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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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Keenser tilted his chin at a distinctly sarcastic angle. "What if I actually was female?" he asked. "Seems like the kind of thing you should find out. Earlier than eight months down the line, I mean."

He shot a sly, crafty look at Scott, and said, exaggeratedly offhand, "Unless you were waiting for a... personal examination"

Scotty shot a You're sure you want to fuck him? look to Keenser.

Keenser shrugged. I'm in if you are, he shot back.

Well, he is attractive for an ass, you know? Scotty blinked twice innocently.

Keenser smirked, then made a not bad, I guess. face. After an exaggerated moment of contemplation, he ran an appreciative gaze over first Scott, then Kirk. Not bad, he repeated the look.

What are you thinking? Scotty furrowed his brow.

Then he leaned in and prepared to give Keenser a proper kiss.

Keenser's grin turned wicked as he accepted the kiss, keeping it hard and deep, but brief. Breaking the kiss, but keeping the proximity (because damnit, it felt nice), he shot a challenging look over at Kirk. Well? he seemed to say.

It was like listening to half a conversation. He couldn't read Keenser's face like he could a human's. He didn't understand it, but he was curious to learn.

The kiss was actually a surprise. Kirk leaned back, watching them both. "So, am I getting a demonstration?"

Not exactly how he expected to spend his evening. Not that he was complaining.

Scotty just rolled his eyes again, and with a Oh come on grabbed a hold of Kirk's arm and tugged lightly.

With a small laugh, Kirk let himself be pulled forward. He looked over the older man, at his completely alien boyfriend, and just... grinned. Should be a fun night. He leaned in, but looked to Keenser. Was the little tree-man really okay with this?

Keenser wrapped his hand around Kirk's other arm, and rubbed his thumb lewdly up the inside of Kirk's wrist. Shooting a heated glance at Scott, he stretched up to claim Kirk's mouth in a heated kiss.

Scotty chuckled and quietly pulled Keenser's glove off as carefully as he could.

It was a new level in weird-alien-sex bingo for sure. He was suddenly being kissed, which was a point in the 'this could be hot' book because Keenser took the initiative. The mouth against his was definitely rough, definitely like... well, bark.

Cooler bark. Warmer than a tree, but cooler than skin. It was an all together weird sort of sensation, the fact that the tree was alive and determined to kiss him. Kirk used his lips, the tip of his tongue to ... test. Learning a little more physically about Keenser as his hands were caught - one by Scotty at the arm, the other by Keenser at the wrist with an oddly Spock-like-touch at the wrist.

Kissing Kirk was different from kissing Scott. There was a sweetness to Scott's kisses, and a curiosity to Kirk's. The Captain kissed like he was exploring, like he wanted to map out Keenser's mouth the way he mapped out uncharted space.

He was acutely conscious of Scott's eyes on them, and he shivered, both at the heat of that gaze, and the delicious slide of glove and sleeve that left him totally naked, with both pollen slits exposed to warm air and scrutiny.

Keenser gently ended the kiss, giving Kirk's captured wrist another stroke, and looked up at Scott. "Your turn," he invited.

Scotty just smiled and stroked a pollen slit quietly before dragging Kirk over by the arm and giving him a kiss.

More familiar, however unfamiliar the mouth was. Scotty was a lean bundle of lanky muscle, his hands quickly discovered with a slide up his body. With the more familiar, Kirk could skip exploring and go right into turning the hell on. His tongue slid across Scotty's lower lip, lips lightly teasing to encourage more out of the engineer.

Watching Scott kiss another man was... strange. And - fascinating, really. From his outside perspective, Keenser could pay attention to the delicate flutter of eyes slipping shut, the shift of muscle in Scott's jaw, the rising flush of arousal and excitement that colored his cheeks and ears. Scott was gorgeous.

Keenser made a low, appreciative noise at the back of his throat and reached up to cup his palm around the nape of Scott's neck.

Scotty shifted a bit to look at Keenser, still keeping his lips moving over Kirk's. Like this?

Kirk pulled his head back slowly, a grin coming up to his lips. Scotty was a shy thing, it seemed. Keenser seemed the bolder of the two. He glanced to Keenser, the hand up on Scotty's neck, and boldly reached out to brush the backs of two nails lightly down over Keenser's wrist where the pollen slit was.

The brief, maddeningly light touches to his pollen slits, coupled with the sight of Kirk's wicked grin and a gorgeously disheveled Scott were beginning to cause unmistakable physical effects. Keenser squirmed, reveling in the rough rasp of fabric against the delicate underflesh bared by his bark, which was slowly retracting in arousal.

Keenser moved his hand down, stroking in one firm line from Scott's neck to his ass, which he gave a firm, possessive squeeze. Then, he stepped back and eyed the two men appreciatively. "You're wearing too many clothes," he informed them.

What else could a boy do?

Scotty blinked twice suddenly and pulled his shirt off.

He could handle that. "You are too then." Kirk leaned back in the small space, stretching out. He tugged up the edge of his shirts and pulled them off with ease, watching Scotty and Keenser to study what they both looked like beneath uniforms.

Fair enough. Keenser pulled off his own shirt. All along his back and lower abdomen, his bark was beginning to contract, revealing engorged underflesh in shades of moist, shining jade, cerulean, and violet.

"It moves..." Kirk just about breathed out, looking over Keenser for a moment before grinning. His fingers came out and gently brushed the soft skin he could see, eying Keenser's reaction.

"So does yours." Keenser smirked back, with a meaningful nod towards the unmistakable bulge in Kirk's pants. He sighed and leaned into the touch. "Careful of the purple," he warned. The small, infrequent blotches of purple along his spine, chest, and lower extremities were his aural structures; exposed to the open air as they were, he could feel every tiny air current, every vibration and hum of the ship, two sets of heartbeats as human blood pulsed through human veins, and the tiniest hitch in Scott's breath.

Direct contact to his aural structures could easily become uncomfortable, disorienting, painful. Anything more than the most delicate of touches hurt.

Safer to touch was the green flesh of his photosynthetic structures, or the blue patches that were his heat-sense. Both were sensitive, but not overly so.

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