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

[kirktastic]

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.

Comments

Kirk/Spock - If Kirk has anything to say about it!

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

There was something that throbbed in him as he watched Spock step onto the bridge, and throb harder when he said that single word, that title. No one ever said James T. Kirk didn't have an ego.

"Commander." Jim purred that word somehow still keeping it professional as he leaned just a little farther back in his chair. "Surprised to see you've left your quarters at all, considering..."

Kirk/Spock - Perhaps he should think again.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Oh, he knew Jim had an ego. And occasionally, an ego needed to be stroked--but only at the appropriate time.

"Considering you are not residing in them?" When he stepped up to Jim's chair, he paused for a moment as if inspecting, and then began walk around him, examining the sight from all angles with measured and quiet footsteps.

"You should relocate."

Kirk/Spock - Did you know Vulcans decended from cats?

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Kirk suddenly knew what it felt like to be prey under a cat's eyes. He felt stalked, studied. He stretched out a little further, knees further apart, chest out a bit. Relaxed, comfortable. Not prey. "I think I'm find just where I am. Where I'm meant to be, after all."

He may or may not have stroked a hand down his chair lovingly.

Re: Kirk/Spock - Which is clearly preferable to loud, hormonal monkeys.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock stopped right at Jim's shoulder, glancing down at him with that continued air of silent observation. Then, one arm moved. An elbow balanced on the back of the chair, and his hand curled slowly through the top of Jim's hair. Touching and feeling but not necessarily pulling.

"This seat is as comfortable and familiar to me as it is to you."

Kirk/Spock - Tell me cat man, can you bend in half and give yourself head?

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People seemed to like his hair, that was for sure. Most people would do that as a sign of affection, and Jim... loved it. He leaned into the touch, sighing. "Mm... too comfortable, shouldn't be..." A little protest, protectiveness of it.

Kirk/Spock - Why would I do this when your mouth is readily available?

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"You enjoy complete autonomy over it, Jim?" Quite suddenly, he was murmuring these words right into his ear, bending close at the waist. The hand at his hair slid behind, grasping at the back of his head while the other reached down between his splayed legs. "As I recall, there are several activities you have yet to enact in it."

Kirk/Spock - Oh, Kinky. Too bad I get your ass in the end.

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"I... fuck." He pressed up into Spock's head, head tilting back with the pressure on his hair. "Course I do... mm, gonna help me make up for lost time?" He looked up to those dark eyes, just tilting his head a little. There were so many things he could think of doing to Spock..

Kirk/Spock - Your dossier does not list precognition among your many skills.

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"If I consider your request worth fulfilling." His hand groped through Jim through his trousers, each flex of his fingers slow and firm. "What circumstances were you considering?"

Kirk/Spock - That's because I can hack my dossier. Don't need everyone knowing.

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"Something like..." Jim reached up and grabbed the front of Spock's shirt as his other hand grabbed the back of Spock's waistband. He jerked hard with both, using the arm of the Chair™ as a fulcrum to lever Spock straight across his lap.

"This."

A quick smack across the ass.

Kirk/Spock - Are there any other skills I should be aware of?

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He took in a sharp breath as Jim jerked him forward, right before spilling (completely undignified--!) into his lap. His automatic reaction was to twist and squirm, try to loosen the grip Jim had on his clothing and then--

Spock froze, turned his head to look up at Jim with wide eyes, and then reached up for his throat. So what if maybe the sudden weight distribution (and the continued twisting/squirming) would likely pull them both out of the chair?

Kirk/Spock - Yea, I have a masters in fucking, a PHD in giving head, and my ass is a lethal weapon.

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Jim's eyes went wide as Spock went for his throat, so he did the first thing that came to his mind (whether or not it was a good idea).

He slapped Spock's ass again as hard as he could. "NO!" Like bad dog.

Kirk/Spock - I challenge the validity of your supposed qualifications.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

His captain's hands were strong and broad. And a small part of him had already noted this. For this purpose.

"Jim!" It wasn't a hiss and it wasn't a yell and it wasn't completely indignant. His hand closed tight around a handful of Jim's shirt at the collar, hand nearly shaking with the force of the grip. Then he twisted some more, other hand braced at the edge of the chair, and he pulled against Jim's shirt, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. Something other than sprawled across his lap like this.

Kirk/Spock - Read my dossier, Mr. Vulcan.

