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“Anything you want.” Jim insists, pressing a kiss to Spock’s cheek; his lips land directly on a sensitive meld point, and Spock would not be surprised to find that this was, in fact, a deliberate move on his husband’s part.

Standing before the doors of the study chamber, Jim at his side as they scroll through the remaining list of acts the Promptians have requested demonstrations on, Spock considers what he would like best to do with their remaining time on the planet.

“I got to fuck you in a barn.” Jim reminds him, “That’s been on my to-do list for years, and we didn’t have to go to podunk Iowa to do it. So pick whatever you want, and let me say thank you.”

Spock would like clarity on the word podunk at some point, but given Jim’s present mood of generosity, he will wait to ask; speaking of Iowa, or anything in his childhood, rarely left Jim in a pleasant state of mind.

Pleasant states of mind…

Hurriedly scrolling through the Promptians list, Spock makes his selection and taps the screen to bring up the controls for the settings. Engaging the program, he gestures for Jim to precede him into the holo-suite.

“Such a gentleman.” Jim grins, pressing another kiss to Spock’s cheek and stepping through the open doors.

His reaction to the scenery within does not disappoint.

“Wow, Spock.” Jim breathes. “Look at this place.”

The holo-suite has truly outdone itself this time, the sweltering warmth of a greenhouse and all its accompanying greenery towering over them in the humid space. Flowers and trees, vines and brushy undergrowth fill the space to overflowing, all of it a riot of green and bright colors beneath the artificial sunlight of the holo-suite.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

With a curious glance back at Spock, Jim wades into the greenery, pushing aside branches and ducking beneath a low hanging vine to seek out the room’s other occupant. Knowing full well who’s in the chamber with them, Spock follows after him, admiring the way the heat of the room has already drawn a slight sheen to Jim’s skin.

“Flower!” Jim cries when he finds the centerpiece of the holo-suite’s present configuration; a large white bed, with a very naked doppelganger of Jim kneeling in the center.

Staring back at Jim with the same shockingly blue eyes, Flower cocks his head to the side in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“That’s your name.” Jim happily reminds the double, stripping out of his pants and bouncing his way onto the bed to snatch his look alike up in a hug. Flower’s confusion is replaced with a happy smile at Jim’s easy affection, and Spock takes a steadying breath.

“Oh, okay.” Flower agrees readily; though his programming doesn’t retain ‘memories’ of each prior iteration of his existence, he is still hardwired to be accommodating and pleasing to the visitors of the chamber.

Staring at the pair on the bed before him, Spock takes a moment to be grateful for his clever bondmate’s ability to dabble in systems he shouldn’t; if the rough start of their initial meeting at the hearing for Jim’s tampering of the Kobayashi Maru was the price he had to pay in order to have this today, Spock would eagerly pay it again.

Because there are two blond men staring at him, wearing Jim’s face; eager and curious, their blue eyes shining. The only visually distinguishable aspect between the pair is that his Jim has a sprawl of black ink down his side. Taking off his own shirt, Spock approaches the bed; from closer up, there are two more subtle differences between the doppelgangers, and he sends a curl of amusement down the bond to his precocious husband.

Jim’s hair is slightly longer than Flower’s, and his sex is decidedly more interested in the proceedings already; hard and jutting out from his hips while Flower remains flaccid, held captive by Jim’s arm flung over his shoulder as the pair watch Spock approach.

“So!” Jim chirps when Spock starts to strip out of the rest of his clothes. “What’s the plan?”

:Hurry up!: Jim presses into the bond. :Get naked!:

Huffing aloud at Jim’s impatience, Spock bats at Jim’s insistent mental presence and circles the bed instead of immediately joining the pretty pair.

:We are pretty, aren’t we?: Jim sighs happily. :I’m gonna develop a complex from this trip, I just know it. Gonna get hard just walking past a mirror at this point.:

:You speak as if that is not already a problem for you.: Spock points out, just to hear Jim’s laughter float through the bond. 

“Flower, what do you wish to do?” Spock asks in lieu of replying directly to Jim’s initial question.

Jim turns a curious gaze on the double looped beneath his arm as well, clearly intent on his answer.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Flower blushes, ducking his head sheepishly. “I don’t want to impose; whatever sounds fun for you, I think.”

Smirking at the doppelganger’s timidity, Jim reaches down and fondles Flower’s soft sex. “You sure there’s nothing you want from us?”

Flower’s answering gasp is gratifying, and Spock finds that he would like to be closer to the next one; climbing up onto the bed, he kneels in front of Jim’s double, sitting back on his heels. 

“Come on, Flower.” Jim asks again, softer this time; he’s circling around to the doppleganger’s back, pressing a trail of wet kisses to the pale replica of his own shoulders as he goes. “Tell us what you want.”

Spock reaches out, resting his hands on top of Jim’s when they settle on Flower’s hips. The double has his eyes closed, head tipped back and to the side to receive Jim’s easy affection, and Spock cannot resist the siren song of the exposed column of flesh.

Leaning forward, Spock presses his lips to the warm skin of Flower’s neck, kissing down along his collar bone. Touching the holo-suite’s duplications of his bondmate is a unique experience that Spock had initially found mildly disconcerting; unlike every other living being he’d previously encountered, the doubles felt… hollow. 

There was no insistent pressing against his shields of a mind inadvertently responding to his Vulcan telepathy at their touch. The strange emptiness of touching a visually and physically sentient person, without even a sense of the mind behind the movements and thoughts, had taken some getting used to.

