A strong hand slowly came up to grasp hard, hot flesh through the tight black trousers Spock wore. The grip was firm, almost painful. The other hand stayed behind his head, the expression still calm. The only give away to what occurred in his mind was a matching bulge and the dilation of his pupils.
"Spock." A single word, pure and utter command. Oh yes, this young man was as moldable as his first officer had ever been. Through their contact-bond, he pressed home the command. "Kneel. Down."
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Re: [Back to reality]
Date: 2009-07-25 10:46 pm (UTC)"Spock." A single word, pure and utter command. Oh yes, this young man was as moldable as his first officer had ever been. Through their contact-bond, he pressed home the command. "Kneel. Down."