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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 life, since being unfrozen, has been mostly solitary (and not entirely by choice). Staring Kirk down while their eyes are locked, seeing him and feeling him-- it provides a sense of connection he would never admit to be starving for.

Kirk's hum makes his body jerk, and he watches Kirk reach to touch himself. Khan suddenly wants to do that sort of stimulation himself, but it would require too much shifting about, and he's so close to a peak now. Perhaps just after, then.]

[Jim puts his other hand on Khan's thigh, touching him just for the sake of it. He presses his teeth a littler harder than he did before and moves a little slower.]

[He bares his teeth, pulling on Kirk's hair as his orgasm builds to a peak. Khan forces himself not to look away, not to close his eyes and just take the sensation, but to take it from Kirk. Madness, sure, but this is a reality he chooses to live in.

His groan is soft, stifled despite the intensity of the stimulation. His back arches off the bed a little, hips rolling.]

[He sucks and licks and then pulls back so only the head is in his mouth as Khan pulls on his hair.

The eye contact really adds to the experience, watching Khan lose himself to the pleasure, and knowing that he's the one doing this.]

[His body shudders, little aftershocks going through him as Kirk suckles on the tip. The sound of his heavy breathing fills Kirk's quarters, and he watches the satsifaction on the Captain's face. It's clear he's more than a little aroused by this, large pupils blown wide and ringed with brilliant blue. Khan feels a sense of fulfillment, and lies back, carding his fingers through Kirk's hair.]

Are you ready for more?

[He's a little breathless. And now he wants to kiss Kirk again.]

[Jim pulls away from Khan and moves to lie next to him on the bed, give them both a moment to recover. Although he suspects that Khan needs it a lot less than he does.]

Yes. Always.

[Khan lies still for a few moments, until his blood stops buzzing and his skin isn't tingling so much. He'd almost forgotten how gratifying a good orgasm could be; the distractions of war had made him focus on other things.

He rolls over, straddling Kirk and bracing his arms on either side of Kirk's body. Khan leans down for a heated kiss, edging just this side of overstimulation.]

[He bites at Khan in the kiss, and arches upwards. The break they took has given him time to think about things that aren't Khan and sex, but he hasn't changed his mind.

What they're doing isn't wrong, isn't against regulations, and they both really need this.]

[Khan deepens the kiss, rolling his hips against Kirk's. Then he pulls their lips apart, seemingly out of nowhere.

A thought has taken root.]

Who were you imagining, just before I came in?

[The question is like having cold water thrown on him, and he's surprised enough to be unable to respond for a few moments, staring up at Khan.]

What?

[He doesn't seem immediately put off.]

Your fantasy. I heard you outside the door before I rang the chime.

[It takes him a moment to kick his brain onto a different track and think back to before Khan showed up.]

If this was considered dirty talk during your time, things have changed a lot.

[Khan feigns annoyance at being called old (a gesture mostly given away by his inability to keep his lips from quirking), lightly pinching Kirk's side before immediately nipping at the underside of his jaw. His hand drifts down, nails scraping over that channel between abdomen and thigh.]

Things have changed very little. People especially.

[Jim takes the retaliation in stride, though the nails on sensitive skin make him gasp and writhe.]

We must've made some progress in three hundred years.

[He wraps long fingers around Kirk's length, casually stroking as he talks between short kisses.]

Technology changes. Human nature is the same it has always been.

[He's just getting to the point where he can start to get hard again.]

That's all?

[Jim meets the short kisses happily and rocks his hips lightly as Khan strokes him.]

Perhaps the sociological lecture can wait for another time.

[The kissing stokes embers of a fire that never went out, Khan's body already recovering for another go. He keeps his strokes light, teasing, teasing out Kirk's limits to find where he is.]

Mmm. Definitely.

[Especially when the alternative is so much better. He's not yet at a point where the light, teasing touches are more frustrating than they are enjoyable. Jim's happy to go along with the light affection, one hand exploring the firm musculature of Khan's torso while the other moves down to stroke him in return.]

[A low hum. Khan rolls into that grip.]

My biological father was an athlete.

[And a scholar, but that's not directly relevant.]

[Parents are an extremely touchy subject for Jim, and not one he wants to explore in bed, even if the parents in question aren't his.]

You do have a nice body.

[It's a huge understatement.]

It was designed that way.

[Khan is not enthusiastic about the topic either, but the exploratory touch seemed to make the comment appropriate. It is all the information he will volunteer on the subject.

He dips his head to claim Kirk's mouth again.]

[Jim hums happily into the kiss, and runs his free hand down Khan's back to grab his ass.]

Would you let me fuck you? If I asked?

[He's enjoying Khan being on top a little too much right now to give that up, but it is a thought.]

[His hips jerk. The touch is...prosaic, but not unwanted. Khan considers the question.]

Perhaps you'll ask me again if you still have the energy.

[He strokes Kirk faster, looking down at Kirk's full lips. He'll be ready in just a moment to claim his body again.]

[He moans and uses the hand on Khan's ass to press against him.]

That's... ah, fuck it.

[It's not an answer but Jim doesn't care anymore.]

As you like.

[with a touch of humour, of course. Khan positions himself, testing Kirk's body to see how they fit now.]