James T. Kirk

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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"Sir, I mean. Jim." Scotty flushed even harder, then reached backwards to try and get Keenser over here so he could see what he was doing. Hard to avoid the purple bits if you couldn't see them.

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Keenser went easily, allowing himself to be pulled back around to Scott's side, and leaned into the other man. Leaving Kirk to his work, Keenser's hand drifted upwards. His hand stroked gentle, meandering trails over the soft flesh of Scott's belly. "How do you want it, Scott?" Keenser asked, voice low and rough in Scott's other ear. "You want it like Jim said? You want his mouth on you while you touch me?" He let the blunt tips of his claws drag across Scott's belly in a whisper-soft rasp, dipping just below his waistband. "Talk to me, Scott." he murmured, and pressed his tongue briefly to the hollow beneath Scott's ear. "Tell me what you want."

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Scotty tried to talk; but at first, no matter how much he flapped his mouth, nothing came out. Then, out came the words.

"I want that. I want t-to touch you and have Jim suck me off and have you touch me."

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"There we go, something definite," Jim was pleased by that. He glanced to Keenser, a conspiratorial look, before he slid his thumb to undo the button on Scotty's trousers.

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Keenser returned Kirk's look with a wicked one of his own. "Ok, then." He replied easily, claiming Scott's lips in a fierce kiss. He pulled his hand out of Scott's pants and undid the buckle of his tool belt, letting it drop gently to the floor.

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Scotty just laid back and kissed Keenser with all he had while trying to reach down and get his boots off.

Unfortunately, no amount of wiggling (conveniently sorta against Kirk) was putting them in reach.

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Kirk was pretty sure he could handle that. He shifted back and made short work of Scotty's boots, then his own. He had little care about being nude, and shucked off his own pants while he was at it. He never gave a damn about underwear.

So is Keenser pollinating Scotty? He couldn't help the grin, and hid it by tugging off socks.

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Keenser had actually forgotten all about pants for the moment. What was the point of taking them off, when his sex organs were already flaunted in the open air? He was already totally naked, as far as he was concerned, and so he set about thoroughly distracting Scott while Kirk made short work of the humans' remaining clothes.

Keenser loved Scott's body. It was so soft, everywhere. Even dragging his claws so gently that they barely brushed the man's milky-pale skin left gorgeous, delicate red lines blooming in parallel tracks down his chest. The flush of his arousal traveled down his throat and over his clavicles, and Keenser followed it with lips and tongue, before returning inevitably to Scott's lips once more.

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If Scotty was being distracted, he was being distracted gleefully. Scotty let his hands float on Keenser, soft tickling motions and gentle swirls being drawn on the softer underbark, writhing a bit under Keenser's kisses. When they returned to kissing on the mouth, he made sure that Keenser knew that he was enjoying this.

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Kirk took a few moments just to watch them. It was a weird combination to watch, something not disgusting or disturbing - just different. (Not like he hadn't tried any other-worldly blood he could during the Academy...) Kirk moved up and slid his hands over one of Scotty's thighs, stomach, watching what he was doing with Keenser and learning what was right for him.

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