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He had to brace himself hard to keep from getting jerked down towards Spock's back at a rapid rate of speed. He growled a little, grabbing the back of Spock's pants and ripping them off of his body. Thank fuck for E-Z Break Away Pants™ designed not to get caught in machinery.

SMACK!

Kirk/Spock - When I am less occupied than the present, Human.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

His entire body jolted with the strike, and his initial efforts to get up froze, just for a moment.

At least he had worn underwear to this situation, nevermind that they were tight and black with red trim and one of his best pairs. If these were ripped, he'd break something, and it was going to be soft, brittle, and human. It also meant that there was one less layer of fabric between his groin and Jim's leg.

His hand slipped from where it gripped the shirt collar, loosening and fisting again around the mid-chest. "Jim," He said again, the syllable breathed out in frustration and confusion, not the least bit emphasized by the flush of jade spread from his cheeks now.

Kirk/Spock - I can read you like a book.

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Fuck, he could feel it. That Vulcan cock was grinding into his thigh, hard as steel. He'd been right - Spock was getting off on this. It gave him a power over Spock not to mention a huge boost to his ego. He ground upwards with that thigh as he delivered another smack, wondering what he could do to get those boxers off.

"...you have exactly ten second to wriggle out of those," his voice was all command, a starship's captain, "before I tear them off your body."

Kirk/Spock - Only what I allow you to read.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The tone just made it worse, exponentially so. Blood ran straight to his groin in a predictable change of flow at the words, at the ground, at the smack that made his skin hotter and more sensitive than than it already was.

Spock took a few breathes--five seconds, six seconds--before he took his hand off the corner of the chair (there would be another opportunity to make his escape without just killing his captain). His thumb hooked under the elastic, and he shifted his hips enough to pull it down his thighs.

Kirk/Spock - I'm a better hacker than you are.

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Jim let out a slow breath he hadn't even realized he was holding when Spock actually listened to him. He got the perfect view of that gorgeous ass being revealed, and he slid his hands over the mildly emerald flush. He gave a tiny smack, just to see skin and muscle rippled.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this. He bent down enough to give a bite on Spock's ass, hard enough to leave a mark.

Kirk/Spock - A postulate based on a single incident.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

His entire body tensed up at the bite, and his hand still gripped into Jim's shirt jerked down hard. "That was unnecessary," He hissed, his other hand already returning to where it braced against the chair. Three seconds away from pushing himself up again...

Kirk/Spock - I was proven right, you can suck it. Literally.

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"Totally necessary." Jim reminded Spock, admiring the bite mark before slapping Spock's ass. It left a delicious hand print, just for a second, before it faded into a flush.

"You fucking get off on this..." A grind against cock, "Can't deny it now."

Kirk/Spock - No thank you.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Another interruption to his steady breathing. Briefly, he closed his eyes, taking in and then compartmentalizing all the sensations before it rendered him completely speechless. Felt so, so hard and why couldn't Jim attend to that instead?

"...I would prefer your hand elsewhere." Neither explicitly confirm nor deny it. Try to direct his actions away from this.

Kirk/Spock - I see through your bullshit and raise you a *SPANK!*

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"I know you would," Jim breathed out, rubbing over the mark, before cracking it again, "...I don't give a shit what you want." He scraped his nails over that hot flesh.

Kirk/Spock -

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The hit and the sharp dig of the nails actually brought an arch to his back, jaw set as he held himself back from uttering a sound to any of it. His hand loosened again from Jim's shirt, dragging against the gold fabric until it settled in that snug little area between their bodies.

"Then what do you want, Jim?"

Re: Kirk/Spock -

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"You." That was simple, easy, strict. "I want you here on your knees with that hot mouth on my cock. I want to feel just how tight you are." His hand skimmed a buttock and between them, pressing a fingerpad there.

Re: Kirk/Spock -

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He expected the touch and yet it still caused him to shiver, drawing in a sharp, soft breath through his nose. His head hung as he tried to wrestle down the intoxicating mix of humiliation and forbidden excitement, otherwise two very troubling emotions if they lacked their own implicit trust, even through this.

"...you have received no such attention here?" He ventured the inquiry, quiet and maybe mocking. His captain had not received any head in his beloved chair yet?

Re: Kirk/Spock -

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"Not yet," Jim admitted, NOT blushing. He gave a small smack for Spock pointing it out. "...Not like I haven't tried." He gave a little glare.

He HAD tried with Spock, if Spock remembered. Spock had denied him.