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title. Cause & Affect
rating. ADULT
pairing. Kirk/McCoy/Spock
summary. A moment passed as he took in the sight of his lovers, like yin and yang they were, inside and out.
warning. Bondage, D/s, paddling.
notes. Written for this prompt at thest_xi_kink meme. (Link to appropriate thread fixed.)
Rewards were normally chosen by his lovers, but that night Bones had already decided to give Jim what he enjoyed the most – blindfolded, tied spread-eagle, face-down on their bed and gagged with Bones' cock while Spock fucked him hard, fast, and silent.
And in truth, it was also one of McCoy's favorites as it gave him the perfect view of Jim's lips wrapped around his cock and Spock's attention focused completely on the other man, so before he took the tube of lubricant from their nightstand, he had to unzip his uniform pants to push a hand against his dick, trying to take the edge off his ardor.
Prep was his job – neither of his boys knew what it was like to slid long fingers inside the other, to stretch the other open – and as he began to slick cool lube inside Jim, ass pushed in the air by the pillow under his hips, he told Kirk, “You're going to look so good stretched around Spock.”
Jim groaned, wanting to push back into the thrust of Bones' fingers especially when they brushed expertly over his prostate. “Let me come tonight,” He ground out, flexing his hands over the edge of the padded cuffs that extended from wrist to palms.
“Last,” he answered and pulled his hand away, turning his attention to Spock who had disrobed a few minutes earlier, as Jim had crawled onto the bed and pushed his limbs into the waiting cuffs. Bones wiped lube over the other man's cock, guiding him to the bed and pushing him up onto the mattress. He pushed the Vulcan forward to rest over Jim's back on hands and knees, the pre-come smeared head of his dick resting against Jim's opening.
He didn't dare move, not without permission, and held himself with muscles corded as Bones got comfortable at the head of their bed. He remained still even then, drawing on every last shred of his control to keep from disobeying the rule he'd understood from day one – no act was to be committed without McCoy's permission – especially when the elder man took Jim's hair in hand once more and himself in the other, pressing his dick to Jim's closed mouth.
Jim took him in without pause, sucking eagerly for a minute or two, then Bones told Spock, “Fuck him hard. I want him fidgeting in that chair tomorrow,” and the man's control fell apart.
Spock rolled his hips forward and pushed, never slowing as he penetrated Jim and when he was balls deep, tried like hell not to let out the moan that threatened when he felt the coolness of Jim's body surround him. Of course, Bones took some of his greatest pleasure in watching the internal war between Spock's two sides – the emotional human wanting to show the pleasure that sparked through him and the collected Vulcan side that swore the emotion was less valuable than the act itself.
“Spock,” Bones called, a warning to let go of his thoughts and just accept, feel, be. He lifted two fingers from the hand that had fallen away from his dick when Jim began to deep-throat him and brushed over pink lips, the tips wedging past and into his mouth. He thrust them in and then out and Spock did the same, setting a rhythm to those fingers and watching Jim attempt to writhe in his restraints.
“Look at you, boy, all spread out and wanton,” Bones said, “I wish you could see Spock's face, boy. He's sweaty and fucking hot for you – I can see it in his eyes, Jim, how much he wants to come.”
Jim whimpered in response. If he could, he would have begged his lover to stop tormenting him, but he couldn't and Jim finally, blessedly began to relax. His mind stopped racing with thoughts of starving children, Starfleet orders, and stolen goods; he stopped thinking about having to tell his mother he wouldn't be home for her birthday or writing the letter to Ensign Davis' family that he'd been putting off for six days because it hurt too damn much. It all dissipated as he stopped being grounded by the touch of hands on his flanks or in his hair; he was flooded with sensation, with pleasure, and that's all he could feel.
The move of the cock in his ass, the feel of the one in his mouth, and eventually the taste of come, Bones closing his eyes against the feeling of his orgasm and then muttering, “Come, Spock,” while he looked down at Jim, a drip of white sliding down his chin.
Spock thrust one last time and did as he was told, his back arching and a low growl escaping his throat. He locked his arms to keep from falling onto Jim's back, knowing from previous experience it would force Bones' cock too far onto his palate which would cause Jim to panic.
He panted out a few breaths, waiting for his next order, and completely unsurprised when he was told to pull himself from Jim, though mesmerized by the sight of his lovers as Bones drew back until his limp cock was free of Jim's lips and rearranged himself so he was then in the position Spock had so recently occupied – knees spread over thighs and hands planted on either side of Jim's head.
Bones was a romantic, too, were anyone to ask; Jim and Spock could attest to it. The man liked to nuzzle their hair and hold them when he could, and when either of them were sick or injured, the only place McCoy could be found was at their side. It just happened that most of the time Bones' easy dominance was needed to keep the Captain and his First functioning at the top of their game.
At that moment, though, Bones seemed to be letting that romantic side out a bit, kissing the back of Jim's neck and whispering in his ear until Jim, at last, cried out and came against the pillow (his pillow, actually) under him.
Bones didn't ask how he felt, simply pressed a kiss to his hair and undid the restraints before telling Spock, “Under the blanket before you catch a goddamn cold,” and arranging the two together. He flung one of Jim's arms over Spock, pushed a leg between Jim's and watched them both drop off to sleep.