Jim’s easy acceptance, no doubt born of his own psi-null status, had certainly helped Spock overcome any misgivings.

:Stop thinking so much.: Jim huffs into the bond.

With a start, Spock realizes that he’s inadvertently been sucking an impressive bruise into the side of Flower’s neck, and the double is writhing in his and Jim’s shared grasp.

:Kiss me?: Jim asks, meeting Spock’s slow blinking eyes over Flower’s shoulder.

In lieu of a worded response, Spock leans forward and captures Jim’s lips with his own.

The spark of psionic resonance that echoes happily between them is a welcome respite from the strange hollowness of the double, and he eagerly draws Jim’s tongue into his own mouth. Jim reacts to the pulse of affection Spock sends his way through the bond with a delighted hum and a smile that threatens to break the seal of their lips.

“I-I think-” Flower gasps, turning his head and going almost comically crosseyed as his eyes try to focus on the two lovers kissing over his shoulder. “I want more. M-more touching, please.”

“So polite.” Jim murmurs against Flower’s ear after breaking off of his kiss with a gasp. “Asking so nicely.”

Against his thigh, Spock feels Flower’s now fully engaged length twitch at the easy praise Jim has given him.

“Do you like that?” Jim asks, teasing his teeth at the lobe of Flower’s ear; letting Jim take the lead, Spock tips his head over the double’s other shoulder and duplicates the act.

“Yes, please.” Flower gasps, his hips rocking beneath Spock’s fingers where they’re entwined with Jim’s own on the double’s hips.

“You like being told you’re a nice boy, a good boy?” Jim clarifies, his voice having taken on the soothing rumble that makes Spock’s own ears feel super heated and set his fra’ls to swelling in their sheath. 

“I do.” Flower pants, nodding his head so hard that he dislodges the bonded pair from their assault on his ears. “Wanna be good for you, please?”

With a carefully measured breath, Spock attempts to rein in the spike of arousal that shoots through him at this declaration; his fra’ls do not respond to the wordless command to remain sheathed though, and they spill out, immediately reaching for the surprised doppelganger before him.

“That’s it, now we’re talkin’.” Jim murmurs, sliding his hands free of Spock’s grasp and reaching for the fra’ls. He pets at them with gentle, coaxing strokes, and Spock shudders at the sensation; Jim’s touch is always welcome on his body, and the easy familiarity with which he manipulates Spock’s sex is erotic in its own right.

With a practiced wriggle of his fingers, Jim sets the fra’ls to work; one looped around the heated testes hanging between Flower’s thighs, and the other lashed loosely to the thick shaft of the double’s straining member. It twitches beneath Spock’s sensitive fra’ls, and he slowly strokes at Flower’s length with the slick appendage.

“That’s it, doing so good Flower.” Jim hums, pressing another kiss to Flower’s shoulder. His hands, visibly slick with Spock’s own lubricant, pet at the sensitive skin beneath the doppelganger’s navel. It’s a highly erogenous area for Jim, and Spock stares down between his body and Flower’s, enraptured by the shudder of arousal that shakes the double’s body. 

“Very good.” Spock agrees, his own arousal spiking when the praise wrings an excited burble of pre from the head of Flower’s sex. 

“That’s right, Spock.” Jim praises him. “Talk to him, tell Flower here what a good boy he is. Touch him, too.”

Denying Jim’s orders is hardly ever within Spock’s admittedly wide skill set, and doing so when they align with his own desires is doubly difficult.

“Such an attractive specimen you are.” Spock says softly, coasting his hands up the front of the near-perfect replica of his husband. Flower’s nipples are just as sensitive to touch as Jim’s are, as evidenced by the strained whimper that emerges from the double’s lips when Spock thumbs them on his way by. “So sensitive, and so very eager to be touched.”

Pressing his palms delicately to the sides of Flower’s neck, Spock takes the docile creature’s mouth, licking teasing strokes against his lips in a bid for entry. Jim is always so hungry to have Spock inside of him, in any way, shape, or form, that the novelty of Flower’s hesitation is highly arousing.

Jim is far from idle on a good day, and today proves to be no different; whatever he does to Flower’s body, out of Spock’s current line of sight, has the double gasping. Striking at the opportunity, Spock darts his tongue inside the double’s mouth, licking up the stuttered groan of approval that Flower gives in response to whatever Jim is doing.

The vibrations feel fantastic in Spock’s mouth, and he presses the kiss deeper, drawing Flower’s tongue into his own mouth and sucking lewdly at the intruding member. A trick he’d learned from Jim, and a highly effective means of stoking ones pleasure higher.

“There you go, good boy.” Jim praises the trembling doppelganger. “Like it when I touch you there?”

Spock’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he casts about with one hand for Jim’s arm, tracing it to his hand and the fingers that are petting at the wet furl of muscle between Flower’s cheeks. The holo-suite doppelgangers are exact replicas of Jim’s own body, including the lubricating glands he’d had done as body modifications some years back.

They are clearly functional on the double as well, since the cheeks of Flower’s backside are slick with want, Jim’s teasing fingers and now Spock’s too sliding with ease between the round globes of muscle. 

“Spock’s gonna touch you too, m’kay?” Jim asks, though it’s fairly obvious that Flower isn’t going anywhere. He hums something unintelligible into the Vulcan’s mouth, and Spock nips sharply at the double’s lower lip in response.

