kirktastic | [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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Kirk glared up at him, all defiance, shifted beneath him with hard rapid breaths and demanded his freedom. Just like that. Like it would be granted to him because this was his ship and he was her captain.

So you can shoot me? Again.

Ayel nuzzled with his hand, curled close and hot across the back of James' head, just to prove that he could. ~~Shouldn't feel so good.~~

Teeth flashed, lips curved, but there was nothing real about the smile. The slap that accompanied it was pretty solid.

Angry. He had to stay angry or he was going to get--

"No."

A denial as much to himself as to James.

Pain bloomed along the side of his cheek, shocking him hot-cold in reality. His head rang with it, a flash of white-blue-red that should have worried him. His eyes went wide, staring up at Ayel in surprise.

Lips peeled back to display his teeth like a wolf, refusing to give in. Where is anyone!? Can't be happening on my own god damn ship! Bastard weighs a ton! He tried to pull his head free, but even feeling strands separate from scalp, it wasn't enough to free him from the awkward position Ayel was holding him. Even if he managed to roll or buck or twist Ayel off, that grip in his hair made it impossible to get himself free.

His hand snaked up hard and fast for Ayel's throat. At least parts of him were free. He would never stop fighting.

Short strands of gold shivered loose in his grip as James pulled against him, tilted up under him in an effort to pull free.

Cool fingers clenched tight, spasmed closed at the base of his throat, forced his head high and trapped his windpipe up. Didn't quite pinch it shut, that arm folded tight all along his bare chest as they struggled.

Ayel wasn't made of stone. But he was starting to feel like it. Right between his legs.

"Hold still."

Just a gasp. It was too hoarse to sound desperate.

Kirk twisted, squeezing. He bucked upwards, and... and... no. He could feel Ayel hard against him. The sick bastard was enjoying this?! Kirk growled, squeezing harder.

James pushed to get enough power behind it, fingers jutting like knives under Ayel's chin as he pressed, rocked up and squeezed hard. He actually managed to cut off the last of Ayel's air. Made him choke and everything.

Stronger than he'd thought. This was bad. This was very bad. Should definitely pound Kirk's head into the floor, now.

Blood humming in his ~~groin~~ ears, in his throat, squeezing back against that hand and he was pretty sure he'd never live this down anger shame anger want.

He let go, instead, reached up to grip Kirk's hand with his own. Fitted fingers together, prying down, clawing to get a breath as his other hand tore at the collar of Kirk's uniform. His leg would just have to be enough insurance against that gun, had to trust that James was sufficiently distracted.

Ayel would do his level best to keep him that way. He ground back against Kirk's hips, rattled out a snarl.

There was not even a hint of a moan in it.

The last pieces of his shirt uniform were tearing away, freed from his body and left to fall to the floor smeared by their sweat. He could hear Ayel's choked breath, then silence as his hand was forced down from the tender flesh.

Couldn't reach his phaser, couldn't get past a strong thigh that he scratched his nails down. But his head was free. He started to try and hook his arm under that same thigh, trying to peel the other body off of his. His body hummed, screamed, thrumming as Ayel tore at him, ground against him.

It shouldn't have made him shudder.

Kirk was fairly clawing his leg, trying to pry cold human fingers in past his thigh, wracked by a shudder as he glared up at Ayel.

He smirked and squeezed down hard, pinned the back of Kirk's hand on his own hip and trapped it beside--well. It was not his that fault James struggled so beautifully.

It was just a--rather prominent natural reaction. That was all.

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

Shit-eating grins are foolproof camouflage.

Re: Shit-eating grins are foolproof camouflage.

...I did not have you figured for the breathplay type.

How much you guys choked me? I figured that was natural for Romulans!

That why you hesitated before you pulled the trigger? Huh. Okay. &hearts;

No, just wanted to get my witty line in.

Line. Pole. Worm. I know there's a fishing joke in here somewhere.