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( closed ) fly me to the moon

who: Jim Kirk & Victor Frankenstein
what: romantic weekend in the stars (literally)
when: early September
where: on the shuttle, up in space
warnings: some kinky sex

The shuttle isn't exactly the most romantic of transportations, but Jim has tried his best to make it look and feel comfortable and cozy. There's no actual bed, but he has set up a large mattress on the floor in the cargo bay area, with plenty of pillows and blankets, and he's hung a few curtains from the walls so the room doesn't look as cold with all the metal and hard edges all over. There's a box with a few things they might need, though he hasn't forgotten to stock up on supplies for an emergency situation, as well as enough food rations to last them a few weeks if something does happen. He doesn't think it will, but still.

For now Jim's sitting in the pilot seat, fastened securely into place as they cross the atmosphere and start on the smooth path taking them up into space. It's not too high up above the moon, but they get a nice view of both it and the Capitol World a little farther in the distance, and Jim makes sure to take on a steadier speed before turning on the autopilot, letting Victor take in the view for a while.

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They were both going to have to rein in their second-nature habits with each other if they intended this to last more than five minutes. Because seeing James standing there made Victor really want to have his mouth working the man’s crotch.

“You should, um... get on your hands and knees. Like at the lake.” His lip flicked up in a smile remembering that trip.

It was all a matter of focus. Jim had much the same thought when he looked down and Victor's face was aligned with his crotch, but he was glad that Victor didn't do anything about it. He liked how their little game was playing out so far.

He nodded mutely, then carefully moved to Victor's side, lowering himself onto his hands and knees. He made sure to stick his ass out just as much as he had back at the lake, although right now he was still wearing his underwear. The leash felt a little taut right now due to all the moving around, but it wasn't bothering him, so he said nothing to it.

"Better," Victor declared. He gave James a little squeeze on the ass. "I think that deserves another article of clothing removed. But you have to keep your eyes focused on the mattress. Don't look up until I tell you."

He waited to be sure James was staring at the mattress before he started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved just out of James's line of sight to make the temptation to look up even stronger.

He sighed when Victor squeezed his ass, but didn't move otherwise. He nodded again at Victor's order and did as told, eyes fixed intently on the mattress just in front of his face.

It wasn't easy staying like that. He had to blink slowly and keep his eyes closed for a few seconds just so he wouldn't give into the temptation, but he managed somehow, even if he would like for Victor to just use that crop on him already. Hopefully he would reward him later.

Victor wasn't sure if he was pleased or disappointed that James was following orders so far. He set his shirt aside and said, "Okay, you can look now. And I give you permission to do the first thing that comes to mind when you look at me."

He knew he could just as easily give James orders, but he liked offering options. And seeing what James would do next was just as exciting for him.

That was a pretty great reward, and Jim rushed to take it before Victor changed his mind. He turned his head and looked back at Victor, breathing deeply as he took the sight of him bare-chested, and promptly dropped a hand down to tug his own boxer briefs off, throwing them across the cargo bay.

Then he spread his knees wider, letting out a soft little sigh. Victor would get a pretty nice view of his ass, and the growing erection between his legs. "Please," he purred, biting at his lower lip, glancing and tipping his head at the crop in Victor's hand. "Use it on me. Just once... please."

His eyes widened and his mouth went dry. He stared, eyes going slow as they took in James in all his naked glory. They settled on the erection and Victor swallowed. He hardly did anything and that was the response. Then again, his own pants felt uncomfortably tight.

"Just once?" he echoed. He brought down the riding crop, his other hand taking the leash again. He tugged a moment after the crop made contact with James's ass. "Don't I get to decide how many times I use it?" He loosened the leash, hitting James with the crop again to make his point.

Victor never did have to do much of anything for Jim to get turned on, and this time around, just putting the collar around his neck had already been enough to arouse him. Getting into their play was only adding to it.