Pulling back with a gasp, a single strand of saliva lingering between their two mouths, Flower gasps out, “Yeah, yes, please- Oh, please.” 

The begging is nearly more than Spock can take, and he rubs firmly against the wet hole, enjoying the slick give of Flower’s body even as he pillages the double’s mouth again.

Jim’s delight is obvious in the bond, and Spock can hear the distinct wet fap fap fap sounds of Jim touching himself to the image they make. 

Releasing Flower’s mouth with a gasp of his own, Spock presses a quick kiss to the double’s lips before he knocks their foreheads together. Shuffling forward and sliding the hand not fondling Flower’s hole down to grip a handful of the double’s cheeks, Spock deliberately times the moment of contact between Flower’s leaking member and his own muscular thighs with an insistent push of his fingertip into Flower’s tight orifice.

“Oh!” Flower gasps, and it is exactly as Spock suspected; the overwhelm of sensation on his body sends Flower into his first orgasm of the scene, wet seed streaking from the tip of his member and coating Spock’s thighs.

“You sweet thing.” Jim coos, slipping a hand around Flower’s front to stroke him through his release, the gentle touch still triggering a high pitched keening of a whimper from the double’s mouth. “So sensitive, aren’t you? Just so easy to please, such a good boy.”

Something that sounds suspiciously like a sob rattles Flower’s chest, but though there are tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, he’s nodding frantically in the affirmative.

“I am good.” Flower whispers. “I’m a good boy.”

“You are.” Spock agrees easily, pressing a quick kiss to the double’s lower lip.

Tugging at the cheek held captive in his left hand, Spock mentally nudges Jim and directs his attention between his own body and Flower’s. When he’s certain that he has Jim’s full attention, specifically on the fingertip that’s been rubbing soothing circles over the pucker of the doppelganger’s backside, Spock strikes.

“Such a sweet boy.” Spock murmurs, gripping Flower’s flesh tight to prevent his escape as he slides the teasing finger into the double’s body. Jim’s eyes are locked on the sight, watching rapturously as Spock slips the digit as deep as it will go from this angle.

:I could watch this all day, Spock. So fucking hot.: Jim enthuses, his blue eyes shining with heated lust; Spock’s eyes are locked on his bondmates face, despite working his finger deeper into the doppleganger’s body.

A shocked gasp escapes Flower’s mouth, and his hands dart up to grasp at Spock’s shoulders. The tight heat around his own finger is ecstasy, and he strokes the questing digit against the silky interior of Flower’s body.

“Look at you, taking the whole thing like that.” Jim praises, wrapping both of his arms around Flower’s torso and squeezing him tight, “Do you like it? Do you like having Spock inside of you?”

With a significant look over the double’s shoulder, Jim gives Spock a particularly lecherous wink. “I know I do.”

“Feels good.” Flower admits; voice breathy and eyes clenched shut, he is obviously distracted by the feeling of Spock’s finger playing with his hole.

With a parting squeeze, Jim releases the double and puts his hands to better use. One slips down between his own body and Flower’s, two fingers spread in a V petting lewdly at the double’s rim where it’s stretched around Spock’s finger, the touch teasing Spock and Flower both. His other hand presses firmly against Spock’s own sex, and Spock cannot help the shallow buck of his hips against the palm of Jim’s hand.

It’s the final straw for keeping his lok tucked away, and the straining member slips free of its own sheath with a wet schlip, everting right into Jim’s waiting hand.

“Tell us when you want more.” Jim purrs, licking a stripe up the side of Flower’s neck before turning his attention back to Spock.

With Jim stroking at his lok, his fra’ls alternately stroking at the attractive double before him and squeezing at the pendulous mounds of his testes, not to mention the tight wet clutch of Flower’s body around his thrusting finger, Spock is enjoying himself.

Immensely so.

:He’s so sweet.: Jim delights in the bond. :Have I ever been this way?:

:You have your moments.: Spock assures him, and Jim presses his front flush to Flower’s back so that he can buss a kiss along his husband’s cheek.

“M-more, please?” Flower asks, his bright blue eyes blinking wetly in Spock’s face. 

“More what?” Spock asks, ever aware of the importance of details. Through the bond, he can feel Jim’s affectionate amusement, but it is Flower’s next words that snare his entire focus.

“Touching?” Flower asks meekly. “Can I have another finger? A-and a kiss?”

:Oh my god.: Jim whimpers, and Spock agrees wholeheartedly.

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“You m-” Spock begins, just as Jim says, “What do we say, when we want something?”

“Please.” Flower replies immediately, the tight grasp of his body clutching impossibly tighter as he sucks in a startled gasp.

“Very good.” Spock rewards the docile copy of his bondmate with another kiss, this one teasing and gentle. 

“He is, isn’t he?” Jim agrees, and it is Spock’s turn to gasp when Jim slips one of the fingers he’s been idly stroking around Flower’s hole right into the double, sliding wetly against Spock’s own and drawing a pleased moan from his two bed mates.

With his arousal ratcheting higher from the touch of Jim’s hand on his lok and the feeling of their fingers tangling inside of Flower’s body, Spock grinds his hips forward, seeking even more friction. 

