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Pillow Fort meme;

THE PILLOW FORT MEME

It doesn't matter what age you are. From 1 year to 9,679,524,387 years, everybody loves a good pillow fort!
1. Post with your character and, in your starting comment, describe the magnificent [or not so magnificent] pillow fort that you've built.

2. Make sure to state your character's name, preferences, and all that other stuff in your headline.

3. Have funnnn!

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[Khan huffed a laugh under his breath. How charming that Kirk thought Khan needed a lesson on the philosophy of cooperation for mutual benefit. No, it was far simpler than that. Khan's sexual technique involved numerous variations on a single theme, which was pinning his partner face first against the nearest firm surface and immediately have his way with them.]

I meant in a mechanical sense. I doubt--

[The touch of Kirk's hands on Khan's bare skin was so overwhelmingly arousing that it derailed the Augment's entire train of thought. His body tensed and he drew in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, eyes snapping shut and head tilting back. Kirk might or might not notice, because of their position, that they were both hard now.]

_{[ A little thrill of victory warmed him when the other cut himself off mid-sentence. That same sensation flared hotter at the sound of that sharpened breath, watching his head tilt back to expose his neck. He leaned in, brushing his lips down along his pulse, nuzzling into the crook as he laughed softly. Quite purposefully he pushed his hips in and down, setting pressure against the other's erection. ]}

First time anyone's touched you there?

_{[ He leaned back enough to strip off his shirt, figuring that Khan would respond better if he put himself in the position of vulnerability first. His fingers returned to Khan's shirt, easing it upwards slowly so that his fingers scraped against his skin as he pushed it up. He paused at his nipples again, rolling them with his thumbs as he waited to see if Khan would let him divest him of his shirt entirely. ]}

[Khan's laugh was a bit more robust, rumbling in his throat against Kirk's lips. Just for the novelty of it, he kept his head tilted back to allow Kirk to continue mouthing at the most efficient location for delivering a lethal bite. This wasn't just a violent dominant act, it was the final victory move of an interpersonal conflict so serious that had turned lethal. The strangest part of it was that this human seemed utterly oblivious, Kirk was treating it as an act of casual affection. How could they be so very closely related in genetic terms with totally different basic survival instincts? They might as well have evolved in different star systems.

Khan not only finished the act of stripping off his own shirt, he then leaned back to lie flat on the floor with Kirk looming over him as the Captain had originally intended. Actively embracing the position of physical vulnerability, even if it was strictly symbolic, was a blatant act of rebellion on the Augment's part. A rebellion against the laws of nature themselves. Khan rather enjoyed playing the rebel, even if he would never embrace the role quite as completely as Kirk did.]

Do you want an answer?

_{[ Something in Kirk tells him that Khan is acting quite abnormal for who and what he was. His race, supposedly genetically perfect, had also backtracked in some ways. Humans still communicated through violence, but it was not the ultimate way to express dominance between them anymore, or even the best way to get what you wanted. Physical strength no longer equated to being the strongest or the best or most qualified.

But for a man like Khan, a man who had expressed such displeasure at merely being nipped moments before, Kirk was sure that violence, that physical dominance, was quite important as it was in many animals. It made him appreciate the other laying back. While it could potentially be a trap, he did not think so, and his mouth resumed its place at his throat before beginning to travel down. ]}

I think I have an idea, but one should never assume, right?

_{[ He looked up at Khan through the veil of his lashes before continuing to down his chest, tongue licking a wet trail across his skin, following the hills and hollows of his throat and collar bones. He nibbled along the arch of bone, nuzzled his way across the flatter planes of his chest until he came to his nipple. Quickly his tongue darted across the bud, followed just as fast by a blow of warm air between pursed lips. Sure he had the augment's attention, his lips closed around the nipple and sucked between his teeth, tongue rolling it this way and that.

With his mouth occupied, his hands flowed further down, working open Khan's trousers slowly and purposefully, kneading him through the fabric along his thighs and hips. ]}

[If this was a trap, it had a particularly poor design. Besides, Kirk had the eerie ability to walk right into any trap and somehow manage to wriggle free, no matter how well designed.

Khan dragged his hands over Kirk's shoulders, back, sides, mimicking the actions that had been employed as part of the plan of removing his shirt. It was a pity that even if a human had this sort of good muscle definintion, he would only ever attain a small fraction of the physical power that Khan took for granted. Still, his delicate human skin had a subtle soft quality to it that had been sacrificed in Augment design in favor of enhanced sensory discrimination. Stroking Kirk's bare flesh was an oddly pleasing sensation, perhaps reminiscent of the sensory delight humans seemed to experience when running hands over their furry pet animals. Khan had spent his entire life focused on how he was different from humans, never bothering to investigate the ways they might be the same.]

You're clearly the poster boy for that platitude.

[The suckling behavior was both comically absurd and acutely stimulating, which made Khan huff a laugh at the same time as pulling his hips up in a thrust and keeping them there. The sound quickly turned into a sharp growl with fingertips digging in around Kirk's shoulder blades, though he quickly let up on the pressure after realizing he had probably left a very neat pattern of ten distinct round bruises. The resumed gentleness was fleeting, thoroughly dispelled by the unexpected, consuming spike in lust. With a particularly emphatic snarl Khan grabbed for a fistful of Kirk's hair with one hand, the fingernails of his other hand slicing viciously into the human's back. Was Kirk somehow not aware that such an onslaught of direct genital stimulation was going to trigger an automatic aggressive urge to ram his cock into whomever was within reach, into whichever orifice struck him as most convenient? Khan grit his teeth and hissed out rough, strained words as intelligibly as he could.]

