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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...

➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!

➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

➓ WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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[Jim lets out an annoyed huff at the reminder. That had hurt him more than it hurt Khan, in the literal sense.]

I can show you all about how we do things in this century.

[He takes advantage of the break to pull Khan's shirt up far enough for him to lean in and lick at a nipple. Khan is remarkably pale, even considering the fact that they're all on a space ship and no one can keep a tan.]

[The actual act of sex won't have changed a bit in three centuries, but there are intricacies of foreplay and physiology that could only have broadened since First Contact.

And Kirk's reputation precedes him.

Khan sighs softly, tuning in to a body that has to work to feel pain, but blooms under pleasure. He crosses his arms and peels the shirt off his head, tossing it aside; he is fair, as much from a life of isolation as selective genetics. His black hair makes the contrast all the more stark under the bright, harsh lights of the ship. Khan threads his fingers through Kirk's hair again, curls his fingertips at the nape of Kirk's neck, silently encouraging.]

[Jim hums happily and bites down, harder than he would on anyone else. He finishes unfastening Khan's uniform trousers and pushes them down.]

I like your fingers. Keep touching me.

[He moves over to give the other nipple the same treatment.]

[He hisses, a jolt flying straight down to his cock. His nails scrape over bare skin, over sensitive scalp, and he finds Kirk's busy mouth suddenly less of an annoyance and more of a stimulant. It would not be unwelcome if Kirk talked nearly the entire time, in fact, or kept with a steady litany of moans and cries. Khan's mind briefly conjures the scenario, and he feels his erection harden.

He obliges Kirk's request and continues playing with his hair, or stroking his neck and shoulders. The second bite yields a shuddering exhale, pale skin beginning to flush.]

[The fingers digging into his scalp and neck draw a gasp from Jim, but he's undeterred. He doesn't leave a mark but he takes the flush as a sign of victory and drops to his knees when he noticed Khan tenting his starfleet issue underwear.

Jim mouths Khan through the fabric and stares up at the man. He really, really wants Khan and it's apparent that his enthusiasm is returned.]

I want to ride you, but I also want to feel that enhanced strength of yours.

[While he's down there, Jim makes short work of the buckles and zippers on Khan's boots and then pushes him back at his hips.]

[This, this is a very good perspective, Kirk on his knees and staring up with hungry blue eyes. His mouth falls open at the stimulation, the hot puff of air and slight dampness on stretch fabric. Already his mind is spinning out scene after scene, eventualities and possibilities, a dozen ways this might go and a dozen after that.

Kirk's lead is something he finds himself amenable to, craving even, and he sits on the bed at the Captain's prompting, legs splayed. His posture is perfect out of habit, and it gives him an almost royal bearing, but for the obvious tells of arousal. He waits, anticipating Kirk's next move and waiting for the opportunity to place his hands back on the Captain's body.]

[The cooperation isn't what he expected when he decided that this was okay, but Jim isn't going to complain. He finishes stripping, smirking at Khan as he ditches the rest of his clothes, then literally crawls the rest of the distance to settle between Khan's legs. He's never going to admit how hot Khan looks, sitting there like he owns the place.

He frees Khan's cock from his briefs and runs his tongue along the length of it.]

[watching Kirk undress is an indulgence of which he allows himself slow enjoyment. The Captain seems to get a thrill out of exhibition, and that pleases Khan as well.

Kirk's wet tongue slides along the length of him, and he hums softly, threading the fingers of one hand back into Kirk's hair.]

Keep your eyes on mine.

[Jim obeys, but he smirks at Khan as he looks up before extending his tongue to tease the tip of his length. He likes the sound of Khan's voice, and it's been a while since he's been with another man. He's going to make Khan keep talking, one way or another.]

[A small spark, at that teasing. The corners of his lips quirk.]

You are experienced in this.

[Again, not a question.]

Mmm-hm.

[He hums his agreement and takes the head of Khan's cock into his mouth, staring up at him and sucking. As much as his own body is crying out for attention and stimulation, he plans to draw this out for as long as he can. It might be a while before he gets another chance to have sex with another person.]

[He rolls his hips forward a little, into that touch, stroking Kirk's hair, caressing his cheek. The gesture is more delicate than most might think him capable of, but he is grateful of the contact, and is himself savoring what is sure to be an oasis between long spells. He does not seek out company, and isn't likely to find any offered anyways.

