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[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

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It was thrilling, in a way, being directed like this. He and Jim alternated when it came to their encounters, able to sense who needed what and when and who would take and who would give. But Bones hadn't reached that point with Spock yet, unable to get a feel for what Spock wanted or needed. The bite told him that he was desired, and that felt fucking good... how much further would Spock take it if he let him?

The hand on Spock's shoulder slid up and across the back of his neck, coming to rest in his thick hair, tightening slightly as the hot mouth moved on his throat. He growled his approval at the bite.

"Why are you hiding here?" He questioned against the skin of Leonard's neck. With the growl, he pressed closer, sliding both hands under his shirt so he could press his bare palms to his torso. "Are you protecting your virtue from anyone in particular?"

"My virtue?" he murmured, his mouth finding Spock's temple. The growl went straight to his groin and his hands found Spock's waist, pulling him close enough to feel the results of his attention. "Maybe I just didn't feel like letting anyone near me today."

It was difficult to fight his own reaction to Leonard as his low murmur filtered through him, mind and body remembering and yearning. His hips pressed back. "What of me?" Another brief nip at his neck. "You appear to enjoy this."

Fingernails scratched lightly at Leonard's chest, and softer, matter-of-fact, "Of course, you would be unable to halt my advances."

"I would make you work for it," he told him, breathing harder now, and ignoring the first part of the statement. Yes, Spock would probably break him in two if he tried, but he might get in a shot before he got taken.

"Of course, Doctor," That incredulity came up again, edging his voice as he pulled back just a little. He pushed the shirt up to Leonard's shoulders, tugged a little to encourage him to take the tunic and the undershirt off. "But the reward would be quite satisfying, in my opinion."

Bones complied, the shirts tugged off in one smooth move. He stepped away from Spock as he disrobed, and moved toward another bed, giving himself some space to think.

His eyes took in the whole of Spock, as if to say 'Your turn now'.

Spock watched him, standing still and patient and enthralled. His hands grasped the edge of his shirts and removed the top half of his uniform without breaking eye contact with Leonard more than necessary. And then--more out of habit, but also to introduce the possibility of confusing him, making him impatient--he folded the shirts, a neat little square of fabric at the edge of the biobed.

Then he darted forward, all Vulcan speed and agility. Spock grabbed his hips and pushed him back against the nearest bio bed while he kissed him hard, rough, wanting. Do not provide me such a chance, Leonard.

Bones answered that kiss with the same aching need, his own patience at an end. You think I'll let you take what you want? That I'll roll over for you on command? Bones pushed back again, distancing himself. It's not gonna be that easy.

Yes, it will be. Spock arched an eyebrow at him, as if expecting just that yet not being able to pinpoint why Leonard wasn't. He allowed the distance to come between them, but not enough that he'd have to take his hands off of him. "Unless you have a means, in all your division, to prevent it."

He pressed his body close again, so he could murmur in Leonard's ear, "Provided, too, that you can access it." Unlikely, between Spock's hands and the biobed.

"You can try," Leonard shuddered at the words in his ear. He reached for one of Spock's hands, sliding their fingers together, reminding him that he wasn't unfamiliar with what got Spock off.

Somehow I don't think you'd enjoy an unwilling partner as much as someone who was more actively participating.

His hand clenched tight around Leonard's before relaxing, simply pleased by just having their palms press against each other. What may I trade you for the privilege? He asked, resting his forehead against Leonard's shoulder before he bit at the skin.

His free hand moved over his crotch, feeling that hardness there through the trousers and grinding his palm into it. I recall you enjoyed my mouth here.

He remembered that, Spock's hot mouth, almost unbearably so, sucking his cock. It had been amazing, and to see him now, in front of him doing that would be fucking fine indeed.

"...yes," he nodded, his free hand covering Spock's on his groin, squeezing. Yes. "That. I want that... what do you want?" he asked, eyes narrowed. Best to get the bargaining done now.

There was the slightest hum of pleasure, not explicitly vocalized but ringing out from his mind like a warm bell, not quite sound but a buzz of touch that echoed at every contact point. Now, when actually given the chance, the need to hit fast and get what he felt he needed diminished; he could actually consider it, what he would want most...

Spock finally settled on one option, and possibly felt even more pleased at the choice. "...you are familiar with the muscles and nerve endings of the hands?" To his Vulcan ears, it already sounded lewd.

"I am," he nodded, wondering when the power struggle shifted slightly in his direction. Vulcans and their hands... "What are you thinking?"

"Your hands are very skilled--as well as strong. Enjoyable." His palm ground down again, friction for them both. His voice had already wavered slightly with anticipation. "You could provide a massage, to either or both of mine?" He wondered at the back of his mind if Leonard had truly understood the pleasure he had got from fisting him earlier. Pressure, heat... the prospect of having it all again, but ever changing and around both hands. Spock swallowed once.

There was an anticipation in the air that hadn't been there before.

A quirk escaped the corner of Leonard's mouth. "I could do that," he agreed, nodding at Spock. Fuck, the idea... it sounded so easy but he did know how Spock enjoyed fingerplay, and the idea of concentrating all his energies on that, one making that the focal point - the idea was beyond intriguing, and Bones suddenly wanted to see how far he could push Spock with his hands.

"I hope you will."

Spock moved the focus of both of his hands to Leonard's trousers now, undoing the clasp and the zipper and freeing his cock. No time to get used to his fingers wrapping around its length, no time to adjust to the heat or the pressure. Leonard was already in the optimum position at the edge of the bed with enough support to lean on, so Spock sank to his knees and took him right into his throat.

One hand reached immediately behind him, bracing himself. If the bed hadn't been there, he'd have fallen to the floor, so intense was the sudden heat on his cock, like a warm, wet vise. Bones caught his breath and looked down at Spock on his knees.

His hands moved to settle in Spock's hair, threading more roughly than he intended, but the pull on his cock was intense, pushing all other thoughts from his head other than the amazing sensation of fucking that hot mouth. Canting his hips into and out of Spock's throat, Bones blinked hard at the sight as he held himself up on shaking arms.

His hands held firm onto Leonard's hips, not altering pace but simply wanting the option there. As the activity began to settle into a rhythm, Spock relaxed his throat. Eyes closed, he adjusted to the situation through touch alone, that and--as his thumbs brushed over the bare skin of Leonard's torso--the flickering thoughts of the human he was pleasuring.

Enjoying this? He teased, a small little voice between them.

You have no idea, his thoughts were a jumble of words and feelings, fuck, so hot, how can it be so hot and wet and so far, I can fuck you so deep. He thrust even further, as if demonstrating.

Fingers tangled his hair, thumbs tracing the shells of Spock's ears with each slide inside. Fuck, won't last long...

Do not distress, Leonard. Spock's hands on his hips suddenly tightened, anchoring them back against the biobed. Then he pulled back against the grip in his hair, withdrawing his mouth almost completely before flicking his tongue over the head. I can extend it for you. Tease.

Suddenly unable to move, Bones struggled, though not very hard, to get free. Licking his lips, he looked down at Spock, breathing hard though his mouth.

"...that much longer 'til I can satisfy you," he murmured, a strangled moan as he tried to thrust again.

A worthy point. He conceded, and eased his mouth back down, giving him one slow, thorough suck before half-withdrawing again. The pressure at his hips eased off, but his hands remained where they were.

Bones used the opportunity to thrust in again, then once more, before slowing down. His hands rested in that thick, black hair and he leaned back, his hips starting a slow, lazy rhythm, in and out.

Fuck, that heat... it wasn't going to take long at all...

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