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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."

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Pavel was nothing if not eager to please, and that had flourished under Spock's strict lessons. He was a fast learner, a quick thinker, and-most importantly- willing to take discipline. He wasn't 'Ensign Pavel Chekov' here, kneeling in the middle of the Vulcan's floor. No, he was something that Spock had taken and molded into something just for himself.

A toy.

A pet.

But as nicely as his training was coming along, he was still young and still prone to a few mistakes and he whined a little when Spock corrected him, kept his lips from too warm skin. He wanted to touch, to taste, to show his Commander exactly how good he could really be....but for now, that meant easing those shirts free of pale skin, folding them neatly with fingers that shook before kneeling once more to unlace the man's boots. He was careful with his movements now, so careful so he wouldn't get in trouble.

Spock stood still, watching the Ensign with a careful gaze as he was unclothed, bare for the younger Human to see. He made no move to cover himself, but did step his feet forward to ease Chekov's task of untying his bootlaces. He may be the Master within their game, but he wasn't cruel. There was no need to be where there had been actions for it.

"Make certain you put them in their place in the closet. While you are in there, fetch the box that I keep your play belongings in. If you continue this positive behavior, I will reward you by replacing the plug within you with a vibrating device instead."

A small whine was the only reaction Spock got to his words, Pavel's eyes closing for a brief moment as he fought the urge to rock back against the plug that had been tormenting him all shift. The idea of Spock easing it out, only to replace it with a vibrator was almost too much for his young hormones to take...and if Spock had suggested it in the beginning of their games, he wouldn't have lasted. But now he was used to this....and he knew that begging and pleading wouldn't get him far.

Easing synth leather from elegant feet, Pavel folded the laces into the boot proper to keep them from tangling. Setting them aside, he made sure they were neat and unscuffed and ready to be placed in the closet before he continued with his first order. He peeled Spock's socks off, next, leaving them by the folded shirts as he reached up to carefully check the man's pockets. A small slip of something Pavel didn't really look at was set off on a nearby table, and then he was skillfully working the fastenings and easing the material off narrow hips. He folded the pants just as neatly as he'd folded everything else, stacked them on top of the shirts and returned for the man's underwear. Those were folded as well, stacked, and then Pavel was picked up the neat stack in one arm and Spock's boots in his other hand. The clothes went off to be laundered. The boots were lovingly placed in the closet, a kiss pressed against each toe before he retrieved the box in question and carried it back. Kneeling once more, he managed to control his breathing when the plug inside him shifted against him as he held the not particularly light box up for his Master's use.

As usual, the Commander was still and unresponsive as Pavel stripped him of his garments, flexing here and there as the warm air of his quarters meet with his own heated skin. Sitting nude on the bed, Spock wasn't aroused, but calm as the navigator took care of the dirty laundry and his boots, and then fetched the box for the Vulcan and held up said box.

Spock accepted it with a nod, putting it in his own lap before opening it and gazing at the contents within. There were plenty of toys - vibrators, whips, handcuffs, various instruments meant to draw out the foreplay, almost torture, until the submissive being was begging for more and writhing in his lap---

The Vulcan took a moment to center himself before looking at Pavel. "You have endured your task for the duration of your shift, thus I grant you permission to pick a toy from the box for me to use on you." Spock may be the Master in this situation, but that did not mean he had to be cruel to the other. He gave rewards when they were due, along with punishments.

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