The flash of inspiration in the bond is Spock’s only warning before Jim is abandoning his slick grip on the Vulcan’s lok, instead reaching for Flower’s own leaking length and giving it a few strokes. The double shimmies in place, practically dancing on their fingers as he delights in the added sensation of Jim’s hand on his body.

Spock can certainly relate, and already misses the touch of his occasionally irritating bondmate.

:I heard that.: Jim pouts, but as usual, he finds his way back into Spock’s good graces with exceptional ease.

Because Jim’s teasing strokes along the fra’l wrapped length of Flower’s sex were apparently in preparation for his next move; pressing the hardened pink member downwards, Jim neatly slots it between Spock’s thighs. The head slides wetly against the admittedly drenched lips of his sheath, and Spock inhales sharply at the erotic sensation.

“That’s it, like this.” Jim coaxes into Flower’s ear, his own hips bumping into the double from behind and causing Flower’s length to glide with ease between Spock’s thighs. The first thrust feels pleasant enough, though it is immediately overshadowed by the pleasure that wracks Spock’s frame when the flared head of Flower’s sex drags back across his sheath.

“F-feels good.” Flower whispers against Spock’s lips, his hands clutching tight to the Vulcan’s shoulders as he gives a tentative roll of his hips.

“Fuck.” Jim curses softly, and Spock is inclined to agree; stuttering movements aside, the feeling of Flower alternately pressing back onto the fingers teasing at his hole and the slick glide of his hard length against Spock’s sheath are swiftly heralding Spock’s own release.

“Ooh.” Flower breathes. “Oh, it feels nice, s-so hot and wet.”

Guiding the almost clumsy thrusts of the double with his fra’ls by tugging them on the intruding member that’s now rocking at a steady pace between his thighs, Spock noses along Flower’s jaw. Pressing kisses to the familiar skin there, Spock is unsurprised to feel a third finger wiggle in alongside his own where it’s still buried in Flower’s body.

“Yes!” Flower gasps, rutting his hips back onto the added stretch of the third finger with reckless abandon. “D-deeper? I want more.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Jim croons, knocking his head into the back of Flower’s own with a soft smile meant only for Spock’s eyes. “You’ll get more, don’t you worry.”

:Spock.: Jim calls into the bond, and it takes the Vulcan’s lust-addled mind a moment to realize he hasn’t spoken aloud.

:Jim?: he replies, utterly distracted by Flower dipping his head down to kiss at the Vulcan’s throat, still loosing the occasional whimper on a particularly pleasurable roll of his hips.

:Need you to trust me.: Jim pants, pressing a tangle of thoughts into Spock’s mind, the overall message saturated with an aroused need.

Trusting Jim is never a doubt; though occasionally, Spock will venture questions given his bondmates general disregard for considering consequences.

Here and now though, there is hardly a moment's consideration before Spock is obliging his mate; abandoning his grip on Flower’s body with his hand and fra’ls, and slipping his finger free of the double’s twitching hole, Spock obeys.

Carefully bracing his hands on the bed behind him, Spock leans back; silently agreeing with Flower’s soft cry of dismay at losing both the stretch in his backside and the hot grip of Spock’s thighs.

His doubts are eased a moment later though, as Jim, sparkling with a sense of victory in the bond, shoves Flower forward. With his knees spread slightly to properly distribute and support his weight, Spock gasps aloud when the sudden movement sends Flower’s hardened length careening up his thighs; the head of his sex pressing insistently at the slick lips of Spock’s sheath before slipping through.

The faltering groan that spills from Spock’s lips is echoed in the desperate cry of the double above him; Spock bucks his hips upwards, drawing Flower’s body deeper into his own as the feeling of wet heat pulses wetly into the tight confines of his sheath.

“S-so tight!” Flower whimpers, his hips humping forward and pressing his spend deeper into Spock’s body. 

The combination of Flower’s sudden penetration of his sheath and Jim’s depraved delight at a plan well executed sets Spock’s own orgasm off, lok pulsing streaks of seed up his own chest and Flower’s as well.

“Fuck yeah.” Jim breathes, “God, Spock, you should see your face-”

The rolling waves of pleasure that are still lapping at Spock’s mental faculties, seemingly endless tides egged on by the continued rolls of Flower’s hips against his own, prevent Spock from replying immediately.

“Look Flower, you did so good.” Jim says in a sing-song voice. “Look how fucked out our pretty Vulcan is.”

With a garbled sound of assent from the double, Spock’s thighs twitch; Flower’s shallow thrusts dragging in and out of his sheath is driving the Vulcan to distraction.

“My turn.” Jim purrs, and Spock distantly acknowledges that his bondmate has been uncharacteristically patient in pursuing his own release.

:I told you, wanna thank you for yesterday.: Jim reminds him, pouring affection tinged ever so slightly with amusement in the bond at Spock’s mildly cum drunk state. :Do you feel thanked?:

In his lap, Spock’s lok gives an interested, if pointed bob; Jim chuckles into the back of Flower’s neck where he’s bent himself over the double’s back.

“You ready, Flower?” Jim asks, pressing a kiss to the knob of bone at the top of the double’s spine. “Want me to touch you, here?”

Spock cannot see it from his position beneath their two bodies, but it is clear as the rays of artificial sunlight streaming through the holo-suites projected plant life where exactly Jim is touching his sweaty double.

And they are both sweaty; pale, freckled skin shining in the leaf scattered sunlight from the sheen of moisture brought on by the humidity of the setting.

