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Dec. 1st, 2010
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Dec. 1st, 2010 12:03 pm[A revival and continuation of this thread]
Spock stood, waiting for Chekov to move to follow the order he had given him. The Vulcan ignored the whine, the arousal already starting to pulse gently through his own body that was both a mixture of his own and the Ensign's. If anything, the touch telepathy the Commander had made the sex between him and Chekov...interesting. Perhaps a little fascinating. It allowed the Vulcan to tease him, give him what he wanted, or keep from doing.
It was all apart of the game, really.
At the first hint of kissing, of more touching than what was allowed, Spock pushed Chekov's head away forcefully. "I did not give you permission for such actions. You will keep your mind on the orders I have given you, Ensign Chekov." His voice was deep, controlled as usual as he shifted a little from the garments removed. He was certainly surprised, and impressed at that, that Chekov had restrained himself this much by now. Then again, the 'training' seemed to be working so far if the navigator was lasting this long.
Spock allowed himself to feel pleased, even if it was just for a moment.
"Continue, Ensign."
Spock stood, waiting for Chekov to move to follow the order he had given him. The Vulcan ignored the whine, the arousal already starting to pulse gently through his own body that was both a mixture of his own and the Ensign's. If anything, the touch telepathy the Commander had made the sex between him and Chekov...interesting. Perhaps a little fascinating. It allowed the Vulcan to tease him, give him what he wanted, or keep from doing.
It was all apart of the game, really.
At the first hint of kissing, of more touching than what was allowed, Spock pushed Chekov's head away forcefully. "I did not give you permission for such actions. You will keep your mind on the orders I have given you, Ensign Chekov." His voice was deep, controlled as usual as he shifted a little from the garments removed. He was certainly surprised, and impressed at that, that Chekov had restrained himself this much by now. Then again, the 'training' seemed to be working so far if the navigator was lasting this long.
Spock allowed himself to feel pleased, even if it was just for a moment.
"Continue, Ensign."