunged his fingers deeper into Jim's mouth, groaning as if it were his cock that Jim was sucking on for all his worth.
"Spock!" Jim cried out, muffled around his lover's hand, unable to take the onslaught much longer.
"I think, captain." Spock said calmly, a certain tenseness in his voice betraying his deep arousal, "That you should achieve orgasm. Now."
With that command, he pressed both fingers deep into Jim's mouth and tightened his grip on the captains cock, giving it one more swift jerk before Jim felt release, soaking the fabric in his come.
Both men were panting for breath. Spock's increased respiration telling Jim that the other man was close to orgasm. Unable to move, Jim swirled his tongue around the sensitive pads of Spock's fingers before opening his throat and swallowing the full length of Spock's fingers. Giving them all the attention he would a blow-job, Jim continued his swallowing motion allowing his throat to tighten and contract around the Vulcan's fingers
until Spock emitted a pained moan and came, with no other stimulation.
Jim quickly found himself released from his bonds and laid to rest on the bed. He opened his eyes slowly to give a warm, satisfied look to his first officer, who had joined him on the bed for the traditional post-osgasmic cuddle.
"Silk?"
"Atually," Spock responded, "the rope is hemp, as my research indicates that that is both the safer and more comfortable choice for this sort of activity. The new bedsheets are Cardassian wool, similar in feel to silk but far more durable and easy to care for."
"And that," Jim gave a pointed look to the black rag (now completely ruined, it looked like) still held in Spock's hand.
"This?" Spock said, looking first his captain and lover and then back at the scrap of cloth, "This is silk."
"I like silk." Jim told him, "It's nice. Silky."
Spock gave him an eyebrow that clearly told him he was stating the obvious.
"I like you too," Jim told him, "You're nice. Silky."
There was the face. The 'I just want to sleep and you're being illogical' face. Jim loved that face.
"Captain... I fail to see how a being such as myself could possibly be labeled 'silky' as..."
"You're silky Spock." Jim told him, "Now shut up and go to sleep."
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on 2010-01-03 03:28 pm (UTC)1. Captain Sexypants
2. Planet Bondage And Disappointment
3. The bastard must have neck-pinched him to keep him asleep. Jim felt a great welling of pride.
And then I was done laughing. Hotness. Guh. Num. ^%$(&
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on 2010-01-03 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-01-06 07:28 am (UTC)