To Spock’s desert bred senses, it is wasteful, inefficient, and incredibly attractive as a result.

“Yes, please.” Flower gasps, still rutting at Spock’s thighs with stuttered little half thrusts that nonetheless serve to please the swiftly recovering Vulcan. The sheer girth of Jim’s length is always a delight, and its duplicate is no less pleasing for being attached to a less experienced version of his bondmate.

:You just really like my cock.: Jim snorts.

:It is one of your most redeeming features.: Spock counters, much to Jim’s amusement.

:Noted.: Jim’s laughter rings out in the bond.

“You sure?” Jim teases, and given the reaction of the doppelganger above him, Jim is likely being deliberately antagonistic with said redeeming feature. “‘Cause this is a bit bigger than some fingers.”

An understatement, Spock acknowledges as he spreads his legs wider in an effort to draw Flower into lengthening his thrusts; and also as a precautionary measure for bracing against the potential repercussions of Jim’s actions. 

“Please!” Flower gasps. “I’m ready, I can take it. Wanna feel you inside me, please.”

Spock has no idea how Jim is resisting such beautiful pleas from such a pretty face; the fact that it is in fact his own face should have no bearing on his perception of such raw want.

“Aw, but Flower.” Jim pouts playfully. “If I put my cock in your tight little hole, I might come.”

“I-inside me?” the double asks, sounding somehow doubtful and eager in one breath. His eyes flick to Spock’s own for confirmation and it forces a wheeze of a groan from the Vulcan’s lips.

“Do it.” he gasps, ignoring Flower’s hypocritical concerns about having someone come inside of his body. “Jim, please.”

“Oh, well.” Jim assents, “If you both want me inside this perky little ass, who am I to say no?”

The moment that Jim begins to press inside his duplicate is one that Spock would very much like to see from a better angle; he appeases this wanton desire with the knowledge that Jim is staring down between his body and Flower’s, clearly entranced by watching his length slowly sink into the doppelgangers body and no doubt forming a very clear memory for Spock to replay for his own enjoyment later.

:You just wanna watch me fuck myself silly.: Jim teases, but his train of thought is lost as the tight heat of Flower’s body gets to him.

“Oh, oh.” Flower breathes, thrusts faltering and body trembling as Jim presses inside.

“That’s it sweetheart,” Jim says softly, “take my cock so well, perfect little cocksleeve for me. Fuck, Flower, you’re so damned tight-”

Jim’s words cut off in a stuttered groan as his hips finally press flush to Flower’s backside.

“S-so deep.” Flower whimpers. “It’s inside me.”

“That’s the general idea, yeah.” Jim huffs, before teasing amusement through the bond at Spock at their shared incredulity of the double’s naivety.

“No, I mean-” Flower’s breath takes on a high pitched, desperate quality; despite this, or perhaps because of it, he rocks his hips back against Jim’s body. “You’re really inside me, I can feel it in my belly.”

It is Jim’s turn to shudder with desire, and Spock’s hips buck up of their own accord against the retreating member that’s threatening to slip free of his sheath. Latching onto Flower’s plump testes and dragging the double back towards him with his fra’ls, Spock huffs with annoyed approval when the thick length is settled into his body once more.

“In your belly?” Jim asks, and Spock’s eyes lock with his bondmate’s over the double’s shoulder, Flower’s own eyes clenched shut tight as he no doubt attempts to process the overload of sensation input on his body. “Told you I was gonna come if I got my cock in you. Is that where you want it? Want me to fuck my cum into your flat tummy, maybe give you a nice little bump to play with?”

The flash of molten desire in Jim’s eyes is unmistakable at this short distance, and Spock reaches out to grip at Jim’s thigh, silently urging him on.

“C-can you?” Flower nods frantically. “I want that, yes, please.”

“Aw, Flower.” Jim says consolingly, his hips starting to rock in slow, excruciatingly slow thrusts. “Of course I can do that. I want that, wanna fuck you so bad.”

“B-because I’ve been good, right?” Flower asks, and it’s such a Jim thing to say, Spock’s lok dribbles moisture from the tip with an excited twitch.

“You’ve been very good.” Jim agrees, “And I am gonna fuck you, you sweet thing. But first, we gotta do something for Spock.”

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With another silent order through the bond, Jim hurriedly explains what he wants from Spock; the emotions tangled in the accompanying thoughts are so incredibly hot and bothered that Spock is surprised Jim is able to formulate a plan at all in his current state.

Jim is desperate to come, body a live wire of need and desire.

With only mild disgruntlement at the necessity of the rearrangement in Jim’s plan, Spock moves to obey; dropping onto his back and letting Flower’s dripping member slip free of his sheath, fra’ls beating a hasty retreat as Spock drags himself further up the bed.

Spreading his legs and telling himself that Jim is the only one really watching, despite the obvious presence of Flower and the unknown number of Promptian onlookers, Spock maintains his Vulcan composure; even as trickles of Flower’s copious spend leak from his sheath and slip over his taint before dripping onto the bed below.

“That’s it, fuck, Spock.” Jim grins, eyes shining with a predatory gleam. “So fucking hot, that’s my good Vulcan.”

Like Flower, Spock is not unaffected by Jim’s praise; with a spark of inspiration, Spock deliberately plunges a single fra’l into his sodden sheath. The resulting squelching sounds as he thrusts the slim appendage in and out of himself, spilling seed freely now, sends his ears and cheeks burning hot with hedonistic shame.

