court martial

[full_of_wrath]

Marcus hasn't arranged for Khan to be present, precisely, but is demanding a series of reports be turned in that afternoon, as well as that they sit down for a briefing. So, when the court martial proceedings run late, it's natural that he slip into the audience to wait them out for his Admiral and captor to be sprung.

He nearly trips down the steps when he sees who's standing up in front of the panel, and reevaluates how exactly this afternoon is going to play out. Khan slinks into one of the chairs adjacent to the aisle, settling down with his long legs stretched out, resplendent in his Starfleet uniform, commanders' insignia and all.

Not quite as highly ranked as Kirk, he notices quickly, even though the man has yet to turn around.

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[kobayashiwhatnow]

He goes on five, ten minutes, right on the edge but unable to finish. He doesn't touch himself, but he does finally reach up and tug helplessly at Khan's hair.

[full_of_wrath]

It takes the full ten minutes before he has mercy, bending down and taking him abruptly into his mouth, deep and sure and ready to swallow suddenly.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

It's good planning. Kirk hardly lasts two minutes after that before he spasms sharply and comes down the back of Khan's throat.

[full_of_wrath]

He pulls up off him, panting, looking very much like the cat who got the canary.

"Very good, Starfleet."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Kirk pants, looking up at him.

"That- ...wow."

This has been a good day, one he's needed.

But he brings his foot over slowly, rubbing up between Khan's legs.

[full_of_wrath]

He smiles, and reaches for the lubricant, dragging it over as he gets up onto his knees, unzips his fly.

"Ready?"

[kobayashiwhatnow]

He's worked all day for this, and overstimulated or now he's not backing out.

"Are you?"

He retorts, grinning, legs spread obscenely wide.

[full_of_wrath]

Khan slinks down overtop of him, fitting his body against him, eyes narrowed in pleasure and satisfaction.

"I've wanted this since you bought me gin."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"You had me fooled. I thought you were going to throw it in my face."

He rakes his nails up Khan's back.

"I've wanted you from the second you thought I was a smuggler."

[full_of_wrath]

"Ne'erdowell."

He whispers, and then he's moving slowly into him, knowing it can't be pleasurable just yet, but needing him all the same.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

It might not end up being pleasurable at all this round, with how new Kirk is, but as long as it isn't agony he doesn't plan to stop. And he hides a grimace by leaning up and burying his face against Khan's shoulder.

[full_of_wrath]

Once they're joined, he comes to a stop, breathing out quietly and moving to kiss the top of his head, absently. He likes him, doesn't want to see him hurt.

"No rush."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Kirk has high pain tolerance, fortunately, enough that he can distract himself as he relaxes, by making out with Khan in the meantime.

[full_of_wrath]

It catches him by surprise, and gets him chortling softly, nuzzling and nipping him between languid kisses, taking lazy pleasure in having him stretched out like this. Kirk is really a treat.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

He's a young man, one with a healthy libido. Not quite ten minutes in, and he's semi-hard again, chuckling because he very rarely gets a chance to recover when he's receiving anal.

"'Kay..."

[full_of_wrath]

He's preoccupied reapplying lube to him with a fingertip, tracing around the edges of where they're joined.

"Good- almost there, I take it?"

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Oh, damn but that's good. Kirk shivers and lays his head back.

"A-lmost."

His voice cracks.

[full_of_wrath]

"Breathe for me."

He murmurs, reaching down and wrapping a hand around him, stroking a thumb up the underside of his cock.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

He has to grasp his own hair to keep from touching, too, and slowly his breathing turns deep, controlled. It takes a lot of effort, but he's noticed Spock does it in times of stress (which for a Vulcan working under Kirk is all the time).

He bucks his hips when he's ready.

[full_of_wrath]

"Shh-"

He says, taking him by his hips and pushing him down, purring, holding him steady.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"I'm ready."

He says, low and even, licking his lower lip.

"Show me how bad you've wanted me."

[full_of_wrath]

"Cheap trick-"

He chides him, but it works. He starts to fuck him, and not lightly, either.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Kirk tries to keep up, but being fucked by Khan is like trying to embrace a hurricane. Ultimately he holds on and just curses himself breathless, and bites Khan when he feels he can't contain himself.

[full_of_wrath]

He snarls and laughs at each bite, moving as hard as he dares without actually hurting him. Kirk is human, after all.

He keens in pleasure, now and again.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"Need to touch myself-"

Growling, raking his nails along Khan's back as hard as he dares.