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obstinatrix) wrote2009-09-02 06:19 pm
obstinatrix) wrote2009-09-02 06:19 pm
Ficlet: Five Adventures of Leonard Nimoy's Mouth
Forgot to post this. I don't even know where this came from, besides the kinkmeme, where all my morals went to die.
Title: Five Adventures of Leonard Nimoy's Mouth
Rating: Hard R, I think
Pairing: Ahahahaaaaaaa....yeah. Um, let's see. Leonard/random girl; Leonard/Sandi; Leonard/Majel Barrett, Leonard/Bill, Leonard/Susan. I'm going to hell.
Disclaimer: So didn't happen.
Warnings/Notes: No warnings, really, except for mention of non-public figures, namely two of Leonard's wives. Written for this prompt, which basically wanted Leonard demonstrating his oral sexxing skills. *cough*
1. The first time he ever found himself with his face between a woman's thighs, he had, honest to God, no idea at all what she wanted him to do there. In this day and age, such a circumstance would be ridiculous, but he was nineteen and Jewish and fresh out of Boston, in a world still colored by Brylcreem and the ghost of Hitler. She was a little older, aeons wiser, his first LA girl. He remembers that she smelled like the sea in the morning, and his mind balked at the thought of licking her there even while his salivary glands began to creep with the urge to taste her. She cradled his head and stroked his hair, and gave him instructions with her legs thrown over his shoulders on the cheap motel bed. "Higher - a little higher - oh, oh, oh hell that's it, yeah - "
He didn't even know women could orgasm, until she did.
2. As it turned out, he wasn't the only one who hadn't ever known people did things like that to each other. When he first attempted to kiss Sandra there, she had balked in confusion and pushed him away, but he remembered that first girl and her endless patience, and kissed his way slowly from her knees to the crease where her thighs met her body, until she trembled and her legs fell open in surrender.
He traced the alphabet on her clit until she came with a scream and her hands fisted in his hair, and he was willing to bet she hadn't known women could orgasm, either. Not like this.
Sometimes he wonders whether that was why she agreed to marry him.
3. Majel knew what orgasms were. Oh, Majel could be filthy, filthy, rocking her pelvis against his face and sucking her juices from his fingers. He held her hips and licked deep to the core of her, gliding from her center to her swollen clitoris, flicking his tongue in the way he had learned.
She liked him to suck her like her clit was a cock, and she'd thrust against his mouth with one hand firm on the nape of his neck, holding him steady. Sometimes, she'd called him Spock as she came.
Leonard didn't mind, not really. Secretly he knew it had to be him who made her come like a freight train, every time, because in his personal canon, Spock was shitty at oral, and his personal canon was The Word.
4. He never had a man before Bill.
He's never told Bill this, and he doesn't intend to. It wouldn't do him any good to have Bill realise that his is the only cock Leonard's ever had in his mouth, and Bill's ego probably doesn't need the boost.
To this day, Leonard doesn't know what made him do it. Maybe it was the weather, making everything sticky so the room felt like they'd already had sex in it. More likely, it was the way Bill ran idle fingers up and down the gentle swell at his crotch, that ever-present semi-erection that made Leonard feel weird all over to look at. The sheen of sweat on his neck. His half-open mouth. Whatever. Leonard didn't look at men that way, consciously, but when it came down to it, Bill was fucking hot, so it only stood to reason that fucking him would be hot, too, and he had to start somewhere.
He was on his knees in front of Bill's chair before Bill even registered that he'd left the couch, and Bill's Starfleet pants came open pretty easily when he applied himself to the zipper. Bill was too stunned to do anything except stare, and Leonard flashed him a look and sank down on his blood-hot, hardening cock, Bill still sitting with Tribbles open in one hand.
He said fuck a lot, Leonard remembers that, and he tasted weirdly good. Towards the end he said 'Fuck, baby, baby, that's it - ' and Leonard was ashamed at how much he liked to hear it, how much he absolutely wasn't going to store it up for teasing purposes later.
The first time he did this, Bill came hard enough that he bit into his own hand hard enough to puncture the skin, trying like fuck not to make any noise and alert the rest of the cast and crew to what was going on.
The next nine million times, Bill kind of didn't bother. Leonard took this as a compliment.
5. Susan likes sex. This has always been true of her, in Leonard's experience, and he doesn't doubt that it's always gonna be true. One day, on public television, she tells half the country how devoted she is to making him scream.
Leonard takes it in good fun, but the fact of it is, she must have known she'd get her comeuppance for a remark like that.
And she does, over and over again, as he licks her and circles her and sucks on her clit, crooking a finger inside her until he feels her stomach muscles quiver.
She comes with a rush and, yes, a scream, and he laughs against her wetness because other people's orgasms are dizzying to him, especially when they're people he loves.
