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Kirk felt warm, warmer than usual, especially because how cold space was. At first, he worried he was getting sick (colds in space were like no other), but he didn’t feel any other symptoms. A irritating cramp came next, it roamed all over his body but focused its attention on his crotch and his womb. It was painful, but a good painful, the type where he could barely focus on his work and only dreamed to go back to his quarters and pleasure himself.
Kirk dreaded this day, he had ran out of suppressants over a week ago but his heat wasn’t supposed to start until another week or so! He could’ve gotten heat suppressants from the next space station. He knew that he couldn’t ask one of the other guys on board for any, god he’d make a mockery of himself! Then, Kirk decided that he would man through this heat all by himself! It couldn’t have been that hard, right? He had gone without his suppressants before, 20 years ago but he had done it before!
It was about a hour before Kirk couldn’t bare it, his slick (😕) soaked through his underwear, his cock throbbed, red and angry as it smeared it leaky tip all over the front of his underwear as Kirk moved around. It was sensitive, so sensitive that any slight movement would cause for another pool of precum to spew from his tip and for more slick to run from his other hole, clenching around nothing. The team noticed, of course they did, Kirk couldn’t get away with anything, especially around Bones. The man almost dragged him to his office but finally relented when Kirk promised to take it easy.
However, Kirk noticed that Spock lingered in the background, the other man had seemingly neglected all of his work in order to stare at Kirk. He barely had the strength to confront the man, instead he held his head low and retreated back into his quarters. He had barely ducked under the covers before he reached a hesitant hand down his pants, stroking his length. He bit down on a pillow to conceal his moans, leaking all over his hands. He bucked wildly and uncoordinated into his hands, everything was so sensitive.
He milked his balls dry, cum covered his hand, his stomach, and the sheets were soaked in him. The laundry was going to suck, and he knew he needed a shower, beads of sweat dripping down his whole body. His cock thought otherwise, throbbing once again in his hand, the head oozing out pre-cum. Kirk sighed, teasing the tip once again before frantically sliding his hand up and down his cock like his life depended on it. This was going to be a hard day.
(Pun fully intended)
By the time his cock had began to stop throbbing (no matter how erect it still was), Kirk had dragged 4 orgasms out of his poor, sensitive balls. Kirk had to force himself out of his bed, he knew that the other guys would be in shock (to say the least) to see their captain, big, strong Captain Kirk shivering and covered in his own cum. His legs were shaky as he finally stood, his penis still standing tall at attention. His abs clenched and unclenched, the muscles in his stomach growing sore and tired. He found his underwear and slid them up his legs, the friction of the cloth against his borderline-traumatized cock made his knees buckle, a wet spot already forming at the front.
He needed a plan, a plan to ensure that none of the people on the ship would see him in this state. It was convenient that a bathroom was right beside his room. All he needed now was a fresh change of clothes (preferably some that hid the erection he was sporting), a shower, and the poker face of a god. He stood, grabbing the change of clothes. In order for no suspicion, Kirk had slipped on his old clothes from later that day, and placed his change of clothes awkwardly infront of his crotch. He waddled over to the bathroom, fighting the urge to touch himself again as his cock head rubbed against his underwear, defiling the cloth even more.
Thankfully, it was the small period of time during the day where nobody was in the shower area. Kirk stripped, turning the shower to freezing and stepped into the water.
That was a bigger mistake, the feeling of cold water on his penis made it worse, it throbbed and jumped at the contact with water. Kirk wanted to cry, his whole body raw and sensitive, his stomach began to clench again, his teeth catching his lip, biting down on the skin to the point of blood. He didn’t care, the pleasure mixed with the pain of how sore his cock was and Kirk felt his whole body grow weaker, “Just-just wash everything off.” He mumbled to himself, his voice unreasonably high.
The shower was borderline torture, he barely made it 2 steps out before his knees buckled once again and he was on the cold floor. His body dripped with water, his brain fogging up with need. His new clothes were just out of reach, he knew that he had to get up, to prevent anyone from seeing him like thi-
Kirk must’ve had the worst luck in the whole world, he heard the door creak and before he was able to crawl away, he watched with wide eyes as First Officer Spock walked into the room, he stood at the door frame, watching as the captain groveled and whimpered on the floor. Kirk couldn’t spit out a coherent sentence if his life depended on it, the only thing leaving his mouth was moans and broken words. Spock had squatted down to his level, looking down at the pathetic sight of his friend, his captain
“Mr. Kirk.” Spock had said, his voice soft despite the view. “I heard you were unwell, I didn’t expect for you to be this unwell.” Spock scanned over his body, the water that still lingered on his back. If the man saw Kirk’s throbbing erection, he didn’t say anything about it. Kirk’s whole body was vibrating, his gaze stapled to the floor as humiliation washed all over him, Spock stared at him longer, Kirk didn’t need to look at him to know that he was deep in thought.
“Captain?” Spock tried, again, his hands twitching with a desire to touch Kirk. Kirk was still unresponsive, trying to focus his attention on not pouncing on his friend.
