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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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A whole new wave of excitement-uncertainty-(newthings)hope(?) came up, timed right at the end of Jim's words. Momentarily, his breath quickened as he felt the second finger begin to work in, but he dragged himself back down to his base calm with the aid of Jim's thumb at his neck.

What other items have you hidden? Spock questioned with that tentative hope, making another small sound as both fingers pressed, curved again into...

Do you have a suggestion? Jim curved his fingers again, I have quite a... small collection here.

Images flickered in Spock's mind. A few toys that ranged from small to what looked larger than a fist, beads, something strange and curved that Jim's mind supplied would sit snug against Spock's prostate that'd be hot if he kept spanking him make it so Spock couldn't sit tomorrow's shift, the restraints on either side of the chair, a blind fold, a gag not those, he wanted to hear Spock, wanted to see Spock's eyes...

His body gave another light shiver, clenching around Jim's fingers, and then relaxed again. You have the greater imagination. Spock noted, partly afraid of his own answer. Not going to say anything about how those beads tempted his curiosity (what could they be used for?), nothing about testing the efficacy of that strange curved toy, nothing about his usual scoff about restraints, would lull Jim into a false sense of security before pinning him down and fucking him until that smirk faded from his face...

Jim studied what he could grasp from Spock as it continued, licking his lips at the imagery. Spock was as curious as a kitten when it came to his toys then--

The last one made him shudder full-body. His fingers flexed, clenched, and he forced it down. Another time. Now, you're mine. Threat, promise, hope.

As you wish. He conceded, but tucked the idea away for future consideration.

You are still hard, Jim. As if he needed reminding. He pressed back against his fingers a little, not so much a tease but still testing how much control Jim had--over himself.

Kirk's hand left Spock's neck and after a quick smack on the ass, he felt around until he felt for the beads. Not those... those. He smirked as he eyed the length of them. They were a bit of a challenge even for him. He squeezed his other hand, a little warning.

"Think you can suffer a little bit so I can get these lubed up?" A tease, a challenge.

The smack caught his attention, his body jolting in surprise; it also kept his teasing and prodding silent for the most part. At the words, Spock looked over his shoulder at Jim, eying the beads with an honest interest, not even entirely sexual.

"I shall be patient, for you." Quiet and at ease, save for the minute tension in his hands. He'd grab and examine it for himself if he didn't already know that Jim would stop him.

Jim pulled his hand free, flexing fingers and wrist to work out a kink. He gave a tiny smack again, "Ass up, keep it there." It would put tension, strain on Spock's legs to keep it up and steady.

He laid the length of beads across Spock's back, speaking in that low tone, "Do you even know what these are for?" Not letting his thoughts transmit the best he could by keeping his hands from touching skin.

He poured lube over the beads, letting it drip down to the pale green skin.

He didn't see why he had to hold this position now, when Jim was only preparing whatever this was. Now, along with cool drops that hit his skin (and making him shiver again), he had to hold himself up and couldn't keep his entire body relaxed.

"The possibilities are finite." Spock murmured. There were only so many places it could go. "Yet I have no experience with them."

When the beads were slick (and so was Spock's back), Jim lifted them and dangled them in front of Spock's eyes. The smallest was a little smaller than a golf ball, perhaps, and the largest was easily the size of his fist. He wanted Spock to have a nice long look at them.

"You'll find out. Ready?" The smirk was clear in his voice.

Uncertainty came up again as he examined what he could see in front of him. A long string of them, each ball getting consecutively larger...his predictions on where this would go and what it would do narrowed considerably.

"...yes," He finally said with a small nod.

Jim smirked more, forcing Spock's ass up just a little bit higher, and grabbed just behind the first bead. "Just relax, Spock..."

He rubbed it in slow circles against the sensitive flesh, waiting until he could feel the smallest relaxation before pressing it in. It would take a few beads for the sensations to really hit, as the body sucked in each bead and relaxed around it, holding it in tight.

