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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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[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.]

[A trace of amusement still plays in his eyes, lips set in a line. His eyes separate from Kirk's long enough for him to apply a little of the lube to his fingers and circle Kirk's hole with them.]

Unabashed.

[Khan slips a finger inside, watching the Captain's face.]

[The slick, teasing touch doesn't last long enough for him to complain about it, then he shivers and bites his lower lip when one of those long fingers slides into him.]

I want it, you want it, why pretend otherwise?

I mentioned I like your fingers, right?

[He rocks back against Khan's hand to emphasize his point.]

Yes, Kirk, you mentioned it.

[Still faintly amused, his voice dripping out in that deep baritone of his.

Khan braces a hand on Kirk's hips, just to needle him about pushing back, then offers another teasing touch before sliding a second finger inside. He twists his wrist, curling his fingers to press along tight inner walls.]

It's Jim when you have your-

[He doesn't get to finish his sentence because the fingers pressing inside him draw a moan from him. Jim is pretty sure he could get off like this, but he bites his lip to keep from fucking himself on Khan's fingers.]

[Khan actually grins a little, sliding his free palm over the round, firm curve of Kirk's ass. His fingers make another curling sweep, working the muscles and stretching at a tantalizingly slow pace.]

--my fingers inside of you? [beat] Your doctor calls you Jim.

[Jim lets out another moan, then a slightly frustrated noise as Khan moves too slow for him, even though he does want to draw this out.]

That is completely unrelated. Medicine has improved since your time.

[A soft huff of laughter, though he doesn't indicate what he finds funny.]

Everything is so pristine now, untouched, unspoilt...

[he adds a third finger, pressing in slowly again, but hard.]

...Sterile.

[His body is still resisting the intrusion, but Khan is strong enough to push past that, the force and pressure is wonderful.]

You prefer the old fashioned way?

[Now he twists again, long fingers affording him the advantage of seeking out Kirk's sweet spot as he presses inwards.

As he does:] It is like seeing a field of undisturbed snow, clean and cold and blindingly, brilliantly white. Longing to press your hands down into it, to hear the snow crunch under the pressure and bear a mark after, unmistakeable, tangible.

[He hums softly to himself, in a moment of reflection as if he can almost hear it in the room.]

[Jim can hear Khan speaking, but his words don't get processed over the pleasure that's crashing through his body when those fingers find a wonderful place inside him. He groans loudly and presses his face down against his bed. His self control in this area has never been stellar and he's unable to stop himself from rocking against Khan's fingers.]

[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.]

Do you want more?

[This is too good, and he can feel the heat coming of Khan's skin as the man leans over him. He grabs at the bed covers, as if holding on tight enough to them will let him hold on to this pleasure longer. Khan is as good with his fingers as Jim imagined.]

Yes. Fuck.

Fuck me. I want it.

[And he'll probably beg if he has to, the fingers are stretching him and there's a little pain and a lot of pleasure but he does want more.]

[Khan follows an impulse, and nips at Kirk's earlobe, breathing hot puffs of air over his ear.]

More than this?

[He spreads his fingers just a little, gently, being mindful of the delicacy of the human body. Kirk wanted to 'ride' him; does he still wish it?]