Jim’s next thrust knocked Bones’ legs out from under him, and he humped against the bed, rubbing his cock, grateful for the contact while he braced so he didn’t bash his head on the headboard. Sex was great except when it ended in a concussion. Well technically sex was great even when it ended in a concussion, but it wasn’t so fun afterwards.
Spock’s ball bounced off his own with each thrust, creating a growing sting that made him moan low in his throat. The burn in his ass was also a living thing, threatening to overtake and consume him. Spock reached under McCoy and deft fingers latched onto nipples that had been pressed into the sheets, tugging and twisting. Shoving his face into the pillow, he cried out as he balls drew up painfully tight, his testes jerking in their sacs.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, just held on for the ride as his orgasm overtook him unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. His ass spasmed madly around Spock’s embedded cock, milking him as his own dick twitched in its space between his body and the bed. He trembled and felt like he’s going to fly apart and die, not hearing the broken pleas that pour from his lips, muffled by the pillow, begging for more, wanting it to stop, to never stop. His balls were a tight knot of agony and his dick pulsed pitifully, but nothing escapes from the end of his cock but a few clear drops.
However, Bones didn’t notice, was too far gone, too overloaded by pleasure and welcomed the darkness as it took him away. Jim’s thrusts never faltered though he took note of Bones’ state, having seen it before, and felt a smug sense of satisfaction that they could reduce him to this again and again.
McCoy’s orgasm had drawn Spock’s own close and the sudden contrast from milking muscles to relaxed as he passed out beneath them set Spock off, adding another load to the numerous already filling him.
Jim pulled out slowly, and Spock moved to the side knowing what he wants. Spock’s hand closed over Jim’s cock and he cried out as he see Bones’ wrecked hole, puffy and red and gaping, the cum leaking out of it a startling contrast. Reaching forward he slid two fingers into it, feeling no resistant. Spock tugged him forward by his cock and Jim went. Sinking in deep in Bones’ unresisting cum slicked hole, Jim’s orgasm washed over him, his toes curling as Spock bit his neck, his mind whiting out as he added another load of cum to McCoy’s hole.
Jim didn’t notice Spock leaving, having slipped into a pleasant dose, but moaned in protest and blinked as he was pulled from his comfortable resting place. He watched as Spock slide a damp cloth over Bones’ swollen flesh, wiping away the cum and lube that leaked from his hole, only to have more dribble out.
“We should get a plug,” Jim suddenly said. “Keep our cum inside him, keep him slick and ready for us, stretched and open so all we have to do is pull it out and slide right in any time we want.”
Spock didn’t comment and kept up his actions, but the swelling of his cock at Jim’s words was all the evidence Jim needed.
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Date: 2011-05-14 04:28 am (UTC)Spock’s ball bounced off his own with each thrust, creating a growing sting that made him moan low in his throat. The burn in his ass was also a living thing, threatening to overtake and consume him. Spock reached under McCoy and deft fingers latched onto nipples that had been pressed into the sheets, tugging and twisting. Shoving his face into the pillow, he cried out as he balls drew up painfully tight, his testes jerking in their sacs.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, just held on for the ride as his orgasm overtook him unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. His ass spasmed madly around Spock’s embedded cock, milking him as his own dick twitched in its space between his body and the bed. He trembled and felt like he’s going to fly apart and die, not hearing the broken pleas that pour from his lips, muffled by the pillow, begging for more, wanting it to stop, to never stop. His balls were a tight knot of agony and his dick pulsed pitifully, but nothing escapes from the end of his cock but a few clear drops.
However, Bones didn’t notice, was too far gone, too overloaded by pleasure and welcomed the darkness as it took him away. Jim’s thrusts never faltered though he took note of Bones’ state, having seen it before, and felt a smug sense of satisfaction that they could reduce him to this again and again.
McCoy’s orgasm had drawn Spock’s own close and the sudden contrast from milking muscles to relaxed as he passed out beneath them set Spock off, adding another load to the numerous already filling him.
Jim pulled out slowly, and Spock moved to the side knowing what he wants. Spock’s hand closed over Jim’s cock and he cried out as he see Bones’ wrecked hole, puffy and red and gaping, the cum leaking out of it a startling contrast. Reaching forward he slid two fingers into it, feeling no resistant. Spock tugged him forward by his cock and Jim went. Sinking in deep in Bones’ unresisting cum slicked hole, Jim’s orgasm washed over him, his toes curling as Spock bit his neck, his mind whiting out as he added another load of cum to McCoy’s hole.
Jim didn’t notice Spock leaving, having slipped into a pleasant dose, but moaned in protest and blinked as he was pulled from his comfortable resting place. He watched as Spock slide a damp cloth over Bones’ swollen flesh, wiping away the cum and lube that leaked from his hole, only to have more dribble out.
“We should get a plug,” Jim suddenly said. “Keep our cum inside him, keep him slick and ready for us, stretched and open so all we have to do is pull it out and slide right in any time we want.”
Spock didn’t comment and kept up his actions, but the swelling of his cock at Jim’s words was all the evidence Jim needed.