Kirk's pupils are blown wide, increasingly larger dots of black ringed by bright blue. Khan tugs at his hair, lightly pulling him forward.]

And you enjoy it.

[The soft touch isn't what he expected, but he hums appreciatively. This gentle, cooperative side of Khan is actually endearing, especially when contrasted with the brutal, cold efficiency he's shown in the past.

He groans in enjoyment and goes with the pull, taking more of Khan into his mouth and bringing a hand up to play with his balls.]

[His breath hitches, a jolt going through him at the vibration of Kirk's humming. Every moment of this is burning onto his brain, storing so he can call upon it later as he wishes. That gasp dissolves into a groan as more stimulation is added; Kirk is eager, accommodating.

He must be careful not to let too many walls down lest he become attached. Intimate feelings simply cannot leave Captain's quarters, not even in his mind. Khan's breathing becomes more audible as he tries to get a slow rhythm started, loosening his fingers some as he exhales.]

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[The groan, the heavier breathing, and the knowledge that he was doing this to a man who had previouly seemed untouchable. He can see that intense focus directed at him. Jim goes along with Khan's rhythm, and he finally breaks eye contact, shifting position enough to take more of the hard flesh.]

[Khan does not protest, his grip tightening once more as Kirk shifts.]

Nn. This is weakness.

[Exposing his pleasure like this. For a year all he knew was keeping everything behind a very concerted wall, lest Alexander Marcus exploit more of him. The conflict between enjoyment and self-preservation is difficult to overcome, even after the fact. The strain is evident in his voice despite his receptiveness to Kirk's skilled mouth.]

[Jim gives Khan one last suck, and then pulls back, climbing up to straddle his lap and stare at him. He spends a moment thinking, considering.]

I'm the one getting down on my knees.

[It occurs to him that there are probably a lot of issues around this on Khan's end, despite the fact that he not only clearly wants this, but was the one to initiate it.]

[There is a soft noise of disappointment at the loss of Kirk's mouth on him. Hot, wet heat was making his nerves come alive. But at least now he can satisfy his desire to put his hands to more effective use on Kirk's body. Kirk, who doesn't share the same compunctions about displaying his emotions in the bedroom.

He shifts to accommodate the Captain sitting astride him, wondering if perhaps a change in pace will help clear his mind. Khan seeks out Kirk's mouth after a brief pause, his kisses deep and hungry. He dips a hand between their bodies to wrap a firm hand around Kirk's erection, thumb brushing across the tip.]

[He moans and presses against Khan's hand, shuddering when his thumb brushes across the sensitive head. His lips part eagerly for Khan, and one hand goes to stroke flesh still wet from his mouth.

The other arm he wraps around Khan.]

[He hums appreciatively, his arm sliding around the Captain's waist. His core strength is enough to hold them both upright if he likes, without needing to brace himself on the bed, and he does for a few moments, just tasting Kirk's mouth, plundering it with his tongue while they both stroke each other.

When the teasing is not enough, he uses the leverage of their position to lean back and twist slightly, rolling their bodies onto the bed and flipping them over. The maneuver is a delicate one, considering the arrangement of their hands, but he manages with efficiency. Once on top of Kirk, his kisses become more fervent and he squeezes, long fingers pumping faster.]

[Jim sucks on Khan's tongue when it slides into his mouth, mimicking what he'd done earlier elsewhere.

The change in position is startling, but Khan pulls it off easily and they don't even need to stop touching one another. He meets the increasingly heated kisses and moves his hips in time with Khan's hand for a few moments before he turns his head to the side to gasp for breath and speak.]

Second drawer from the top.

[In their current position Khan should be able to reach the lube he keeps in his night stand.]

[Khan's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, lingering on Kirk's before flicking over to the drawer. Implicit in the statement is the belief Khan will locate whatever is inside, so he reaches over with minimal strain and reaches his hand in to pull out the first thing his fingers curl around.

Ah.

He examines the label speculatively.]

Always prepared.

What can I say, I'm an eternal optimist.

[Even though having sex on his ship is extremely unlikely, Jim is never unprepared for it. He takes this opportunity where Khan's attention is focused on something else to lean up and bite at his earlobe.]

[He growls a little, determined to make Kirk squirm and mewl a bit for that. He kneels up.]

Roll over.

[Jim chuckles at the growl and sucks on Khan's earlobe, it's not really an apology and he's not sorry, but he does as he's told.

He's not even a little shy as he rolls over and presents himself to Khan, propping himself up enough to stare back at him.]