“Get down there.” Jim urges, pressing at the back of Flower’s head. “Get to work.”

Flower’s confusion is evident for only a moment before his face is being pressed against Spock’s sex, and the double’s resulting groan when Jim gives him a languid thrust has the Vulcan’s thighs clamping to the sides of the poor blond’s head.

“Let him breathe.” Jim laughs, moving his hands to grip a thick handful of either side of Flower’s backside and spreading them wide as he rocks his length in and out of Flower’s body.

Spock slides a hand to his lok, giving himself a few conciliatory strokes while Flower simply breathes against his sheath; it is not unpleasant, but there are certainly better-

“Flower.” Jim’s voice takes on the edge of command, and another glut of seed spills from Spock’s sheath as his body shivers in response. “Lick him.”

Spock shoves adamant approval down the bond then, because Flower takes orders nearly as well as he takes Jim’s girthy length, plunging now at a growing clip into the clutch of the double’s body. The initial tentative lick against his sheath is more teasing than pleasurable, but the first taste of his own seed seems to awaken some innate sense in the doppelganger, and the following swipe of his tongue against Spock’s slit is far more assertive.

Stroking at his lok with one hand and Flower’s soft yellow hair with the other, Spock revels in the growing confidence of the tongue now aggressively lapping at his sex, Flower eagerly slurping down his own spend from the Vulcan’s sheath. 

“So fucking hot.” Jim pants, his hips working short, stabbing little thrusts that typically indicate an encroaching orgasm. “Look at him, eating you out like he was made for it.”

Spock, were he in his right mind, would happily point out that he very much was made for it, as a holo-suite recreation device; however, since Flower has just sucked not one, but both of Spock’s fra’ls into his mouth, Spock will have to save his witty commentary for later.

Distantly incredulous that he’s swiftly approaching his second orgasm and has not even utilized his lok as anything more than a hand stimulant, Spock soaks in the sensations of his body and the sound of his bondmate’s voice.

“Such a good boy, Flower. Tongue fucking Spock while getting your sweet little ass plowed.” Jim’s words grit out through his teeth, head thrown back as his hips clap with ruthless abandon against the doppelgangers backside. “I’m gonna come, gonna get my cock so deep in your guts you can taste it, fill you up and get you all stuffed full of my spunk.”

A desperate sounding whine breaks the air, and despite the teasing vibrations against his sex at the sound, Spock has a distantly embarrassing thought that the sound may, in fact, have originated from his own mouth.

Flower’s head jerks in Spock’s grasp as the double tries to pull back and away from his sopping sheath, but whatever he has to say cuts off when Spock presses him back down where he belongs. 

“Fuck, Spock.” Jim gasps, even as he tugs Flower back flush to his own hips and lets out a deeply satisfied groan, the bond alighting with forceful waves of pleasure.

A wet spatter against the toes of Spock’s left foot alert him to the fact that Flower, like his maker above him, has reached his climax; with a forceful buck of his hips, Spock urges the double’s mouth to return to pleasuring him, grinding his sheath against Flower’s chin in a bid for some kind of friction.

“How’s that, Flower?” Jim pants, pulling himself free of his doppelganger’s body, his hands disappearing from Spock’s view to fondle Flower between his legs. “You like coming on my cock? I did stuff you pretty good.”

Jim is feeling inordinately pleased with himself, and while Spock appreciates that he’s impressed with his sexual prowess, his own desperation is growing at an exorbitant rate.

:Jim.: Spock fairly growls into the bond. :Please, adun, attend-: 

Scrambling around Flower and dropping to the bed beside him, Jim flings his arm over Spock’s stomach and presses an array of kisses to his face.

Pleased with the affection and yet still distinctly unsatisfied, Spock drops his grip on Flower’s head and uses it to shove Jim’s hand further down. The double is panting heavily against Spock’s sheath, the hot puffs of air tickling his blood-flushed sex and doing absolutely nothing to service the Vulcan, the timid double apparently out of his mind for the time being.

Instead of taking the hint and stroking at his lok the way that Spock wants him to, Jim presses his fingers between the Vulcan’s legs; the moment he crooks two fingers into the hot slip of Spock’s sheath, he is immediately forgiven.

:So needy.: Jim teases, stroking the ridged walls of Spock’s sheath and tangling his fingers in the seed swollen fra’ls. 

:I believe you broke the doppelganger.: Spock deflects, though his hips roll against Jim’s palm in a rather telling fashion.

“Flower.” Jim calls softly, mindful of his mouth’s proximity to Spock’s sensitive ears. “Hey, buddy, you okay?”

A confused whimper emerges from between Spock’s splayed legs, followed by a wet sucking sound; tilting his head to the side, Jim apparently finds the source of the noise and presses laughter into the bond towards Spock.

:He’s got his fingers stuffed up in his hole, playing with my cum.: Jim snorts. :Even I’m not that ba-: 

:I assure you, you are just as bad as he is, if not occasionally worse.: Spock corrects him, pointedly flashing imagery from a previous encounter at him through the bond. Jim, on his knees in an alleyway, lips glowing a ridiculous shade of green from the phosphorescent prophylactic he’d insisted on using, bemoaning said condom denying him the mouthful of Spock’s spend.

Batting back at Spock’s insistent replay of the memory, Jim’s voice is sharper than necessary when he addresses the cum-drunk double between Spock’s legs. 

