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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[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.

[full_of_wrath]

"Don't. Not yet."

He murmurs, then draws back out of him, so he can flip Kirk over onto his stomach. He settles down over him, and presses back in.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

It starts the process all over again, the build back up to desperation. Kirk reaches back to grab at Khan, because although the angle this way is better, he misses seeing the tension of it all playing out on Khan's face.

[full_of_wrath]

What he likes about this one is that he can heave Jim up onto his hands and knees, kneel between his legs and start fucking him deep, bent over like that, in an excruciatingly delightful position.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Kirk makes sure he's at least halfway holding himself steady, but more than a few of Khan's thrusts nudge him forward, leaving carpet burn on his knees and arms. He doesn't care, it doesn't stop him from sobbing out moans.

[full_of_wrath]

He puts an arm under his chest and rears up with him, holding him up and fucking into him, like he weighs nothing more than a doll. His movements start to get faster, as he gets closer to the edge.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

Jim reaches back with one hand to grab Khan's hair, needing something to hold onto. He's secure in Khan's grip, but being manhandled has the delirious effect of making him feel as if he's lost touch with gravity.

[full_of_wrath]

The first good, sharp yank on his hair makes him shout, and he comes inside him with a deep groan, and a violent bite against Jim's shoulder.

Bitten to orgasm, he hasn't forgotten.