Jim’s lips on his are warm…hot even…and Spock wants to drown in them. He’s been kissed dozens of time before, yet, illogically this feels like his first time.
First he framed Jim’s face, hands on his jaw, holding him to Spock, not that he was trying to remove himself. But it quickly ramped up his desire as Spock felt the tightness in his pajama pants due to his rising erection.
He slid his hands down from Jim’s face to his round buttocks, squeezing there.
“Spock,” Jim moaned.
Spock was well aware there flimsy cheaply bought sofa would be no match for intense sexual activity, so he with his hands still gripping Jim’s bottom, he rose from the couch and carried Jim toward Spock’s bedroom.
He soon had Jim on the bed, Spock atop him, hungrily kissing him, devouring those plump lips, hands eagerly smoothing over Jim’s still clothed body.
“Off,” Spock grunted against Jim’s lips.
Spock wasn’t even sure how they got all their clothes off, but as soon as they did, he was right back to kissing Jim, rubbing their erections together. It was too much really, as they were both on fire for each other.
Spock got a hand between them then, grasping both of their hard, straining cocks. He stroked them once, twice, three times. And that was enough. They both came, cum coating over Spock’s fingers and the bed.
Jim made a noise that sounded like “unnh” and Spock returned to kissing him.
Jim panted, turning over onto his back, naked body slicked with sweat. “How-how many times is that?”
“I did not count.”
“Fuck, you’re insatiable.”
“It would seem so.” Spock flopped onto his back beside Jim. He supposed at some point he should get up and get a wash cloth or something to wash them off. He didn’t feel like it now, though. After just pumping cum into Jim’s ass for the the…well as Spock said, he had not counted…he did not at all feel able to move.
“Next time it’s my turn,” Jim mumbled.
“You think so?”
“Uh-huh. My ass is too sore for more, mister.” But Jim was grinning. And looking so beautiful and debauched, really, Spock’s breath caught.
“Perhaps it is best to rest for a time,” Spock replied. “It is now morning and we have not yet had breakfast.”
“True and I’m starving.” Jim yawned. “Weren’t we supposed to have class like an hour ago?”
“Indeed. Apparently we have decided to shirk our responsibilities today.”
Jim laughed. “Okay, yeah, so I can totally see me doing that, in fact, well I have, but it’s a little bit surprising for you to.”
“You are a terrible influence.” Spock ran a hand over Jim’s stomach. “Jim, may I make an inquiry?”
“Yeah, of course. You can ask me anything.”
“One evening, a while back, I saw you with an Orion female—”
“Gaila,” Jim supplied.
“Yes. Are you…”
“Wait. Is that why you…” Jim sat up. “She was just…I don’t know. A diversion.”
Jim laughed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Spock, I’ve been crazy in love with you since you picked me up that night my bike broke down. Only, I don’t know, you didn’t seem even a little interested, and I…I just.”
“I had diversions, too,” Spock admitted.
Jim’s smile was gentle. “I know. What do you say we forget all that crap and just admit we want each other?”
“I am more than amenable to that.”
Jim once more flopped down on the bed, but he tugged Spock over him when doing so.
“What about breakfast?” Spock asked.
“Eh. Shut up and kiss me.”