“Flower! Do you need to be done already, or can we get back to fucking Spock?” Jim asks dryly. 

If he lives to be two hundred years old, Spock will never understand how it is that Jim can take command of a situation so fully while simultaneously coaxing Spock’s body towards another orgasm; he’s pressed a third finger into the Vulcan’s sheath, ruthlessly crooking the tips against the base of his sensitive fra’ls.

“M’so full.” Flower whimpers, tilting his head back to meet Jim’s eyes; his own blue orbs are wet with happy tears, if the shellshocked expression on his face is anything to go off of. Beneath the doubles’ chin, Spock can see that he is petting at his abdomen with his free hand, the other still buried in the stretched rim of his backside. “Feels really, really good.”

“I bet it does.” Jim agrees, “But you know what they say, Flower, sharing is caring.”

At the double’s confused look, Jim wrenches his fingers free of Spock’s sheath, to the Vulcan’s immediate dismay.

“Jim!” Spock gasps sharply; his lok bobbing angrily in his lap at being deprived of any form of stimulation once more.

“Get up here and put your cock in our poor Vulcan.” Jim orders, pressing Spock’s thighs wider with his slick dampened hand. “Let’s see if you can fill him up as good as I did you.”

Eyes flashing with a familiar light at the challenge, Spock very nearly forgives Jim his recent trespass.

:You sure your hormones are all leveled out yet?: Jim teases. :You’re so desperate to get fucked-: 

Compared to the mindless need of the past few days, Spock is entirely within his right mind at the moment; as such, he retaliates against Jim’s teasing with a jab of his own. Snatching up the bond and ruthlessly shoving at Jim’s end, Spock projects the ache of dissatisfaction in his sheath from Flower’s lackluster teasing, the tight strain of his lok lying unused and neglected in his lap.

:I am not desperate.: Spock corrects him as Jim’s mind turns into steaming mush from the heat of Spock’s projections. :I am owed my due.:

Jim’s distressed whimper is an eerie match to the one that Flower lets loose as he shuffles forward on his knees, a strange crawling motion that punts his hips flush to Spock’s own. His arms bracket Spock’s body, one wedged between the narrow space separating Jim from his husband’s side; not once in his awkward clambering did Flower sit upright, and the flash of understanding in Spock’s mind is hurriedly caught up by an equally perplexed Jim.

:I’ll take care of it.: Jim quickly assures him, as Spock’s frustration increases.

“Flower, you like feeling full?” Jim says, his tone soft and gentle when Spock would have it sharp and with significantly more urgency than he is currently utilizing. “Wanna keep my spunk all inside your greedy little hole?”

The filthy words, spoken in a soothing tone, has Spock’s hips wriggling in discontent beneath the bracketing form of Jim’s doppelganger; Flower still isn’t touching him, despite the lashing grip of the Vulcan’s fra’ls attempting to draw the double in closer.

In lieu of a verbal response, Flower shakes his head in the negative, staring at Jim with pleading eyes and biting hard at his lower lip; his hips are still deliberately canted upwards, as if gravity will assist him in keeping Jim’s seed stored away in the core of his body.

“Poor thing.” Jim coos, but his end of the bond is alight with depraved satisfaction. 

:Hurry up.: Spock snaps, echoing Jim’s words from earlier in the day.

Jim’s pathetic attempts at shielding his amusement from Spock’s mind only add to the Vulcan’s rising impatience. 

In an attempt to wring some sort of stimulation from one of the two useless blond’s, Spock takes his lok in one hand and presses two fingertips into Flower’s lightly panting mouth with the other.

“Suck.” he orders, and the look of sheer gratitude on the double’s face is somewhat mollifying to Spock’s growing wrath, especially when he takes to the task with vigor.

Jim’s mutterings at the end of the bed as he shuffles back behind the doppleganger are of no concern to Spock; thrusting his fingertips into the wet sucking heat of Flower’s mouth, he hums his approval at the docile doppelganger when he laves his tongue in rolling strokes along the bottom of the sensitive fingers.

Flower’s excited squeak a moment later produces an interesting vibration on the Vulcan’s digits, and he presses harder into the man’s mouth, chasing the sensation.

“There.” Jim huffs, flopping down at Spock’s side once again and batting his hand away to take up the slick lok still desperate for attention. “Plugged him up good.”

There’s muffled words attempting to escape Flower’s mouth, and Spock begrudgingly slips his fingers free, strands of stubborn saliva sticking between the two. 

“Thank you.” Flower repeats, blinking his shining blue eyes at Jim. “I just w-wanted-”

Having heard more than enough from the timid double, Spock thrusts his fingers back inside Flower’s mouth and gives a sharp tug with his fra’ls, pulling the doppelganger in closer.Flower’s length, still dripping from coming with Jim’s impressive sex buried in his backside, slips wetly against the lips of the Vulcan’s sheath.

:You have the biggest crush on my cock.: Jim crows. :That’s so embarrassing for you.:

:We are married.: Spock protests. :And if you would like to remain that way, I suggest you find a way to make yourself useful.:

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Moving so fast that Spock barely has time to miss the grip on his lok before it’s returned, Jim darts his hand out and cracks a sharp blow to Flower’s backside.

With a yelp, the double’s hips buck downwards, finally forcing his length back into Spock’s sheath and displacing the Vulcan’s fingers from his mouth.

