“Okay, hold up, never mind!” M’Benga covers his ears for fear of hearing the last bit. “I don’t want to hear what he said word for word. Jesus, Spock.”
“You are exhibiting contradictory behaviors.”
M’Benga makes a frustrating noise. “For fuck’s sake - let’s keep this generic.” The doctor clears his throat. “While I personally don’t have much firsthand experience with homosexual relationships, the mechanics are relatively simple and similar to that of heterosexual relationships. I assume, ironically, you have the emotional aspect under wraps.”
“I do not find profuse toil in this particular field. Meditation aids my emotional strain.”
“Right.” M’Benga shuts his eyes briefly; when they reopen moments later, there is a visible edge to it, one typically associated with an on-duty doctor. It is appropriate. “I suppose you understand the premise of intercourse? Of course, that being said, between different couples, this could mean conception or, otherwise, simply pleasure.
“The biggest thing you should be aware of is that it should never cause you pain, if executed properly-” M’Benga momentarily breaks character for half a second, looking somewhat nervous with a quick ‘unless you’re into that sort of thing, I guess’ before returning to his stoic explanation. “-and in those regards, when having… penetrative intercourse, one should always make use of lubricant to avoid tearing and discomfort. Especially if the receiver is new to it.”
Spock blinks once, processing the information in the short second it takes to do so. He takes a breath to speak, but M’Benga beats him to it - perhaps out of fear of what Spock will say.
“It’s also important to remember that anything I tell you will likely be unhelpful when the real thing happens.”
Spock’s eyebrows don’t furrow, but by the way he’s blankly looking at the doctor, it’s implied. “Is requesting clarification and explanation not integrated in conversation for the greater purpose of future reference?”
M’Benga flashes a smile; it’s discrete and rare, much like the situation - Spock asking for help - is. “Yes, but it’s different with things like this. Sex is a buildup of spontaneity, and in cases of romantic entanglement, drastic emotional expression.” A beat of silence lulls the conversation before M’Benga huffs out what sounds like a chuckle. “Both of which, I’m sure, terrifies you of all people.”
“Vulcans do not experience terror.” Spock says, all the while trying to ignoring the unconvincing (although slight) tremor in his voice.
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M'Benga, the Vulcan Sex Expert
FanfictionIn which Spock, whom has been encompassed in a strictly romantic relationship with James T. Kirk for over three months, is finally introduced to a thing called lust. [BXB, Spirk]