He pressed a kiss to both their foreheads, turning away to begin cleaning their room (normally Spock's job, but he'd rather the two exhausted men slept) when Jim mumbled, “Thank you,” then started to snore.
title. Cause & Affect
rating. ADULT
pairing. Kirk/McCoy/Spock
summary. A moment passed as he took in the sight of his lovers, like yin and yang they were, inside and out.
warning. Bondage, D/s, paddling.
notes. Written for this prompt at the
st_xi_kink meme. (Link to appropriate thread fixed.)Part One
Part Two
Cause & Affect
Part Three
Rewards were normally chosen by his lovers, but that night Bones had already decided to give Jim what he enjoyed the most – blindfolded, tied spread-eagle, face-down on their bed and gagged with Bones' cock while Spock fucked him hard, fast, and silent.
And in truth, it was also one of McCoy's favorites as it gave him the perfect view of Jim's lips wrapped around his cock and Spock's attention focused completely on the other man, so before he took the tube of lubricant from their nightstand, he had to unzip his uniform pants to push a hand against his dick, trying to take the edge off his ardor.
Prep was his job – neither of his boys knew what it was like to slid long fingers inside the other, to stretch the other open – and as he began to slick cool lube inside Jim, ass pushed in the air by the pillow under his hips, he told Kirk, “You're going to look so good stretched around Spock.”
Jim groaned, wanting to push back into the thrust of Bones' fingers especially when they brushed expertly over his prostate. “Let me come tonight,” He ground out, flexing his hands over the edge of the padded cuffs that extended from wrist to palms.
“Last,” he answered and pulled his hand away, turning his attention to Spock who had disrobed a few minutes earlier, as Jim had crawled onto the bed and pushed his limbs into the waiting cuffs. Bones wiped lube over the other man's cock, guiding him to the bed and pushing him up onto the mattress. He pushed the Vulcan forward to rest over Jim's back on hands and knees, the pre-come smeared head of his dick resting against Jim's opening.
He didn't dare move, not without permission, and held himself with muscles corded as Bones got comfortable at the head of their bed. He remained still even then, drawing on every last shred of his control to keep from disobeying the rule he'd understood from day one – no act was to be committed without McCoy's permission – especially when the elder man took Jim's hair in hand once more and himself in the other, pressing his dick to Jim's closed mouth.
Jim took him in without pause, sucking eagerly for a minute or two, then Bones told Spock, “Fuck him hard. I want him fidgeting in that chair tomorrow,” and the man's control fell apart.
Spock rolled his hips forward and pushed, never slowing as he penetrated Jim and when he was balls deep, tried like hell not to let out the moan that threatened when he felt the coolness of Jim's body surround him. Of course, Bones took some of his greatest pleasure in watching the internal war between Spock's two sides – the emotional human wanting to show the pleasure that sparked through him and the collected Vulcan side that swore the emotion was less valuable than the act itself.
“Spock,” Bones called, a warning to let go of his thoughts and just accept, feel, be. He lifted two fingers from the hand that had fallen away from his dick when Jim began to deep-throat him and brushed over pink lips, the tips wedging past and into his mouth. He thrust them in and then out and Spock did the same, setting a rhythm to those fingers and watching Jim attempt to writhe in his restraints.
“Look at you, boy, all spread out and wanton,” Bones said, “I wish you could see Spock's face, boy. He's sweaty and fucking hot for you – I can see it in his eyes, Jim, how much he wants to come.”
Jim whimpered in response. If he could, he would have begged his lover to stop tormenting him, but he couldn't and Jim finally, blessedly began to relax. His mind stopped racing with thoughts of starving children, Starfleet orders, and stolen goods; he stopped thinking about having to tell his mother he wouldn't be home for her birthday or writing the letter to Ensign Davis' family that he'd been putting off for six days because it hurt too damn much. It all dissipated as he stopped being grounded by the touch of hands on his flanks or in his hair; he was flooded with sensation, with pleasure, and that's all he could feel.
The move of the cock in his ass, the feel of the one in his mouth, and eventually the taste of come, Bones closing his eyes against the feeling of his orgasm and then muttering, “Come, Spock,” while he looked down at Jim, a drip of white sliding down his chin.
Spock thrust one last time and did as he was told, his back arching and a low growl escaping his throat. He locked his arms to keep from falling onto Jim's back, knowing from previous experience it would force Bones' cock too far onto his palate which would cause Jim to panic.
He panted out a few breaths, waiting for his next order, and completely unsurprised when he was told to pull himself from Jim, though mesmerized by the sight of his lovers as Bones drew back until his limp cock was free of Jim's lips and rearranged himself so he was then in the position Spock had so recently occupied – knees spread over thighs and hands planted on either side of Jim's head.
Bones was a romantic, too, were anyone to ask; Jim and Spock could attest to it. The man liked to nuzzle their hair and hold them when he could, and when either of them were sick or injured, the only place McCoy could be found was at their side. It just happened that most of the time Bones' easy dominance was needed to keep the Captain and his First functioning at the top of their game.
At that moment, though, Bones seemed to be letting that romantic side out a bit, kissing the back of Jim's neck and whispering in his ear until Jim, at last, cried out and came against the pillow (his pillow, actually) under him.
Bones didn't ask how he felt, simply pressed a kiss to his hair and undid the restraints before telling Spock, “Under the blanket before you catch a goddamn cold,” and arranging the two together. He flung one of Jim's arms over Spock, pushed a leg between Jim's and watched them both drop off to sleep.
He pressed a kiss to both their foreheads, turning away to begin cleaning their room (normally Spock's job, but he'd rather the two exhausted men slept) when Jim mumbled, “Thank you,” then started to snore.
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Date: 2009-07-22 07:23 pm (UTC)