“…Jim?” Spock said, his voice even softer as he mumbled the nickname. He used it sparingly, something that Kirk loved, his cock agreed, apparently, as his length throbbed once again. Kirk finally looked at his friend, Spock’s eyes holding nothing but concern. “This is alarming… may I assist you back to your quarters?” Kirk nodded immediately, croaking out a ‘please.’
Spock handed him his clothes, continuing to watch as he dressed. He stuck his hand out, a sweet gesture to ensure that Kirk didn’t double over again. He guided the other man slowly throughout the halls and into his doorway. Kirk fell onto his filthy sheets, his body way too exhausted to care. Spock continued to linger, staring at his deflated form. “I have a hunch of what has come over you.” Spock said like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Kirk sputtered, his eyes flinging open to stare at his companion. “Y…you do? S-Spock-“ Kirk’s voice wavered with every word that he said, his body continuing to shake. “You…you can never speak of this..” Kirk pleaded, his voice desperate and his eyes wide. “Spock, please I’ll be ruined.”
Spock shook his head, staring at his friend. “What is there to be ashamed about? It’s normal, the Vulcans treat heats with pride.”
“H-how’d you know?” Kirk sputtered out, his chest racing.
“I smelled it on you.”
Kirk wanted to laugh, and also really wanted to cry. Of course he did, “So-“ he gulped, “So… what’re you still doing here..?”
Spock gave a hint of a smile, taking a couple steps toward his friend. “You’re in pain, I can see that. If you would allow me, I would like to help you.” Kirk’s heart leaped in his chest again, his palms becoming sweaty with nerves. “If that is not what you wish, then we can never speak of this again.”
No, no. Kirk *had* to say no, there would be no coming back from this, they would never be the same.
“Ple-please Spock… I need you.” He was a weak man, okay? Spock didn’t spend a moment longer, his hands were in his body in a millisecond, running their way all the way down to his pants. His fingers hooked on the waistband, pulling them down all slow and methodically. Kirk lifted his hips with urgency, desperate to assist Spock in getting his pants off. In no time, he was half naked before his friends, Spock spent only a second staring a- (admiring? That couldn’t be right, Spock couldn’t have been admiring) his body.
“To make this more comfortable for you, I believe this in order…” Spock said before placing his two fingers inside of his mouth, wetting them sufficiently. The saliva-soaked fingers made their way to the entrance of Kirk’s ass, they prodded ever so slightly, the tips of his fingers just barely inside of him. They began to slowly slide into him, it had been a while since someone had touched him back there, the stretch of Spock’s fingers inside of him dancing on the line of pain and pleasure. He felt full from just his fingers, Spock watched the sight of Kirk’s walls clinging onto his fingers.
His pace sped up, fingers pressing against his g-spot. Kirk bit his battered lip, dry blood where he had first bit himself. “F-fuck, Sp-“ he was choked up once again.
Spock slowly withdrew his fingers, watching as Kirk’s hole gaped, slowly closing on its own. The Vulcan reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced speed and ease. He barely managed to pull his pants and underwear down before Kirk connected their lips together, panting. Spock maintained the kiss even as he lied Kirk back down onto his bed. Kirk heard the sounds of Spock slipping out of his underwear, his friend taking in a deep breath before separating.
His cock lined up with Kirk’s asshole, the tip of it sunk inside, the warm of his walls immediately inviting him deeper. Kirk stilled, the feeling of being full intensified by 10.
His hips began to move, going deeper each thrust, all Kirk could do was moan helplessly at each inch that was pushed into him. Spock is big, bigger than anything then he had taken before. Spock seemed just as unraveled as him, his face screwing into one of pleasure. His strokes were slow, dragging his cock along his walls.
Kirk closed his eyes, scared of what eye contact would mean for the two men. His mouth hung open, he probably looked like a complete *fool*. Spock leaned down, connecting their mouths once again and sliding his tongue inside of his captain’s. He sped up, the base of his cock beginning to swell. He must’ve been close, as his strokes became sloppy, not that Kirk would complain in the slightest. Spock’s hand met Kirk’s hair, tugging his head closer towards gis own, kissing Kirk even deeper, almost like he didn’t need air at all.
The bulb right at the base of his dick grew larger, Spock’s new mission was to push it inside of Kirk, his strokes even deeper, probing his ass to stretch. Kirk whined, clenching the sheets tighter than before and threw his head back.
“Please-I need you.”
Spock never responded, just pushed the rest of his knot inside of Kirk, groaning as he began to flood his insides with cum. Kirk came too, spurting any remnants of cum he had left onto his stomach.
Spock fell onto him, his body sweaty. Kirk could almost hear his heart pounding. Kirk’s breath landed on his neck, brushing against the hairs on there.
He knew that this would have consequences, way more than he could stomach right now. Spock’s cock remained inside of him, his knot keeping him firmly planted. Kirk decided then that he would handle to repercussions later, and just sat with his friend’s dick inside of him.