"Oh, God," Jim moaned as he worked himself against Leonard, dropped one foot to the ground to brace himself so he could roll and thrust and shimmy himself closer to the edge. He looked ridiculous, half dressed and eyes tightly closed, Leonard's hand stuffed down his pants. He would have laughed but as silly as Jim looked he was also fucking hot. His hand squeezed around himself and Leonard cried out, matched every one of Jim's quick thrusts with one of his own. His hips bounced on the cushions, legs jiggling with the effort to keep himself in motion, keep his arm braced to give Jim the friction he needed.
If they could do this again Leonard would undress Jim completely. He'd lay him out on the couch or the bed or maybe the floor and devour every inch of him until Jim was begging for more, until Jim was trembling with need, wanton and splayed and spread open for Leonard.
But this was okay too. Not what he'd planned, but Jim was still beautiful, flushed and desperate, skin hidden beneath clothing that stunk of smoke and drink and asphalt from where they'd tumbled to the ground on the walk home.
"Should - right there, squeeze like that - should get naked next time," Jim muttered, voicing Leonard scattered thoughts, face alternating between utter bliss and pained concentration as he worked to get the angle just right, get the rough scrape of skin on skin where he needed it, Leonard's fingertips dragging over his sac, the heel of his hand rubbing along the underside of Jim's cock.
"Tried," Leonard huffed, wanted to chuckle, groaned instead. He was close. He always shot his load too quick when he was drunk.
He recovered quicker too, though, so it wasn't all bad. "You were, uh," Leonard continued, "a little distracted."
Jim grinned. Leonard felt it pressed against his cheek, lips parted, breath hot and humid as it flowed over his skin. "Your fault," Jim said, grinding himself against Leonard.
Leonard gritted his teeth together, fucked up into his hand with abandon. There was too much talking, too much, and he lurched forward, caught Jim's mouth with his own-
Jim keened against him, lips bruising and splitting beneath Leonard's teeth.
They came like that, one after the other, iron-tinged saliva sliding slick from one tongue to the next as they both emptied themselves. Leonard shivered, felt Jim do the same, hips still sluggishly twitching in Leonard's lap.
Leonard pulled his hand free and wiped his palm on Jim's thigh, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
"Gross," Jim said around a gleeful, sated smile.
"Whatever," Leonard grumbled, wiping his other hand clean on his t-shirt before looping an arm around Jim's neck and pulling him down.
Jim followed, pressed Leonard flat with his weight and his mouth, and Leonard reveled in the soft touches, the easy contentment, as he waited for his tired cock to stir back to life.
Fill, Part 2 - Star Trek AOS [NC-17]
If they could do this again Leonard would undress Jim completely. He'd lay him out on the couch or the bed or maybe the floor and devour every inch of him until Jim was begging for more, until Jim was trembling with need, wanton and splayed and spread open for Leonard.
But this was okay too. Not what he'd planned, but Jim was still beautiful, flushed and desperate, skin hidden beneath clothing that stunk of smoke and drink and asphalt from where they'd tumbled to the ground on the walk home.
"Should - right there, squeeze like that - should get naked next time," Jim muttered, voicing Leonard scattered thoughts, face alternating between utter bliss and pained concentration as he worked to get the angle just right, get the rough scrape of skin on skin where he needed it, Leonard's fingertips dragging over his sac, the heel of his hand rubbing along the underside of Jim's cock.
"Tried," Leonard huffed, wanted to chuckle, groaned instead. He was close. He always shot his load too quick when he was drunk.
He recovered quicker too, though, so it wasn't all bad. "You were, uh," Leonard continued, "a little distracted."
Jim grinned. Leonard felt it pressed against his cheek, lips parted, breath hot and humid as it flowed over his skin. "Your fault," Jim said, grinding himself against Leonard.
Leonard gritted his teeth together, fucked up into his hand with abandon. There was too much talking, too much, and he lurched forward, caught Jim's mouth with his own-
Jim keened against him, lips bruising and splitting beneath Leonard's teeth.
They came like that, one after the other, iron-tinged saliva sliding slick from one tongue to the next as they both emptied themselves. Leonard shivered, felt Jim do the same, hips still sluggishly twitching in Leonard's lap.
Leonard pulled his hand free and wiped his palm on Jim's thigh, fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
"Gross," Jim said around a gleeful, sated smile.
"Whatever," Leonard grumbled, wiping his other hand clean on his t-shirt before looping an arm around Jim's neck and pulling him down.
Jim followed, pressed Leonard flat with his weight and his mouth, and Leonard reveled in the soft touches, the easy contentment, as he waited for his tired cock to stir back to life.
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End.