[Khan reserves just enough pressure to keep from overstimulating, and begins to idly stroke himself back to full hardness while he watches Kirk's hips move. He rather likes seeing Kirk bent over like this, face twisted in pleasure. He briefly thinks to himself that one could probably coerce Kirk into nearly anything, as long as a hard enough orgasm was promised at the end of it. The prospect sends a curl of lust through him, and he kneels up to lean over Kirk's shoulder and mutter across the shell of his ear, hand still firmly in place.]
Those are only fingers, Kirk.
[His words hold the promise of something more, all while his fingertips press and tease and curl. The requests Jim made of him are not forgotten.]
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Those are only fingers, Kirk.
[His words hold the promise of something more, all while his fingertips press and tease and curl. The requests Jim made of him are not forgotten.]
Do you want more?