Date: 2009-12-09 09:57 pm (UTC)
His breath was a deep rasp as Spock turned, settled his welted skin against the sheets - not so rough as those in his own quarters, which were going to feel like fine abrasives if he were sent back tonight.

It was impossible to watch Pike and remain still. Spock closed his eyes tightly, concentrated once again on his breathing. His cock was full and hard and exposed but he did not cover himself. Spock sank himself further into his own sense of focus, his own desire to acquiesce to his captain and, at last, managed to open his eyes.
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Captain Christopher Richard Pike

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