Title: Vulcan Claiming
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, and I do not make any money from these fictions.
A/N: This is just a bonus PWP while I work on the true sequel to Vulcan Catnip. That one might take a while, because I keep getting distracted.
Two months after the events of Vulcan Catnip…
"You were flirting with the Deltan ambassador," Spock states, not quite calmly, as soon as they enter Jim's quarters. It is exactly the reaction Jim has been aiming for all night, but the human is not going to admit that to his lover – at least, not just yet. He will save it for another time, when he feels like goading Spock into punishing him.
So Jim just blinks at him, tilting his head to the side with an innocent "who, me?" look pasted on his face – it usually gets him out of most trouble, at least with Spock (and Bones, too, but Spock does not like when he brings that up…). But it doesn't work with Spock tonight – not with the way Jim has been playing with him for hours.
"I think as punishment I shall penetrate you so thoroughly that you will not sit without thinking of me for a week," the Vulcan growls deeply, ignoring Jim's attempts at innocence and pinning his lover to the wall.
"Spock!" Jim chuckles, trying to hide how turned he is at the thought of sitting on the bridge, every shift and squirm reminding him of the way Spock fucks him – the way Spock claims him. "You are so fierce."
"You do not take me seriously enough," his lover replies, and Jim is not quite sure if that is a playful glint he sees in his first officer's eyes. Even after two months of melding and sex, he still occasionally has a hard time reading Spock. "I shall have to teach you a lesson in respect."
"Please, my t'hy'la. Teach me," the human whispers breathily from underneath his heavier lover. Vulcan bones and muscles are so much denser than those of humans – so no matter how lean Spock may be, his weight is more than enough to keep Jim flat on his back (not that the human isn't there willingly, anyway). Spock just glares, maneuvering Jim onto his front and pinning him back down.
"Oomph," Jim pants, his lover's rough handling turning him on – just like it always does. And Spock knows that, of course. How could he not? He's been inside Jim's mind far too many times to count…
"You are at my mercy, now," Spock whispers into Jim's ear. "I could do anything I wish with your body. I am taller and heavier and stronger, and you cannot get away if I do not want you to."
He punctuates this by grinding his erection into Jim's backside.
"Are you going to punish me for being a bad boy?" Jim asks coyly, rolling his hips back onto his lover's cock. Spock is so hard for him – so hard, and so hot. In response to his actions, Spock just sticks two fingers into Jim's mouth, ordering him to suck.
"It will hurt," the half-Vulcan threatens as he nips at his lover's sensitive ear, then trailing his mouth down to mark the spot on Jim's neck that always turns him to goo. "It will burn as I pierce your body, and you will remember this for days every time you move."
Jim moans around the fingers in his mouth as he covers them with his saliva.
"That is the only lubricant you will get," Spock states as he takes his fingers out of Jim's mouth and plunges both into his lover's hole at once.
"Spock…" Jim protests, wiggling a bit at the burn. He can handle it now – but it would be too much to fully take Spock with only spit slicking the way. Especially with how forceful his Vulcan can get. "You… you can't. At least use a bit of lube."
His lover stills – and Spock must sense Jim's seriousness through his skin, because he reaches into the nightstand to take out the lube. And Jim loves that about their lovemaking – as rough as they might get, it is still lovemaking, and Spock will gentle his touch with just a word from Jim's lips. And Spock's touch telepathy is quite useful in gauging whether Jim's 'slow down' is serious or playful – so the human still has not had to resort to his safe word.
Good thing, because saying 'Solok' during sex would just be… awkward.
Spock slicks his fingers with the lube and quickly stretches Jim - just enough that he will not tear. He wants to make a claim, but not seriously hurt his captain. The Vulcan pulls his trousers down just enough to expose his hard member, and coats his shaft as well, providing the last bit of lubrication before he pushes roughly into Jim's tight channel.
"Oh!" Jim moans, turned on by his lover's forceful handling.
"You are going to come just like this, just on my penis," Spock growls as he catches Jim's wrists in a vice-like grip, preventing his lover from touching himself. Jim is flat on his stomach, and Spock hits deep inside with every rough thrust, the ribs on his cock just barely brushing against his prostate.
"Please," the human whimpers, twisting his hips desperately under the forceful pounding. He is so close, but it isn't enough. And then Spock changes his angle just enough, directly hitting that spot deep inside him.
"Sp-Spock," he moans, writhing in his lover's punishing grasp. "Gods, please! Please touch me!"
"I am touching you, t'hy'la," the half-Vulcan practically chuckles, aiming another thrust at Jim's prostate and hitting it dead-on.
And then he stops.
"No! What are you doing?" his lover whines, bucking his hips in an attempt to get Spock to move again.
"Taking command of your body," Spock whispers, sucking on Jim's sensitive neck once again. God, Jim is going to get some stares on the bridge tomorrow – he bruises so easily. And Spock, the possessive bastard, knows this. "I want you to beg me to fuck you."
"W-what?" Jim whimpers, clamping his inner muscles down.
"You heard me, t'hy'la," and this he punctuates with a single thrust before stopping once again. The goddamn tease.
"Spock!" Jim calls out, trying but unable to buck his hips because of Spock's tight grip. "Fuck me! Just fuck me, now!"
"You are not my captain at this moment, and I will not accept orders," the Vulcan states imperiously with a little twist of his hips that drives Jim crazy with need.
"Please! Please fuck me – ahh!" Jim screams as his lover once again picks up a demanding pace.
Jim comes just like that, his wrists held together in Spock's tight grip and his hips pinned by Spock's punishing rhythm. His body seizes up in orgasm, his inner muscles clamping down hard and white spots bursting behind his tightly-closed eyes.
Spock manages to ride out his lover's orgasm, keeping up an exhausting pace as he repeatedly pierces those muscles fiercely milking his cock.
"No more!" Jim whispers weakly as his lover continues ravaging his tender insides. It is too much, and he is too sensitive, and… Spock smirks, pulling out and coming all over Jim's naked backside.
"Was that enough of a lesson to deter you from further flirting?" he questions the human covered in his seed.
"Almost more than I could handle," Jim admits with a silly smile as Spock finally releases him enough to turn onto his back.
His front is covered with the evidence of his own orgasm.
"Ugh, I'm a mess," Jim complains weakly, not having the energy to so much as raise his arms. "I cannot put my clothes on like this. I suppose you will just have to clean me."
Spock begins to get up to retrieve a wet cloth, but his captain just chuckles.
"With your tongue," Jim orders, stretching seductively upon the floor that bears obvious signs of their recent mating.
"We will never leave our quarters if you continue to seduce me so," Spock threatens, lust again burning fiercely in his dark eyes.
Jim's laughter reaches the bright red ears of two passing ensigns.