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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Some small retribution, to be able to have made Jim blush despite the situation; he could take the smack in that context. "And you are so certain that I will give you the opportunity here?" Once he was off of Jim's lap he could get his hands on him...

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"In a minute." Jim was content to give what Spock deserved, right now.

He gave another hard smack to that exposed flesh, then another. Another. This time... he wasn't ending it. Spock liked this, he liked this... He'd make sure Spock would have a hard time sitting down for a little while.

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One, two, three, and more, and more. The skin was hot, burning, pain and pleasure mounting simultaneously and rebounding off of each other. "Jim," He breathed at the ninth, twisting his body again in a half-hearted attempt to change the angle to flesh that wasn't already sore. "Jim--" Spock forced out again on the twelfth, his breathing quicker, shallower, gripping tight at the material of Jim's trousers, something to hang on to while he took in the heat and flare of each smack.

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Seventeen. Jim stopped at seventeen, just resting his hand there on Spock's backside. He panted just a little, staring at Spock who was just about throbbing against his thigh, twisting like a fish on the line.

Fuck, you look like you could come just from this.

Transmitting his thoughts through Spock's ass.

He could get to like that.

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This little blip of a discovery did not impress Spock in the least. At least it wouldn't, if he had have a mind to criticize Jim's gutter-fallen mind.

And seventeen. Who stopped at seventeen? He could have taken three more to make a nice, round, whole twenty. He could have even taken it to thirty-four to make it something even (though whether he could have actually taken that many was something else to be seen). The possibility made him impatience, restless.

I will not. Spock argued back weakly, even in his mind's voice. But he wouldn't mind the relief. ...three more--? Twenty?

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"Three more?" Jim purred the words, thinking about it. He rubbed Spock's skin slowly, taking his time. When it finally seemed right -- CRACK! This time he put all of his strength into it.

CRACK!

CRACK!

...He didn't stop at twenty. With each getting progresively harder as Jim realized Spock could take it, Jim went to twenty-five before his hand started to sting too much.

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Spock relaxed with each slow breath that Jim just rubbed slow circles. He wasn't even sure that he would go through with his request, was already regretting goading him further--how hard would he make them?--

The strike had him arching, his whole body lurching forward away from it. He had doubted Jim's strength, to his own detriment now. The twenty-first had been surprising, too, and now he didn't know what the upper limit was. He just took in lungfuls of air, eyes wide but unseeing, his whole body tense for each blow.

When it seemed to stop at twenty-five, his whole body sagged, still taking in those deep breaths, trying to recover some coherent thought. "...Jim." It was hardly a mewl.

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"Going to complain now?" Jim purred the words, even as he throbbed against Spock's abdomen. He didn't even bother to hide how turned on he was. He was sitting in his chair, with Spock twisting and horny and needing over his lap, ass bright emerald and hard as stone.

"Well?" He bent down, breathing by Spock's ear, "Are you? Or can we move on?"

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He swallowed, relaxed his hands from their tight grip. When he bothered to focus on external sensations, he could feel that Jim was just as aroused by the entire experience, and it didn't help matters at all. "...your desires have not changed?"

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"Course not." He reached down and felt along the chair, finding a tube of lube and popping it open with dexterous fingers. He rubbed his fingers across Spock's ass, down between his cheeks, smearing lube slowly.

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The lube, impossibly cool again his skin, made him shiver, shoulders hunching briefly. Through the quiet, he was able to calm his muscles and his breathing, though not his desires. He said nothing; Jim would let him up when he wanted to.

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"Open up for me," Jim whispered, but he didn't just mean physically. He wanted to feel Spock's mind against his here, the truth beyond those walls not just the mirror Spock would only partially let slip. He curved a finger inside, letting Spock get a feel for it.

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His eyes closed as his brows came together, exhaling a breath to the side as he clenched around Jim's finger, less because of the touch and more because of his words. A hand also lay at the back of his neck, a constant, cool weight that encouraged him to keep still. Shouldn't, was the small feeling that flickered through at that suggestion. He kept his shields up for a reason.

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Doesn't matter what you shouldn't. Listen to what I'm telling you to do. Jim said smoothly back, squeezing the back of Spock's neck gently.

Like the scruff of a cat.

His finger curled again, curious, exploring almost. The differences...

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He could do that. He could spare himself the control for a moment, listen to what his captain wanted him to do. The shields pulled away, one by one introducing new feelings into the flow between them. Uncertainty, admiration, yearning (a flood of this), a certain small satisfaction, but also the persistent prod of 'this is undignified, need to find a solution.'

However, Spock kept himself relaxed, despite whatever Jim's hand did.

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Jim actually closed his eyes for a few moments to concentrate on what moved between them. He had to work to separate the emotions from each other, to figure them out, before he smirked just a little.

He shifted his wrist and pressed his finger in deep, curving it so he could press there at the same time he gave a circular grind of his thigh.

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The sound came right from his chest as the pleasure rang through him mind nad body, from both the press and the grind. His hand tightened and loosened the material of Jim's trousers. A single breath, resisting the urge to draw his shields back up. You...do not want attention, first?

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Impatient? All in good time. All in good time. He rocked that finger in and out, pressing there each time. I want to see you come completely undone, laying right here on my lap where you belong.

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He knew he was sharing more with Jim than he had before, more than was appropriate. The swells in yeswantgoodmore were apparent when they had always been carefully hidden before, and Spock knew this, and tried unsuccessfully to prevent the sharing. Other things took his attention: with each rock in he squirmed again, small movements to try to give himself some mercy to think without distraction...but Jim always seemed to match him move for move.

How will you know I am 'undone'?

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I'll know because I'll hear you cry out for me. Jim started to work another finger in, his other hand's thumb rubbing at the base of Spock's neck.

Tempted... there's a cock ring somewhere here... He wondered if Spock could handle that sort of pressure.

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.

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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.