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 smiles, rather blatantly relieved, and holds down a hand to help Khan up.

"Come clean off with me."

[full_of_wrath]

He slinks to his feet, and stretches, head to toe.

He can do that, yes.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Kirk is unbelievably sore when he stands, and knows he'll be worse in the morning. So in the shower he leans on him.

[full_of_wrath]

Khan props him up, content to have a little longer to manhandle him, soaping him thoroughly, fingers straying now and again between his legs, playing filthily through the mess before working to clean it away.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

The slick dirtiness of it has Kirk grinning, groaning.

"So I guess I should prepare myself in advance if I want a repeat performance sometime."

Since he remembers all too well how the last time had gone, how he hadn't been able to stretch enough.

[full_of_wrath]

"Depends how often you want to do this. If penetration were something you were used to, it wouldn't be this painful."

Explaining, while he continues to trace intimate circles with just his fingertips.

"I also don't mind switching."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"I can never do just one position, one role, for long. Switching is good."

But that is an oblique 'yes' to the idea of doing this more often.

[full_of_wrath]

"Stay, then."

He urges him again, breathing deeply, knee pushing between his legs.

"Help me forget the stresses of my day."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Kirk rubs up against him, both hands gripping Khan now.

"You're insatiable, y'know that?"

He says, admiringly.

[full_of_wrath]

"I'm not trying it on. I just want you to know who you're bending for."

He promises, possessive and content.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"Pretty sure I'm not the only one who's been bending."

Kirk answers, with nearly the exact same tone--a little brighter, perhaps, because Kirk is less jaded than Khan.

[full_of_wrath]

"Purely physically? I'm going to bend you over half the furniture in this apartment."

He warns, nosing at his throat. But he does take his point.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"Only half? Come on, when I can't bend you can throw me onto a table or a counter..."

Fingers going tight in Khan's hair, toying with the idea of taking control.

[full_of_wrath]

"Throwing you is a perfectly acceptable solution. Particularly now that you're being so entrepreneurial with your self-exploration."

Promising him, eyes half lidded.

"And so very prepared."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"You're going to break me in half at this rate."

Kirk predicts, with a little gravel in his tone. He likes the rate they're going at.

"How many pieces of furniture can you get me over by the time you leave tomorrow?"

[full_of_wrath]

"How late am I leaving tomorrow?"

He wants to know, eyebrows raising.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"...Noon. How's noon?"

He got his ship back, but they won't be cleared for another mission for at least a couple of days.