"That's my girl," he mumbles, and she swats at his head, which is what she does when words just aren't enough.
All in all, he thinks learning about oral sex was an excellent career move.
*hides under rock*
Title: Five Adventures of Leonard Nimoy's Mouth
Rating: Hard R, I think
Pairing: Ahahahaaaaaaa....yeah. Um, let's see. Leonard/random girl; Leonard/Sandi; Leonard/Majel Barrett, Leonard/Bill, Leonard/Susan. I'm going to hell.
Disclaimer: So didn't happen.
Warnings/Notes: No warnings, really, except for mention of non-public figures, namely two of Leonard's wives. Written for this prompt, which basically wanted Leonard demonstrating his oral sexxing skills. *cough*
1. The first time he ever found himself with his face between a woman's thighs, he had, honest to God, no idea at all what she wanted him to do there. In this day and age, such a circumstance would be ridiculous, but he was nineteen and Jewish and fresh out of Boston, in a world still colored by Brylcreem and the ghost of Hitler. She was a little older, aeons wiser, his first LA girl. He remembers that she smelled like the sea in the morning, and his mind balked at the thought of licking her there even while his salivary glands began to creep with the urge to taste her. She cradled his head and stroked his hair, and gave him instructions with her legs thrown over his shoulders on the cheap motel bed. "Higher - a little higher - oh, oh, oh hell that's it, yeah - "
He didn't even know women could orgasm, until she did.
2. As it turned out, he wasn't the only one who hadn't ever known people did things like that to each other. When he first attempted to kiss Sandra there, she had balked in confusion and pushed him away, but he remembered that first girl and her endless patience, and kissed his way slowly from her knees to the crease where her thighs met her body, until she trembled and her legs fell open in surrender.
He traced the alphabet on her clit until she came with a scream and her hands fisted in his hair, and he was willing to bet she hadn't known women could orgasm, either. Not like this.
Sometimes he wonders whether that was why she agreed to marry him.
3. Majel knew what orgasms were. Oh, Majel could be filthy, filthy, rocking her pelvis against his face and sucking her juices from his fingers. He held her hips and licked deep to the core of her, gliding from her center to her swollen clitoris, flicking his tongue in the way he had learned.
She liked him to suck her like her clit was a cock, and she'd thrust against his mouth with one hand firm on the nape of his neck, holding him steady. Sometimes, she'd called him Spock as she came.
Leonard didn't mind, not really. Secretly he knew it had to be him who made her come like a freight train, every time, because in his personal canon, Spock was shitty at oral, and his personal canon was The Word.
4. He never had a man before Bill.
He's never told Bill this, and he doesn't intend to. It wouldn't do him any good to have Bill realise that his is the only cock Leonard's ever had in his mouth, and Bill's ego probably doesn't need the boost.
To this day, Leonard doesn't know what made him do it. Maybe it was the weather, making everything sticky so the room felt like they'd already had sex in it. More likely, it was the way Bill ran idle fingers up and down the gentle swell at his crotch, that ever-present semi-erection that made Leonard feel weird all over to look at. The sheen of sweat on his neck. His half-open mouth. Whatever. Leonard didn't look at men that way, consciously, but when it came down to it, Bill was fucking hot, so it only stood to reason that fucking him would be hot, too, and he had to start somewhere.
He was on his knees in front of Bill's chair before Bill even registered that he'd left the couch, and Bill's Starfleet pants came open pretty easily when he applied himself to the zipper. Bill was too stunned to do anything except stare, and Leonard flashed him a look and sank down on his blood-hot, hardening cock, Bill still sitting with Tribbles open in one hand.
He said fuck a lot, Leonard remembers that, and he tasted weirdly good. Towards the end he said 'Fuck, baby, baby, that's it - ' and Leonard was ashamed at how much he liked to hear it, how much he absolutely wasn't going to store it up for teasing purposes later.
The first time he did this, Bill came hard enough that he bit into his own hand hard enough to puncture the skin, trying like fuck not to make any noise and alert the rest of the cast and crew to what was going on.
The next nine million times, Bill kind of didn't bother. Leonard took this as a compliment.
5. Susan likes sex. This has always been true of her, in Leonard's experience, and he doesn't doubt that it's always gonna be true. One day, on public television, she tells half the country how devoted she is to making him scream.
Leonard takes it in good fun, but the fact of it is, she must have known she'd get her comeuppance for a remark like that.
And she does, over and over again, as he licks her and circles her and sucks on her clit, crooking a finger inside her until he feels her stomach muscles quiver.
She comes with a rush and, yes, a scream, and he laughs against her wetness because other people's orgasms are dizzying to him, especially when they're people he loves.
"That's my girl," he mumbles, and she swats at his head, which is what she does when words just aren't enough.
All in all, he thinks learning about oral sex was an excellent career move.
*hides under rock*