“Beautiful,” Spock whispered, before attending to his own clothing. Jim barely got an eyeful before Spock lay across him, kissing him, stroking him, fingers going everywhere, driving Jim insane.

Jim had heard rumors, vague and distant, about Vulcan penises. Double ridges, self-lubricating, bigger than humans, testicles in different places, capable of giving multiple orgasms, all kinds of things. He was eager to learn which, if any, were true.

Maybe all of them. Jim hoped so.

A long time later, drenched in sweat and large amounts of cum, Jim lay curled on his side, Spock spooned around him. His body, his limbs, were achy and sore. Pleasantly so.