And at that, something in Kirk unclenched, like a knot he hadn’t known was in his chest coming untied, or a weight he hadn’t known he was carrying suddenly lifted from his shoulders.
He reached up and took Spock’s face in both hands, and kissed him.
Spock all but melted into Kirk. He lifted himself up to return the kiss eagerly, if a little lacking in skill. Kirk buried his hands in soft black hair, and then rolled them over. Spock put up no resistance, allowing Kirk to flip him on to his back and settle between his legs.
As they kissed, Kirk could feel the bond in his head healing itself. Despite feeling awkward and mentally clumsy, he sought the warmth in his mind and tried to help it heal.
His efforts earned him a rush of joy through the bond from Spock, who suddenly flipped Kirk back over and kissed him urgently. Kirk grinned into the kiss, and then pushed Spock over onto his back again, enjoying the playfulness of rolling each other around on the bed.
You like the bond, don’t you?
Spock's mental presence sparked pleasantly at Kirk’s use of their psychic connection. Kirk nipped at Spock’s pointed ear tip, making Spock jolt. You love that I can feel our bond. You love it when I use it to talk to you. Admit it, you little telepath.
In response, Spock tugged at the waistband of Kirk’s sweats. Kirk helped Spock strip them off, leaving him naked.
I admit nothing. And your interrogation techniques are quite unethical, Jim. My ears are highly sensitive.
I’ll have to keep that in mind.
Spock quickly shed his own clothes, matching Kirk in nakedness, seeming to crave the sensation of bare skin against bare skin even more than Kirk.
Not just a telepath, but a touch telepath, Kirk reminded himself, wondering just how sensitive that made the many inches of Spock’s skin.
Very. But only to your touch.
Because you’re mine.
Spock shuddered and pressed closer. Yes.
He suddenly flipped Kirk over, onto his back, using just enough strength that Kirk’s stomach did a pleasant little flip. I desire you.
I’m yours for the taking. Kirk projected a picture of his bedside drawer, where he had a small tube of lubricant from a previous shore leave.
Spock hesitated. I do not wish to hurt you.
I’m not made of glass.
Spock broke the kiss and pulled back. He traced his fingers over Kirk’s face. Not made of glass, no. But you are fragile.
Kirk rolled his eyes and sat halfway up on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. Only to you. I promise I won’t break.
Too many things in your life have almost broken you. I am ashamed to be one of them. I will never do so again.
Spock...
Spock moved his hand to cradle the back of Kirk's head. You will believe me some day, Jim. He pressed a kiss to Kirk's forehead. It felt like a vow. You will trust me. Because no matter how long that takes, I will still be here.
Kirk suddenly had a huge lump in his throat. Will you fuck me now? he asked, his emotions too overwhelming to deal with. If you're really worried, you can be in my head and make sure it doesn’t hurt.
There was a rush of hope through the bond. You would not be upset by my presence in your mind?
Kirk shook his head. Spock’s delight swept through the bond and then –
Oh shit. Kirk’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell back against the mattress with a groan. Fuck – that’s – holy shit –
Your surprise is illogical. You are aware that the human mind is where pleasure is actually experienced. Why did you not expect that I could impart pleasant sensations telepathically through our bond?
Kirk twitched. His hands clawed uselessly at the sheets as Spock did something incredible directly to his brain. His cock throbbed. Pleasant sensations. What an understatement.
It is a perfectly accurate –
Spock. Fuck me before you make me come with your brain. That’s an order from your captain.
Spock only raised his eyebrow, before sending another rush of inhuman pleasure streaming directly into Kirk’s mind.
“Fuck!” Kirk grabbed one of Spock’s hands and sucked two of Spock’s fingers into his mouth. Then it’s an order from your bondmate.
Spock groaned loudly and Kirk felt his lust flow through their bond. Spock fumbled for the drawer with his free hand, not withdrawing his other hand from Kirk’s mouth. Kirk grinned, and mercilessly sucked Spock’s fingers harder.
Spock swore in Vulcan, and then those fingers were jerked out of his mouth, replaced by Spock’s tongue a second later. As they kissed, Kirk felt a wet finger slowly pressing inside him. He arched into it, and then Spock broke their kiss and shifted on the bed.
"Why'd you - oh."
Kirk found out why Spock had stopped kissing him when Spock’s outrageously hot mouth suddenly engulfed his cock – his entire cock. Kirk cried out and sat up on the bed, only to have Spock shove him back down with only his free hand.
You must relax, ashaya. I refuse to hurt you.
But –
Spock withdrew his finger, and then pushed back in with two slick ones. With his cock halfway down Spock’s throat and being licked by a hot tongue, and with Spock’s mind probing and stroking his own, pain was the farthest thing from Kirk’s mind. He welcomed the sensation of being filled, and when Spock pressed his fingers against Kirk's prostate, Kirk nearly came right then and there.
Spock seemed to sense this and eased off, letting Kirk recover. But he continued to fuck Kirk with his fingers, until Kirk was going crazy with want for the real thing.
Spock, come on, quit teasing me.
There was a pause. My apologies. I did not mean to keep you waiting. Spock sounded slightly guilty. My hands are quite sensitive. I was - enjoying myself.
That’s - kind of kinky. And extremely hot.
Kirk filed that knowledge away for future use, even as Spock withdrew his fingers. He pulled his mouth off of Kirk and crawled forward, lying chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach on top of Kirk as he had done earlier. Except this time, he hooked one arm under Kirk’s leg and then gently pressed inside.
Nothing they had done previously had prepared Kirk for this. Spock entered his mind as deeply as his body, and the sensations became one and the same, utterly indistinguishable. And as his body was filled, Spock’s affection seemed to seek out and fill every last empty, lonely place in Kirk’s mind.
He heard soft words in Vulcan with both his mind and ears, and Kirk finally understood that Spock wasn’t talking to a separate thing in his head – but to him. To his bondmate.
Pleasure built and built, and just when Kirk thought he might explode – he did, in the most sublime rush of pleasure he had ever felt, and he left all conscious thought behind as the world turned white and his blood thundered in his ears. He heard himself gasp Spock’s name, and heard Spock’s answering cry and knew that Spock had come with him.
A few seconds – or maybe minutes? Or even hours? – later, Kirk heard his name again.
