universal_charm | STAR TREK AU - KIRK & CABOOSE [ LOCKED ]

Most of the time it was pretty easy to please his boyfriend of the past several years. You could toss a ball of colorful string at him and he could keep himself entertained for hours, which was both adorable and sometimes worrying, depending on the situation. But he wouldn't change him for the world - he loved coming home to that happiness, that blissfulness. And now that he had a long enough break, he thought he would do something to please him that would be - well, special.

Never mind that it was their anniversary. Yes, Kirk actually remembered and kept track of that. That was how committed he actually was to this, which came as a surprise to much of his crew the first time he had remembered. Kind of a surprise to him too, but love did strange things to a man didn't it?

He looked over to Caboose, reaching out to grasp his hand as he angled the car for the exit that would take them to the surprise he had in store - a trip to the biggest and best amusement park just outside San Diego (an hour was just outside, right?).

"Excited?" he asked him, giving his hand a squeeze as he made the turn onto the drive that led to the theme park's parking lot.

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His hips jerk a little at the friction, hitching up slowly so as not to displace Kirk from his lap to mirror the motion. A flush settles heavily on Caboose's cheeks as a trill of a shiver follows Kirk's fingertips around and up his body. Muscles twitching under the sweet touches, Caboose lets out a soft gasp and lets his head fall to Kirk's shoulder, arms tightening around his lover to hold him closer as he continues to grind up against his warmth.

"Mmn... I- I'd do anything for you, Jim." he smiles sweetly up at his Captain, blush be damned.

Fingers slide back into the thick dark hair, tugging the strands gently as his hips slide back and forth in a shallow rhythm, listening to the rasp of cloth match his short little gasps. His teeth flashed in a bright grin, his fingers pinching his nipples, giving them light tugs. He pushed forward with his hips, making Caboose lay back, his lips stroking over his jaw.

"Anything?" he rasped against his skin.

Biting his lip against the fluttering sensations settling in his stomach, Caboose closes his eyes as he's pushed back and down to the bed. Arms still tight around Kirk, his fingers dig into the other man's skin in response to all of the attention to his own chest. Kirk knew he was sensitive, and if he had the presence of mind or breath Caboose would call him out for cheating- but it in contrast the soft touch of Kirk's lips to his skin was so sweet. Caught in a loop of a jolt of sensation and caress of his lover's mouth, Caboose was almost melting against the bedsheets.

"A-anything... so long as you keep doing that."

There was no cheating in love and war, was there? Or in bed, as far as Kirk was concerned. But it was definitely to his benefit that he knew all the sweet spots on Caboose, how to caress, where the pinch, what to lick. He enjoyed finding them, enjoyed finding them again and again. His head slid further down, tongue flicking across a dark bud, swirling around it before closing his lips. He sucked and tugged, his hips grinding slow and hard against Caboose's.

"Think you could put on your pretty little collar tonight?" he purred against wet skin, rolling the bud between his teeth.

"Ah-!" Caboose gasps as Kirk descends, a low moan mixed with a hint of a whimper rumbling out of his throat at the teeth and tongue and lips that graze against his nipple. Drawing a slow, stuttering breath, he cracks his eyes open to glance down at his lover, his dark eyes clouded with pleasure as he watches.

It takes him a few moments to realize that Kirk is speaking to him, lost as he is in the motion of their hips and the threat of teeth against the sensitive nub.

"Wha- uh... of course! Do- um... d-do you-" he blinks hard, lifting a hand to card through Kirk's hair and gently tilt his head up and away from his chest for a moment. It's too hard to think and speak clearly when he's so distracted. "Do you want me to get the ears too?"

His head lifted at the press of Caboose's hand, turning so that his lips and tongue could graze across his fingers, nipping at them. Sometimes he was more the cat than Caboose. Blue eyes sparked before darkening at the mention of the ears. A growl built in his chest, all heat and need.

"Yes, ears and your collar," he purred, slipping off him and rolling to the center of the bed in order to let Caboose up to fetch them. He would use the time to strip himself of his jeans and underwear, tracking Caboose across their room with his eyes.

A little shiver travels up his arm at the touch of Kirk's lips and tongue to his fingers, making Caboose flush deepen as he huffs a breathy chuckle. "O-okay."

Leaning in a little to steal a kiss while they changed positions, Caboose almost wobbles a little when he's back on his feet and padding over to his luggage. He's pretty grateful that Kirk took care of the buttons for his shirt, as excited as he was he'd probably pop a few of them trying to get it off but for now the fabric easily slides to the floor, soon followed by his trousers and underwear.

The ears go on first, headband sliding through his hair and against his scalp before the neural link synchronizes; the tips of the ears twitch back and forth once, before settling into peeked attention in response to Caboose's emotions. The collar- now that was special. Slipping it out of it's protective case, he held it almost reverently back to the bed where his lover lay waiting for him. Kneeling by the side of the bed, Caboose rested his torso against the edge of the mattress, leaning over with his arms extended to offer the collar out to Kirk.

Grin bright and almost cheeky, he asks, "Help me put it on?"

He watches with extreme interest as Caboose disrobes, his eyes grazing over the arch of his spine, the fine curves of his rear. He would never get tired of a sight like that, a night where he did not welcome it. His tongue darted across his lips as he lay back into the cushions, smirking when he saw the ears engage and perk forward. He had never expected them to become as delightful to him as they had, but there was always something terribly erotic about watching your lover's ears give you very visual signals of the amount of pleasure they were in. The neural feedback they gave was an extra bonus, giving him a whole new place to scratch Caboose to get him going.

"Of course, kitten," he murmured, sitting up and reaching out to take the collar.

It was made of fine Italian leather, still smelling like new but then Kirk always took care to clean it when they finished playing. A crystal bell was attached to the front, jingling quietly as he wrapped it around Caboose's throat and secured the silver clasp. The position meant he was bent down close to Caboose's ear, and he took the opportunity to blow on one black ear from between pursed lips.

"There we go."

Leaning on his elbows, Caboose arches his back a little to lean closer to Kirk to present his neck for the collar. The jingle of the bell as it's settled around his through brings a fond smile to his lips, the sound reminding him of all of the other fun nights they had spent together. The sudden breeze to his ear makes him jump out of the memory, the chill snaking it's way down his spine and making him shiver. It was far from unpleasant, but he might have squeaked at the unexpectedness of it.

"Wha- hey! Jiiiiim, that's cheating!" Caboose half pouts, pushing himself up onto the mattress proper but his expression quickly gives way to a grin when he has settled comfortably hovering over Kirk. A hand propped up by each of Kirk's shoulders, Caboose dips his head to press a kiss to his lover's collarbone, nuzzling the skin there as he murmurs, "And besides, it's my turn."

Caboose was sweet and innocent, but he had to admit he liked it when Caboose got... frisky. Or rather, predatory. Or not even that, but dominant and very into what they were doing. He never had any issues bottoming for the other, and in fact liked it when Caboose got demanding. It was a pleasant change.

He hummed, stretching out beneath his new fiance, his hands rising above his head in silent offering to the other. "Oh, I guess it is," he purred, lifting one leg to wrap around a solid hip, tugging him just a little bit closer. "I'm all yours, kitten."

STAR TREK AU - KIRK & CABOOSE [ LOCKED ]

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