"Let. Go."

_{[ No, no trap. Kirk wasn't the sort to use sex was a trap as a rule. It would ruin the whole idea of sex, of what he needed and craved sex for, and tarnish the pleasure he gained from it. Sex was not a tool, not to him. It was a source of connection, however fleeting.

He shivered at the other's touch, muscles twitching beneath the press of his fingers, trickles of warm heat rushing down his spine to pool at the base, building a sweet pressure there. He knew the power those hands held, that they could crush a man's skull if they really wanted to. That knowledge only made the gentle touches more erotic, made his chest ache as he gasped around the ministrations he gave to Khan's chest.

He could feel the bruises forming beneath the harsh pressure of his fingers, could feel the itch of his skin as they healed. The tingle of his hairs being pulled only heightened the whole experience, sending a particular jolt between his legs that had him grinding unconsciously against Khan's thigh. It took a moment for the words to register, but register they did and he stilled, hand retreating from the other's cock and resting on his thigh, lips letting go of his nipple with a little pop of his lips and sitting up to look down at him.

Blue eyes flashed with concern and a little confusion, as if suddenly unsure what it was the other would want when he had been enjoying things up until that moment. Or so he thought. ]}

What did I do?

[Khan couldn't decide what was the most unpleasant aspect of his current difficulties. He had anticipated the possibility that his violent impulses would be difficult to keep under complete control, and it was almost inevitable that he would cause some superficial physical damage. What he had not anticipated was his odd urge to pull Kirk into a close, gentle embrace, and bury his face against the human's shoulder. He didn't understand why it should be soothing to seek greater physical contact while riding out the trembling tension, when it would make far more logical sense to reject every form of touch for the duration. Wasn't it physical contact which had caused the problem in the first place?]

... It was too much.

[Khan had provided the simple, truthful answer, and it was directly relevant to their current stated intent. There was no shame in that, just as there was no shame in the careful softness of his voice. That merely conveyed that the Augment's current mental state was well on its way to recovery, even if he was still very much on edge in a physical sense. Why did saying so make him feel strangely vulnerable? It shouldn't. There was nothing here that had any chance of compromising Khan's physical safety. Even the walls themselves were made of harmless material.]

_{[ Well, this was somewhat unexpected. For someone who seemed to run with such base animal instinct so close to the surface, he hadn't thought sex would be an issue, even the sort he liked - drawn out, about the physical sensation, rising high and falling and rising again and again until orgasm was a sweet release. He could sense a hesitation in Khan, an uncertainty, and that was more than enough to have Kirk settle back, stroke his hands along his ribs soothingly.

Maybe he needed to go about this in another way. Khan seemed to him the sort that had to be in control, needed to be, and if he was honest he had to admit that was rather sexy. Slightly scary, but mostly sexy. He considered things for a moment as his fingers stroked and squeezed, and finally he slid off Khan and lay beside him instead. He turned his head to nuzzle at his throat and shoulder, fingers brushing across the taught skin of his stomach. ]}

How about you get on top for a bit, hmm? I can show you plenty of things even from beneath you.

With the pretty human stretched out on the floor and extending such provocative invitations the situation reminded Khan of something else too dangerous to try. Khan didn't need to look at his own fingernails to know he had drawn blood. Even in trace amounts the Augment could smell the faint, rich metallic aroma of a wounded opponent who was currently sprawled face up on the ground, ready for the killing blow. In such a circumstance, Khan's own kind considered it the civilized thing to do for the victor to end the confrontation with an aggressive act of sexual violation rather than a playful and easily healed mauling. He was, however, fully aware that subjecting humans to this treatment caused unspeakably profound and irreversible psychological trauma. Was Kirk even aware of what this body language would mean in Khan's tiny little exclusive social circle? Khan sincerely doubted it. He pushed the thoughts aside with decisive firmness and replaced them with a mindset of light touch.

He twisted up onto hands and knees, moving to a position of looming over Kirk with a cat-like shifting of limbs and giving him a predatory smirk. "Are all humans so versatile in satisfying their mating urge? That's highly divergent from the biological norm."

Would not that blood smell just slightly familiar? Kirk did share it now with Khan. He was no Augment, but in some ways he had been fundamentally changed. He was not overly vocal about those changes though, and felt no need to share with the other man over him, the scent of arousal filling the tent and making him lick kiss bruised lips hungrily.

His fingers spread across the other's chest, sliding up and down, casually brushing across the erect nipples and down along his belly to the sharp hips. A warm laugh escaped him at the question, leaning up to brush their noses, mindful of Khan's early admonishment over biting. His leg extended, brushing his thigh against Khan's as he played at drawing him down to his mouth.

"What's so strange about it? If one presumes that sex is only for procreating, then doesn't it benefit us biologically to ensure our partners release in any way possible?" he arched a brow. "Sometimes you have to get creative. But one could also argue that sex simply for pleasure is also biological. Dolphins have sex for pleasure, and bonobos have casual sex." His hands ran up Khan's back, cupping his shoulders and digging his nails in, gently pushing to encourage him to come down, to come close.

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whoops, sorry this is a bit late

Yikes, I'm far worse! I really like this thread, I'm sorry I neglected it!

whoops, and real life is slowly eating me alive