James T. Kirk

One thing was certain: he had underestimated the flood of thoughts and emotions that would occur when he was in contact with all four of them at the same time. There was the foundation of Nyota's thoughts, seductive and keeping him rooted in reality, the somewhat-familiar flavour of Leonard now spiced with lust that feels warm and smooth, and then Jim's image. Spock already received it with startling clarity, but his own imagination filled in the blanks and sharpened the corners, hypothesized the possible physical sensations. Not only could he feel them, he could see them, Nyota and Leonard already half-nude...

It was, in short, overwhelming. His counterparts would have to erect their own shields against the accidental broadcast.

Spock closed his eyes, let out a shaky exhale (that wasn't a moan, by his own waning control) with his chin falling a little towards his chest before opening them again, to glance over to Leonard. Jim suggests that you fuck me. He informed him bluntly, so that the words would pierce through his own hazy thoughts. If any Vulcans were to see him, they would say that the edge of his lips was curling into a smirk. Is this a valid possibility? Would you enjoy that activity, Leonard?

He wasn't completely certain he himself would go through with it, but that wasn't the purpose of the question.