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title. Natural Dominance
rating. NC-17
Pairing. Kirk/Spock/McCoy
summary. He knew tonight, though, had been taken firmly from his hands and that Bones' natural dominance, usually reserved for his Medical Bay staff, would not allow Jim to take control back.
warnings. Double Penetration, threesome.
notes. Inspired by this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
st_xi_kink.
Jim couldn't sleep though every inch of his flesh screamed out in exhaustion: his eyes hurt in the florescent light of the living area in his quarters and his fingers burned just from the effort of scrolling through the information on PADD after PADD of messages. If he could've strung more than two words together, he'd have worked on the condolence letters to the families of Ensign Blake and Lieutenant Zane, but the tiredness had stolen the ability to think as well.
Fucking missions. Why the fuck couldn't every one end as well as the one to Antaris VII? What deity was looking down on them with such malice in their heart?
So enraptured in the guilt and upset, Jim never heard Spock nor Bones shift in the bed; he didn't hear Bones wake fully and hush Spock back to sleep as the doctor got to his feet. His footfalls, usually loud and pounding as he raced from quarters to Medical Bay where his skills as a surgeon were too often put to use, had been quiet, unnoticeable, and when he came to stand behind Jim, it was only the touch of warm hands that finally pulled Jim back to reality.
“You should be asleep,” McCoy said with slight disappointment in his tone. He absolutely hated when Jim did this, when he used his duty as an outlet for the upset and frustration that formed a pit in his belly. Truly, he did because it never fucking worked; Jim would put up one of his fronts, getting through the days until he finally went to his lovers and fucked one of them into the mattress, using their bodies to soothe the pain.
“Can't. Gotta get through the requisition request forms for Engineering and Medical, respond to Scotty's last message, and put together my report for command before Pike bursts something,” he answered before trying to stifle a yawn which failed rather spectacularly.
“It can wait or else Spock would be awake with you. Your ass, bed,” he declared, “Now.”
Grumbling as he relented, Jim brushed by his lover with curses falling from his tongue, making his way to their bedroom with his bare feet slapping the floor. The noise of soft flesh meeting unrelenting thin carpet made Bones wince, following at a distance. He knew Jim was pissed off at having been ordered away from his work, that he'd been ordered to bed – that he'd been ordered at all – and he sent that emotion down the bond to Spock who had woken fully and was laying on his back in the nest of their blankets.
Jim crawled up the bed once his knees bumped the edge, collapsing down to the right of Spock who looked to McCoy with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. In response, Bones simply shoved his sleep pants down then yanked his socks free of his feet and told Spock, “Strip Jim.”
“What?” Jim's head shot up from the bed. “Bones, I don't think...”
“Either shut up or I'll make you shut up,” McCoy cut him off and gestured to Spock to turn their lover so he could approach the bed and push his cock into Jim's mouth as the man opened it to argue again.
With Bones' dick thrusting in and out of his mouth and Spock ripping the clothing off of him so viciously Jim could hear the tear of cloth, he felt his control quickly slipping away. Normally he'd fight with every last ounce of his being until one of the men was under him and he felt he had the upper hand – which wasn't to say he didn't enjoy a sound fucking (because he definitely did), he just preferred to be the one directing the action.
He knew tonight, though, had been taken firmly from his hands and that Bones' natural dominance, usually reserved for his Medical Bay staff, would not allow Jim to take control back.
“Stop sucking, just relax your jaw and let me do the work,” Bones demanded, threading fingers into blond hair and gripping Jim's scalp until it bordered on painful. “Your job tonight, Jim, is not to be the Captain or an officer of the fleet. Your job is to lay there and do as we say.”
Spock added, “It will be difficult for you, yet I believe you will find that being between myself and Leonard will be pleasurable,” and ran two fingers down the line of Jim's spine. He laid a human kiss to the back of Jim's neck, spreading over his lover's back to watch Bones as he continued to thrust into Jim's mouth.
“I believe tonight may be an appropriate night discover if the Captain can, as he's put it, 'take us both',” Spock remarked, voice low and guttural from arousal. His penis had grown erect and trapped between his own abdomen and Jim's back, he couldn't help a moment of rutting.
Normally he'd have continued using the friction of the body beneath him to bring him to a first, swift orgasm and would then slowly rub the semen he produced into his lover's skin, marking them as his. However, tonight was not about long drawn out sexual acts or making the euphoria of their coupling last – it was to calm Jim's frayed nerves and ease him into sleep.
With that in mind, he rose up onto all fours, leaning forward to take the lube Bones handed him, and began preparing Jim who spread his legs wide when the first long tapered finger slid inside him. He whimpered around McCoy's cock and pressed back into Spock's hand when a second pushed in and outright moaned when Bones withdrew, the third and fourth fingers scissoring his hole.
“I have often thought about this,” Spock confessed, breathing the words into Kirk's skin; he glanced over his shoulder at Bones who'd taken the lube and applied it to both himself and Spock before yanking at hips and legs until Jim had his knees under him, Spock was kneeling over the man with the tip of his cock at Jim's slick hole, and Bones was standing at the edge of the bed with his own dick nudged against the underside of Spock's.
