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]

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.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

There's a rush of hot pain, and when it ebbs a few seconds later he comes, spattering the carpet and choking on his own breath.

[full_of_wrath]

Khan chuckles, and drops him down very gently, hand rubbing up and down his spine.

"That was good."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

He shudders with aftershocks, mumbling agreement.

"...Been a good day."

[full_of_wrath]

"Bed for you?"

He guesses, running a hand over him.

"No- shower first."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"Shower."

He agrees, nodding.

"Am I sleeping over?"

[full_of_wrath]

He starts. That hadn't occurred to him.

"If you like, yes."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"I don't have to."

But he wants to, and he's not afraid to let that show in his tone, and the way he pushes himself toward the bathroom.

[full_of_wrath]

"No, I'd like that."

He finds himself startled to admit, staring up at him from the carpet.

[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."