“Break’s over, sweetheart.” Jim declares. “I want you to earn your keep, and give poor Spock here the best fuck you can manage.”

“O-okay!” Flower stammers, rocking his hips forward in a disappointing thrust that does little but smear the lubrication of Spock’s sodden sheath around. “Like this?”

“No.” Spock and Jim say at once, Spock throwing his head back against the white covers of the bed in frustration.

“Harder.” Jim says firmly. “Like how I fucked you. Pull back, and thrust in hard. You won’t hurt him.”

There’s a flash of concern in the bond from Jim’s end as he worries at the holo-suites potential effects on the doubles strength; if he could actually hurt Spock-

:He will not.: Spock hurries to assure him. :The safety protocols-: 

But safety protocols are scattered from Spock’s mind in the next moment, because Flower has clapped his thighs up firmly against Spock’s hips. Hands braced on either side of the Vulcan’s body, Flower spreads his own legs wider for traction and repeats the motion with another resounding slap.

“More like this?” he pants aloud, movements gaining confidence at Jim’s approving nod.

“Just like that.” Jim praises. “There you go. Doesn’t he feel so good? He’s got the best pussy for fucking.”

“It’s n-nice.” Flower agrees, and Spock’s relief at finally getting some form of physical stimulation has his hips humping upwards to meet Flower at the crux of each thrust.

With a pleased sounding whimper, Flower adds, “I like having something inside me while I fuck him. Feels good, like it’s fucking me too.”

“You like that?” Jim breathes, biting briefly at the ball of Spock’s shoulder with excitement as his own strokes on the Vulcan’s lok increase in their pace.

The added sensation of Jim’s hands on him, paired with the hard length of his husband prodding insistently at his hip, has Spock’s mind melting in pleasured delight.

“Yeah, like when you- oh!” Flower’s words cut off in a sharp gasp as spurts of warm liquid flood Spock’s sheath.

Hissing with pleasure at the added wetness to the already damp and sticky mess between his legs, Spock urges the double on. “More. Again!”

“S-sorry.” Flower stammers, though his thrusts haven’t paused even as he came. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t apologize.” Jim assures him pressing a kiss to the arm that’s bracing the doppelganger upright. “Just fuck him harder. He’ll forgive you if you make him come, y’know.”

Spock is not certain that he could be so forgiving, but then Jim’s lips find his own and with the added sensational input of having Jim’s mouth on his again, he’s willing to consider it. Later.

“Please, Spock? M’sorry.” Flower whispers, his hips still humping away at Spock’s sheath, spearing him open with the same girthy sex of his husband. Spock closes his eyes and strokes at Jim’s mind through the bond, drenching it with affection and lustful approval.

With his mouth occupied, Jim still manages to find a way to fill the silence.

:That plug isn’t big enough, y’know.: Jim purrs into the bond. :Not with the way I fucked him earlier. He’s got my cum slipping down his thighs, leaking everywhere because of how hard he’s fucking you.:

With a pleased hum, Spock licks at Jim’s mouth and sucks luridly at his tongue. :He is quite messy.:

As if on cue, Flower bites back a guttural moan, his hips stuttering against Spock’s own as he spurts another load of seed into the Vulcan’s drenched sheath before picking the pace up again. “Feels so good, Spock. You’re so full of me, it’s spilling out all over the place.”

:Wanna add to the mess?: Jim teases. :Come for me, get Flower all wet and sticky with your cum and gimme a taste.:

Spock’s arousal spikes as Jim’s hips start to thrust in a much gentler pace than Flower’s against the Vulcan’s thigh; his mouth still preoccupied with tonguing at the sharp canines of Spock’s mouth.

:You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watch me lick your seed off of his body, maybe tongue fuck some into his mouth so he tastes like you. Fuck, Spock-: 

Jim’s growing arousal, and Flower’s dismayed, “I-I’m gonna come. Gonna come again, Spock, oh- m’sorry! S-Spock!”

:Spock!: Jim echoes in his mind, gripping tight at the Vulcan’s lok.

The subsequent burst of renewed warmth in his sheath, paired with the hot seed spurting up his side from Jim’s own sudden orgasm, sends Spock over the edge.

Body locking up tight, startling a surprised yelp from Flower and a pleased groan from Jim, Spock’s release streaks across his chest and the double’s own. With a deliberate twist of his hand, Jim directs his lok towards his own face, breaking his mouth free from the tangled embrace of their tongues and licking at the streak of seed that’s dripping down Spock’s chin.

“So fucking good.” Jim breathes, body twitching nearly in tandem with Spock’s own as he rides the aftershocks of his orgasm. “So perfect for me, my pretty Vulcan.”

Spock startles as a wet tongue lowers itself to his chest, Flower unknowingly echoing Jim’s depraved imaginings and licking up the hot Vulcan seed that litters his torso.

“Okay?” Flower asks, and Jim rolls onto his back with an amused huff.

With the double’s hips rocking at a gentle pace now, a decidedly wet sounding squish emanating from between Spock’s thighs with every shallow thrust, Spock nods.

“You are forgiven.” he adds, belatedly.

Licking his lips to catch up a stray globule of seed threatening to slip free, Flower practically beams with delight.

With his skin damp with the sweat of his lover, both the real and computer coded replica, Spock sinks into the afterglow; simply basking in the physical sensations from Flower and the heady satiated delight emanating from Jim’s mind.

Spock sighs, thoroughly pleased with himself.