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As formal dinners go this one was once again pretty boring. The whole San Francisco Admiralty had been pressured to attend the Christmas dinner. One would assume that a work Christmas party could be fun but somehow every Admiral here was stuck up and boring. At least everyone had been allowed to bring a plus one so Jim of course had brought his husband. Before he and Spock had been bonded, he had to attend these things alone because a plus one apparently didn’t mean that you could bring your former first officer.
Jim had spent most of his time, making comments about everyone at the table in his head and in turn having Spock telling him in his head that this was unprofessional while he unsuccessfully tried to hide that he was amused by Jim’s running commentary. Even before they were bonded, Jim could read Spock’s facial expressions like a book, even though they were barely there most of the time. But now that he was in his bond-mate’s head, Spock could hardly hide anything from him.
Jim suddenly decided to switch gears, trying to evoke a reaction from Spock and imagined himself on his knees in front of Spock, looking upwards, lips hanging open. There was a tiny twitch in Spock’s hand on the table, Jim only noticed because he had been looking for it.
“Do you really want to go there?” Spock thought. Jim knew, he would probably lose that battle, Spock was, of course, better at hiding his emotions, feelings, arousal. The only reason Jim had gotten any reaction was the surprise factor but that was gone now. But Jim didn’t care anymore. He was bored, he had probably at least one Whiskey more than he should have had and he was old, he was out of fucks to give.
So, he continued. He imagined himself getting closer, reaching for Spock’s fra’als and sticking out his tongue. He felt Spock’s mild interest in the back of his head. The Jim in his mind tangled his fingers in the fra’als that were approaching him. But suddenly the image was whipped out of his control and Spock stepped closer, several of his fra’als thrust into his mouth while others wrapped around his face, hitting the psi points. Jim gasped in surprise and looked at Spock who seriously was locked in conversation with Admiral Witosz next to him, without any trace that in his mind he was thrusting his genitalia into his husband’s mouth.
“Are you sure, you want to continue this?” The Spock in Jim’s mind asked, lifting a questioning eyebrow. The Mind-Jim answered that by starting to suck on the fra’als in his mouth, moving his tongue around them. He could almost feel them moving through his mouth. These images in his head had become much more intense since he shared them with Spock.
“Hey Jim, you look a little bit lost,” a voice Jim knew but couldn’t immediately place ripped him out of their game, sounding way too excited. Jim looked around and saw Admiral Elroy Weaver who had claimed the empty chair next to him. Jim wouldn’t say they were close but him and Spock had seen Elroy and his spouse for dinner three or four times, as one did. Not that they really wanted to, but in a certain position you couldn’t really say no to these things.
Jim felt Spock tugging at his mind again. He couldn’t understand how Spock managed to hold a conversation, completely unaffected while he was fucking Jim’s mouth in their shared mind.
“Oh no, I’m alright, I’m here with the husband,” Jim answered, knowing fully well, Elroy wouldn’t leave him alone with that.
His cock had been twitching for a while now and gotten harder over the past couple of minutes but now he was completely hard. Elroy started to tell him about a new planet they had discovered recently. Jim had forgotten which ship and captain it has been, immediately after Elroy had told him.
In his mind, Spock forced more of his fra’als into Jim’s mouth, until the corners of his mouth were straining.
“Do you want me to penetrate you anally?” the Mind-Spock asked. Of course he did, he loved Spock fucking him. But he also knew, he wouldn’t be able to hold on to himself. He didn’t consciously reply, but Spock had still gotten his answer and in an instant, he saw himself bent over the desk in his office, completely naked and Spock stepping up to him, starting by inserting one of his fra’als into Jim. One fra’al was always a bit too little but it was always fun to feel a little tentacle writhing in him, very easily finding his prostate.
Jim nodded along to Elroy’s story and under the table desperately gripped Spock’s leg. Digging his fingers into his husband’s thighs. He felt a wave of smug satisfaction through the bond. He knew that Spock’s fra’als must be full and ready by now but still on the outside Spock seemed entirely unaffected.
“I’m sorry Elroy, I think some of the food is disagreeing with me,” Jim hurriedly said and jumped up. He stormed off to the toilet. He noticed through the bond how Spock excused himself, explaining that he’d rather make sure his husband was alright and followed Jim.
Jim went to the toilet, into one of the stalls, but he didn’t lock the door. Spock entered a moment later and locked the door behind them.
“You knew where this would lead but you still did it. That’s not logical, Jim.”
“You should know by now… that I’m often illogical, ashayam,” Jim said, a little out of breath. Spock wasn’t sending him an image anymore, but it was still in his mind.
“Will you fuck me now?” Jim asked.
“I will not,” Spock answered firmly but with a glint in his eyes that let Jim know that he was planning something. And sure enough, a moment later, his hands were grabbed with full vulcan strength and pushed against the wall above his head. Spock careful left room between them, so they weren’t touching anywhere else. And then the image was shoved into his mind again. Him bent over the desk, Spock behind him, still one fra’al exploring him, another pressing against Jim’s rim, just to breach him a little moment later.
“Close your eyes, Jim,” Spock said. Jim leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the images in his head wash over him. A third fra’al getting into him, they were all moving independently, letting Jim feel everything they did, pressing against his prostate again and again. More and more of them pressing into him. Jim felt his real asshole clench around nothing. He was whimpering desperately. Wanting something in him. Anything, a finger a dildo but of course mostly Spock’s fra’als fucking into him, slowly stretching him out. But Spock let him know that this wouldn’t happen, that he would get fucked in his mind and that Spock intended him to soil his pants completely untouched.
The door to the toilet opened and Spock pressed a hand over Jim’s mouth while he was intensifying his presence in Jim’s mind. Jim was writhing desperately. He knew he need to be as quiet as he could but he felt so desperate. There was already a wet spot in his underpants where he leaked precum. He opened his eyes and looked down; in Spock’s pants he could see his fra’als writhing. He wanted them inside of himself so desperately. He begged Spock wordlessly to at least be allowed to suck on them but Spock denied him.
The door finally opened and closed again and they were alone once more. Spock dropped his hand and Jim was whimpering audibly. He was thrusting his hips into the air desperately but Spock made sure he wouldn’t be able to get to him and so Jim was left desperately wanting.
“If you are good now, I will let you have all my fra’als once we are back home,” Spock said.
“I’m good, I’m good, I’m good,” Jim begged desperately.
“Then come for my, my love.” Spock’s voice was deep as he said it, him calling Jim his love made Jim go crazy and at the same time he was met with an image of all of Spock’s fra’als having him stretched out and thrusting hard into him, making him scream. Jim threw his head back and the moan he let out as he came in his pants might have been audible outside of the restroom. Spock had a hand placed on Jim’s face now, holding Jim’s face through his orgasm, still showing him how he would fuck him later on.
Jim finally collapsed into Spock’s arms after he had finished and Spock held him for a moment.
“We should return to the feast,” Spock said. “Don’t forget your promise.”
Jim wasn’t sure how he was supposed to be attentive for the rest of the evening, knowing what Spock had planned for later today. And of course, with the wet patch in his trousers that he needed to ignore because otherwise people would possibly ask him if he was alright.
Spock pressed his lips against Jim’s forehead and then stepped back, unlocking the door so they could leave. Jim dreaded the rest of the evening, but he had to get through it and knowing what was waiting for him at him, it would hopefully be easier.