Like a stalking tiger, Pike stood slowly, tucking himself away and fixing his clothing so he looked neat again. He bent down smoothly and pulled on one glove, and a second later, body checked Spock into the wall. He growled by the Vulcan's ear, the gloved hand deftly undoing the fastener and sliding beneath Spock's trousers to grasp the hot green flesh in smooth cold leather.
"...You get off on this as much as he did and look just as pretty on your knees." As he started to stroke, voice a growl, knowing just the right grip. "You want nothing more then to give up all that logic and control and have someone run your fucking life, tell you when you can even breathe."
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Date: 2009-07-26 03:05 am (UTC)"...You get off on this as much as he did and look just as pretty on your knees." As he started to stroke, voice a growl, knowing just the right grip. "You want nothing more then to give up all that logic and control and have someone run your fucking life, tell you when you can even breathe."