I have never half-assed any situation. It is not in the Vulcan way to do anything less than our best. [ And how rude, to imply otherwise. ] You do not find other terms equally arousing or is it that you desire to hear me say words?
[ Spock might be a Vulcan of immense patience, but most of it is because of training, and when he's been pushed and challenged like so, it tends to slip away from him. So he adds a second finger fairly quickly, scissoring them inside Len to stretch him. ]
[Len arches his back with a soft hiss, but if there is any pain he deals with it without complaint. His eyes are slightly narrowed with challenge as he settles again, meeting Spock's dark eyes stubbornly]
I think you telling me you're going to fuck me is fucking hot. Nothing else has that same ring to it.
[Len's eyes widen as Spock capitulates, and he leans his head back with a groan, letting his eyes slip closed. He curls his fingers around his own member and strokes, spreading his legs a bit wider]
Oh yeah. You did good, baby, thank you. Now come on... I want to feel your cock inside me.
[ Of all the things to get Len to groan, Spock wasn't expecting it to be a simple phrase.
Humans. ] I have said before, I am not a human infant.
[ But he obliges, removing his fingers and shifting so he can apply more lubrication to his own erection. That done, he settles between Len's legs, stretching out over him, guiding his penis inside. ]
He draws a breath and lets it out slowly, eyes squeezing shut as Spock enters him. His hands come to grip the Vulcan's arms, and his legs rise to curl around his waist. "Fuck," he breathed, deep and low.
His shirt rides up a bit as Spock enters him, but Len is no longer self-conscious - at least, he's not thinking about the scars anymore, and thinking far more about Spock's dick.
Spock has always been careful when touching other individuals, and that still holds true, even in the midst of sex. So he keeps one hand on the bed, fingers curling into the sheets, the other slipping between them to stroke Leonard's erection. He sets up a steady pace as he fucks the man beneath him, listening carefully to his breathing.
He noticed the shirt riding up, the faint trace of scars in the midst of thrusting back inside Len, but not even Spock, with his stamina could manage a coherent conversation during sex. But he did make a mental note to inquire later - far later.
Len writhes and gasps, his breathing speeding up faster and faster as Spock thrusts into him over and over.
Finally he arches, a soft grunt issuing from his throat as he clutches hard on Spock's forearms. His body clenches rhythmically, fluids spurting over his shirt as he climaxes.
Spock's own orgasm is triggered by Len's reactions, the clenching pushing him to a rather sudden climax. He stills, spurting inside Len before withdrawing as gracefully as he can, collapsing on the mattress next to him.
Len relaxes into the bed as Spock orgasms and then settles beside him. Still panting from their coupling, Len turns his head and observes the Vulcan, his arm outflung to invite cuddling if Spock is so inclined.
Spock takes a moment to consider the unvoiced offer, or at least what he assumes is an offer. Generally not one to willingly touch people, sex and the aftermath has always been something different to Spock, one of the few times when it was possible to be a little more free with his expressions. So, after a moment, he curls into Len, head settling on his arm.
Len loves to cuddle, though that does surprise a lot of people. He sighs as Spock settles against him, and wraps his arm around, resting his hand on his shoulder. He's feeling a lot more sober now, but also warm and content, pleasantly comfortable. "Not bad," he purrs.
"Not bad?" Spock repeats, voice neutral. He runs that through his mental human filter, bemoaning the lack of accuracy in their words. "Such a phrase lacks clarity. I do believe humans aim for better than 'not bad' in reference to sexual intercourse."
Len snickered and turned onto his side to face Spock, then gave him a sweet, lingering kiss. "In this case, it means - fucking great, and you have my permission to fuck me again any time. Is that clear?"
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[ Spock might be a Vulcan of immense patience, but most of it is because of training, and when he's been pushed and challenged like so, it tends to slip away from him. So he adds a second finger fairly quickly, scissoring them inside Len to stretch him. ]
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I think you telling me you're going to fuck me is fucking hot. Nothing else has that same ring to it.
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I intend to fuck you tonight. Is that acceptable?
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Oh yeah. You did good, baby, thank you. Now come on... I want to feel your cock inside me.
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Humans. ] I have said before, I am not a human infant.
[ But he obliges, removing his fingers and shifting so he can apply more lubrication to his own erection. That done, he settles between Len's legs, stretching out over him, guiding his penis inside. ]
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His shirt rides up a bit as Spock enters him, but Len is no longer self-conscious - at least, he's not thinking about the scars anymore, and thinking far more about Spock's dick.
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He noticed the shirt riding up, the faint trace of scars in the midst of thrusting back inside Len, but not even Spock, with his stamina could manage a coherent conversation during sex. But he did make a mental note to inquire later - far later.
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Finally he arches, a soft grunt issuing from his throat as he clutches hard on Spock's forearms. His body clenches rhythmically, fluids spurting over his shirt as he climaxes.
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