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James Tiberius Kirk ([personal profile] universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm

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Re: 167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
He knew those hands, the demands in them, so well by now. And if he had the thought process to spare he would wonder what that meant about understanding Jim's sexual cues so well. Maybe it was just because he was an observant person, maybe he was getting a little too comfortable with him.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered as his vision went fuzzy around the edges, as his heart beat heavily in his chest and his stomach tightened in knots, and then Jim was making that noise, his body was doing that twitching thing, and he didn't even try to resist getting swept up in it all and riding that wave right along with Kirk.

No shame in fast. Fast and hard and satisfying. Definitely no shame in that. But regardless of the kind of sex they had, he always had to catch his breath afterwards, and he didn't hesitate to rest his head on Jim's shoulder as the world settled around him again.

"Nnnng. Fuck." He muttered, kissing the man's neck in thanks before shifting so they could both managed to lay on the couch without having to deal with body weight.
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167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
And back to reality. There's a slow sigh, and a crack of an eye that unconsciously fell closed when that hand carded through his hair.

"Friend just texted. Wants me to move in with her for an undetermined amount of time." And he's sure Jim can understand just how unsettling that conversation was.
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167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
There's a huff of a laugh. Because that's a ridiculous question. "Yeah."
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167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, he should probably explain things a little more fully. But sometimes it takes a moment for the brain to kickstart after sex.

"It's not exactly like that. She's asking me because she needs help. She actually said she needed help. And her boyfriend ran off and won't do it. And how can you say no to a woman who's asking for help?"

That doesn't make him feel any better about it. He doesn't sleep with people. Trust issues. And now he's moving in for a bit. "Til the damn clones melt."
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167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." It's a resigned sigh. He's already come to that conclusion himself, but he still doesn't like it. There are just so very many ways for this to go really bad. "Just...needed a moment to remind myself its not the chains tightening."

"Can you watch the dog? Not sure it's safe to take him."
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167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyes lazily followed that action, and he remembered that night after busting his hand and the conversation that followed. Yeah. That was the kind of pain he was trying to avoid.

With a thankful hum he leaned in and kissed Jim. "Always you." He was starting to depend on that, as dangerous as that might be.

"Yeah, lets do that. Not like you work or anything anyway."
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Re: 167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckled and rubbed casually at his chest before forcing himself up with Jim's incessant pulling.

"You know. It defeats the purpose of a quickie if you do a second round. And I've got to pack." But none of that stopped him from following.
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Re: 167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorted as he settled comfortably in the bed, let his hands slide up to rest on bare hips. "Only until the clones melt. Hob says a week is all they lasted last time. Shouldn't be gone too long."

And why did it sound like he was promising he would return? That wasn't even close to necessary. But the man did have his dog. Not that...okay maybe he did like his old pathetic dog.

Obviously this whole thing was getting to him. "Oh, just shut up and do it already."
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167 Late Evening

[personal profile] bigvessel 2014-12-26 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"You...you are a horrible distraction." But it's not really that strong of a complaint, not when his body arches with the path of those hands, hips twitching as that spot is manipulated-that spot he should never have mentioned ever.

He rolled his hips back, even if he hadn't quite recovered from their episode from just a minute ago. "Five minutes, if you can't get it up and inside me in five minutes, I'm leaving." Not that he doesn't love these long torturous sessions of build-up and sex, but now there's responsibility on the back of his mind, and while it's not enough to stop him from seeking sexual pleasure, it's enough to make him not draw this out.