James T. Kirk

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?

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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What else could a boy do?

Scotty blinked twice suddenly and pulled his shirt off.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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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That got a laugh out of Kirk. Who would have guessed this was what Keenser was like? He adjusted himself at Keenser's look with a grin, "You'll have to explain it all later," You know, when he could pay more attention and not be turned on so he could remember it better.

He glanced to Scotty, lips quirking, "No wonder." Wonder what, only Kirk would know. Something in his head about why Scotty would hook up with Keenser.

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Scotty scrunched his face up in a rather amusing motion. It turned his face all wrinkly for a moment. "Wonder what?" he said, stretching upwards, laying backwards to lightly stroke Keenser's side in a rather loving and almost sweet motions.

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"Mm, nothing important." Kirk stretched forward and slid a hand down Scotty's body, fingers wrapping around the bulge between his legs in a curious way. "Oh the engineering puns I could make here," He teased, eyes bright.

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Scotty felt himself go deflated a bit. Really, Captain? Really?

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Keenser sighed and leaned into the touch happily. He grinned fondly at Scott's face, twisted up in confusion, and pressed a kiss to his chest, just above the nipple. "So make 'em." Keenser advised Kirk, sliding his down to cup Kirk's, and show him just how Scott liked to be touched. If he put pressure there, Scott would do this, but if you squeezed here, just so....

His other hand slipped quietly around to grip Scott's ass in a firm, possessive squeeze.

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"Nah, not that bad in my tastes..." He shivered, leaning into Keenser's hand. Ah, just like that, then? He mirrored Keenser's actions, leaning to Scotty's ear, "I'm wanna suck you off while you show me just how Keenser likes to be touched, mm? Sound like a plan?" A light squeeze.

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Scotty just turned beet red and swallowed nervously. Then he realized that Kirk had asked him a question. "Uh, y-yes sir."

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A brow went up, "...I'm sitting here groping you and your boyfriend. I think we can get beyond 'sir'. Jim. Call me Jim." He grinned easily.

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