Spock tried to keep himself calm. Slow, steady breaths, eyes closed as he tried to concentrate on the feel of each bead being pressed in. Indeed, as he took in the third bead, he drew in a shaky breath, shifted--and let out a soft sound, becoming aware all at once of how they filled him, and by how much.

"...Jim." Uncertain about how much he could take, especially when he was already hot and sore.

"You're doing great," Jim whispered, his voice pure encouragement. "You can take so much more than this..." He stopped, for a bit, feeling the burning heat coming off the emerald-flushed skin on Spock's backside as he rubbed it with his hand. "Just feel it... bet if you squeezed you'd feel them press right up against your prostate," Not the most romantic of words, but... well, Spock was Vulcan. Maybe he'd let it slide.

"Bet the next one and all the ones after that, you won't even have to squeeze..."

He could care less how romantic Jim made his words. Half of it he wasn't hearing but feeling, not so much the words but the tone, encouraging and kind. At Jim's suggestion, Spock squeezed and was met with more feeling than he expected. His body squirmed again on Jim's lap, and when he finally settled, he beckoned, "Continue." He didn't stutter on the initial consonant.

"Good." Jim turned the beads, just giving different sensations to the Vulcan across his lap. He pushed Spock's hips forward a little so Spock's need hung between his thighs instead of grinding against one.

At the same time, he pressed the next bead in, about half the size of his fist. He worked it in nice and slow, spreading his other hand across Spock's neck again and feeling.

Once the bead slipped in, Spock arched, neck pushing back into Jim's hand. Full! He argued Jim's supposition that he could take more than what he had already. Worse, that he could take the entire string, with the last one the size of a man's fist? Impossible. It pressed right into him as it was, made it difficult to focus.

His hand squeezed, shuddering as he heard that cry in his mind. He took in, and let out, a slow breath. You can take it, Spock. I know you can. You're going to clear your mind of everything except my hand on the back of your neck, and you're going to relax for me. Relax, just let me do the work. Let your body open up for me. Just let it open for me. Take a slow deep breath and let me take care of you.

I... Half-formed protests bubbled up in his mind but none of them came close to being actively voiced. He took in a deep breath, held it for two beats--still nervous--before letting it out and letting his body relax with it. His thoughts narrowed to Jim's hand, the weight and feel of it. .

"Good." He pulled back just slightly on the trail of beads, encouraging Spock to open from the other side, before pressing forward with the last bead. He watched flesh expand, Spock's body tense. His fingers tightened on the back of Spock's neck then loosen. Relax. Take it in...

It was a different kind of control he had to maintain over himself. Rather than holding his body to be stiff and precise, he had to keep his muscles from tensing, from catching and holding his breath...

When it finally slid in, Spock took in a deep breath and let it shudder out of him. Too full, large and pressing and still too full and Jim...

"Told you you could do it," Jim's voice praised, his fingers stroking the backs of thighs, over buttocks. "You know how you look right now? Fuck..." He moved his hand to squeeze, groaning quietly.

He bent down to murmur by Spock's ear, "...took it all. It's going to feel even better in a minute." He reached down and gave a tiny tug on the beads, not nearly enough to pull it out.

"Hn--" The sound was forced out of his lungs, shaking a little as he felt the sudden (though comparatively small) pressure, centered in an area that he was already too sensitive to begin with. "How will it...?" It was beyond his limited imagination at the moment to figure out what Jim implied by his words.

Jim shifted Spock's body, enough that he could slide his fingers down between them, under Spock's body, so he could wrap them around the hardened flesh that hung down. "If I even think that you're holding a single sound in? I'll stop." He squeezed.

His head hung and his body tensed up at the squeeze, in turn squeezing around the beads inside him and groaning quietly as they pressed again. He was right at the edge of something, but didn't know which way to fall for relief. "Cruel," Spock breathed. He wasn't supposed to be this expressive, this loose with his reactions.

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