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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. * Post with your character's name and fandom in the subject line * Others reply, stumbling in on you. * You pick a reaction from the list below. (Or roll 1-10!) * PROFIT! REACTIONS: 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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[whaticando]

[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?

[tothelast]

[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.]

[whaticando]

[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.]

[tothelast]

[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?

[whaticando]

[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.]

[tothelast]

[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?]

[whaticando]

[Jim turns his head at the nip, panting and staring at Khan. He moans loudly and shudders as the fingers force resisting muscles to stretch. He slows down, too tender to continue rocking as he had been.]

Bastard. That's-

Yes.

[tothelast]

[He stills his hand, but does not respond to the curse.]

I want to watch you.

[whaticando]

Just... tell me what you want me to do.

[Khan is even more of a bastard for stopping but Jim would rather work towards more enjoyable things than swear at him right now.]

[tothelast]

Ride me.

[whaticando]

[That is all the motivation Jim needs to change their positions, reluctantly pulling away from Khan's fingers and reaching for the lube so he can make sure Khan is slick enough.]

[tothelast]

[He settles on his back, fingers brushing any part of Kirk's skin within reach. Augment body temperature tends to run higher than normal humans- increased circulation, and slightly larger hearts. His own skin is flushed, burning with want, and he inhales audibly when touched. He's ready.]

[whaticando]

[At last, he settles himself above Khan, wrapping one hand around him to keep his cock in position as Jim lowers himself onto it. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back as Khan slides into him.]

[tothelast]

[Khan braces Kirk's hips, pulling them tightly together. Kirk looks delicious from this angle, neck bared and body firm. He uses his core strength to sit up enough to suckle at the juncture of Kirk's neck and shoulder, just out of reach of where his collar will sit. The pressure is perfectly tight, and he rolls his hips to allow Kirk to start a rhythm.]

[whaticando]

[Jim tilts his head to the side as Khan sucks, encouraging the attention. The other man is a steady pressure inside him, stretching him. He adjusts his legs and braces a hand on Khan's abs as he lifts himself up only to slide back down again, moving his hips to get as much pleasure as he can out of it.]

[tothelast]

[such a simple motion, yet one that draws a deep moan from Khan. He bites this time, lightly enough not to leave a permanent mark, and drags his teeth along hot skin. Khan slips an arm around Kirk's waist, sliding his palm upwards between strong shoulder blades. He'll meet the motions Kirk makes, until they establish a pace.]

[whaticando]

[The teeth scraping along his skin and the pleasure of Khan inside him draw a moan from Jim.

He sets up a moderate pace, enough to satisfy himself without straining or pushing too much.]

Touch me.

[tothelast]

[Yes, of course. Khan slides his hand down Kirk's back, then reaches between their bodies to wrap long fingers around Kirk's length and begin stroking him. He won't sit up for terribly much longer (unless they slide back against the headboard), but he enjoys the closeness too much to lie back just now. His hand moves just faster than Kirk's hips, to add to the stimulation.]

[whaticando]

[The difference in rhythm between his movements and Khan's is frustratingly amazing. He pants and moans and clenches his muscles around Khan as he slides down onto him, savoring the stretch and the pressure.]

[tothelast]

[Khan hungrily claims Kirk's mouth, his strokes slowing some as his tongue seeks to part sinful lips. He groans softly, feeling a familiar tug deep in his belly while they move together.]

[whaticando]

[Jim opens his mouth to moan, and eagerly accepts Khan's tongue, giving it a gentle bite. He's getting close, and that makes him pick up the pace a little, unable to restrain himself any longer.]

omg I thought I tagged this

[tothelast]

[The bite drawls a deep growl from him, and he fists his free hand into Kirk's hair, tugging as he deepens the kiss. Kirk is moving with abandon now, racing towards completion, and Khan leans his body weight back, prepared to deal with a separation of their lips if Kirk chooses to remain upright for leverage's sake. There will be plenty of time for him to savor the Captain's mouth.]

[whaticando]

[Jim lets Khan pull away as he leans back, refusing to relinquish a position that makes Khan slide into him in just the right way. He clenches his jaw to stifle the cry of pleasure he wants to make when he comes, his body clenching and jerking with pleasure.]

[tothelast]

[He did not expect Kirk to reserve any of himself. The muffled cry makes him want to flip Kirk over and really pull something out of him, but there will be time for that too. He watches a lovely sight, stroking Kirk through the peak of his orgasm. Khan is close, but not quite close enough.]

[whaticando]

[He's too relaxed in the wake of his climax to keep riding Khan as he was before, but he still rocks against him. Jim looks down at Khan, his hand and part of his torso covered in his seed.]