With a hand set in the small of Spock's back and the other wrapped around himself and Spock to guide, Bones pushed forward until the blunt heads of their dicks breached Jim and he gasped out a curse. It hurt – it had to – but it would pass and Bones continued the slow glide into his lover.
title. Natural Dominance
rating. NC-17
Pairing. Kirk/Spock/McCoy
summary. He knew tonight, though, had been taken firmly from his hands and that Bones' natural dominance, usually reserved for his Medical Bay staff, would not allow Jim to take control back.
warnings. Double Penetration, threesome.
notes. Inspired by this prompt at
st_xi_kink.Jim couldn't sleep though every inch of his flesh screamed out in exhaustion: his eyes hurt in the florescent light of the living area in his quarters and his fingers burned just from the effort of scrolling through the information on PADD after PADD of messages. If he could've strung more than two words together, he'd have worked on the condolence letters to the families of Ensign Blake and Lieutenant Zane, but the tiredness had stolen the ability to think as well.
Fucking missions. Why the fuck couldn't every one end as well as the one to Antaris VII? What deity was looking down on them with such malice in their heart?
So enraptured in the guilt and upset, Jim never heard Spock nor Bones shift in the bed; he didn't hear Bones wake fully and hush Spock back to sleep as the doctor got to his feet. His footfalls, usually loud and pounding as he raced from quarters to Medical Bay where his skills as a surgeon were too often put to use, had been quiet, unnoticeable, and when he came to stand behind Jim, it was only the touch of warm hands that finally pulled Jim back to reality.
“You should be asleep,” McCoy said with slight disappointment in his tone. He absolutely hated when Jim did this, when he used his duty as an outlet for the upset and frustration that formed a pit in his belly. Truly, he did because it never fucking worked; Jim would put up one of his fronts, getting through the days until he finally went to his lovers and fucked one of them into the mattress, using their bodies to soothe the pain.
“Can't. Gotta get through the requisition request forms for Engineering and Medical, respond to Scotty's last message, and put together my report for command before Pike bursts something,” he answered before trying to stifle a yawn which failed rather spectacularly.
“It can wait or else Spock would be awake with you. Your ass, bed,” he declared, “Now.”
Grumbling as he relented, Jim brushed by his lover with curses falling from his tongue, making his way to their bedroom with his bare feet slapping the floor. The noise of soft flesh meeting unrelenting thin carpet made Bones wince, following at a distance. He knew Jim was pissed off at having been ordered away from his work, that he'd been ordered to bed – that he'd been ordered at all – and he sent that emotion down the bond to Spock who had woken fully and was laying on his back in the nest of their blankets.
Jim crawled up the bed once his knees bumped the edge, collapsing down to the right of Spock who looked to McCoy with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. In response, Bones simply shoved his sleep pants down then yanked his socks free of his feet and told Spock, “Strip Jim.”
“What?” Jim's head shot up from the bed. “Bones, I don't think...”
“Either shut up or I'll make you shut up,” McCoy cut him off and gestured to Spock to turn their lover so he could approach the bed and push his cock into Jim's mouth as the man opened it to argue again.
With Bones' dick thrusting in and out of his mouth and Spock ripping the clothing off of him so viciously Jim could hear the tear of cloth, he felt his control quickly slipping away. Normally he'd fight with every last ounce of his being until one of the men was under him and he felt he had the upper hand – which wasn't to say he didn't enjoy a sound fucking (because he definitely did), he just preferred to be the one directing the action.
He knew tonight, though, had been taken firmly from his hands and that Bones' natural dominance, usually reserved for his Medical Bay staff, would not allow Jim to take control back.
“Stop sucking, just relax your jaw and let me do the work,” Bones demanded, threading fingers into blond hair and gripping Jim's scalp until it bordered on painful. “Your job tonight, Jim, is not to be the Captain or an officer of the fleet. Your job is to lay there and do as we say.”
Spock added, “It will be difficult for you, yet I believe you will find that being between myself and Leonard will be pleasurable,” and ran two fingers down the line of Jim's spine. He laid a human kiss to the back of Jim's neck, spreading over his lover's back to watch Bones as he continued to thrust into Jim's mouth.
“I believe tonight may be an appropriate night discover if the Captain can, as he's put it, 'take us both',” Spock remarked, voice low and guttural from arousal. His penis had grown erect and trapped between his own abdomen and Jim's back, he couldn't help a moment of rutting.
Normally he'd have continued using the friction of the body beneath him to bring him to a first, swift orgasm and would then slowly rub the semen he produced into his lover's skin, marking them as his. However, tonight was not about long drawn out sexual acts or making the euphoria of their coupling last – it was to calm Jim's frayed nerves and ease him into sleep.
With that in mind, he rose up onto all fours, leaning forward to take the lube Bones handed him, and began preparing Jim who spread his legs wide when the first long tapered finger slid inside him. He whimpered around McCoy's cock and pressed back into Spock's hand when a second pushed in and outright moaned when Bones withdrew, the third and fourth fingers scissoring his hole.
“I have often thought about this,” Spock confessed, breathing the words into Kirk's skin; he glanced over his shoulder at Bones who'd taken the lube and applied it to both himself and Spock before yanking at hips and legs until Jim had his knees under him, Spock was kneeling over the man with the tip of his cock at Jim's slick hole, and Bones was standing at the edge of the bed with his own dick nudged against the underside of Spock's.
With a hand set in the small of Spock's back and the other wrapped around himself and Spock to guide, Bones pushed forward until the blunt heads of their dicks breached Jim and he gasped out a curse. It hurt – it had to – but it would pass and Bones continued the slow glide into his lover.
