He grunted to the nip to his fingers - not a noise of complaint - and settled his hands back onto the bed, palm up. His body was restless, muscles twitching, nerves eager for sensation.
It would be enjoyable, Spock pondered, to hold his captain in this thrall. A pleasant fantasy; Pike was not a man to cede control to another - though Spock trusted in him enough, was loyal enough, to put his safety in his... lover's hands, it was doubtful that Pike was capable of the same. One did not hold a ship as long as he had by trusting.
The throb of the welts on his back broke his thought and Spock slid, with deliberation, against the sheets, further stimulating the bruised flesh.
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Date: 2009-12-14 03:25 pm (UTC)It would be enjoyable, Spock pondered, to hold his captain in this thrall. A pleasant fantasy; Pike was not a man to cede control to another - though Spock trusted in him enough, was loyal enough, to put his safety in his... lover's hands, it was doubtful that Pike was capable of the same. One did not hold a ship as long as he had by trusting.
The throb of the welts on his back broke his thought and Spock slid, with deliberation, against the sheets, further stimulating the bruised flesh.