Caught off-guard by the sudden motion, Jim cried out, his body jerking slightly before he moved back again, offering up his ass for a second hit. He was glad that Victor didn't leave him hanging and hit him again, his muscles clenching and relaxing again at the second hit. "Yes!" He practically cried, lips parted as he panted audibly for breath. "Yes... Master. Hit me as many times as you want."

"That sounded almost like an order." He lightly tapped James's ass with the crop. He had to shift to try and relieve some of the tightness he was feeling, but it didn't help. He tugged on the leash to get James's attention. "You should try that again, and ask for it properly this time."

Jim gasped at both the accusation and the tugging, and he swallowed dryly, biting at his lower lip. “I didn’t mean to, Master,” he said hotly, feeling a little breathless. He looked down Victor’s figure, licking his lips when his eyes lingered on the bulge, then he looked down at the mattress again. “Please– hit me more, and... do whatever else you want with me. I’ll be good, I promise.”

James eyeing him reminded Victor of his promise to take off clothes if the other obeyed. And really, his pants were getting uncomfortable, so Victor was glad to be rid of them. The boxer briefs he revealed were a lot like the form-fitting ones James favored, except these were dark blue.

He allowed a moment to take in the view before hitting James two more times in quick succession on the ass. "I have this impression you already have ideas of what you want me to do to you, James. Like with this." He fished in the box again and took out the vibrator. "Or maybe the nipple clamps?" He hit James again, a little harder. "Am I getting warm?"

Jim watched Victor undress with hungry, darkened eyes. His hips swayed mid-air, the muscles around the rim of his opening clenching almost visibly, his fingers curling lightly on the sheets. Seeing how hard Victor was getting already was only making his own cock grow harder, aching for attention.

But what little control he had went out the window when Victor hit him again, twice at first, but quickly followed by that harder hit, and the nearly accusatory suggestions of what Jim wanted the doctor to do to him. Before he could stop himself, he was crying out the wrong words. “Fuck, Victor! Ah–“ Apparently catching himself immediately, he sucked in a breath, pressing his sweaty forehead against his own arm. “Master... I apologize. Yes sir, you are... hah, getting warmer.”

Victor had to close his eyes and take a breath, biting his lower lip against his growing arousal. He was going to keep those boxer briefs on as long as he could, dammit, because James hadn't earned him completely naked yet.

"Well, we're obviously going to be using all of this stuff eventually," Victor mused out loud, hitting James again and then tugging on the leash a moment later. "But if there's one you're wanting now, you'd better give me a hint before I gag you."

He cried softly and trembled all over, his body both tense and collapsing languidly against the mattress. His thighs quivered, ass already a little red from the smacks.

"The vibrator. Please... Master. And the leather cuffs. I would... would like you to use those on me. Very, very much." He wouldn't say no to the gag either, in fact his heart was already racing just thinking about it.

Victor had to take another moment to breathe and get control of himself. His cock was in desperate need of attention and he was sure James was feeling the same way. Grabbing the cuffs was a good distraction. Putting them on James was more difficult, as it meant touching the man without pushing him down on the mattress and kissing him senseless.

James would feel Victor trembling as he snapped the cuffs on. "You know, I won't hear your safe word if we use that gag," he pointed out. "How are you going to signal if you need me to stop?"

Jim's eyes landed on Victor's hands, noticing the way they trembled even as they fastened the cuffs in place. His gaze flicked up to Victor's face at the question, and he tried to clear his mind for a moment, thinking of a solution for that.

"Finger snaps," he said finally. "I'll just start snapping my fingers if I want you to stop." It wasn't flawless, but considering he wouldn't have a lot of freedom to move, it was the best he could think of.

"You know my limits, anyway." Maybe even better than Jim did. He pressed his hands to the mattress, trying to lift his upper body a little. "Can I have a kiss, please?"

"No." Victor smacked James as hard as he could allow himself. He knew both of their limits, and knew he was going to be tending to any bruising or hurt areas after they were done.

"Two reasons why you won't get that kiss. First, you didn't address me as 'maser'. And second, if I kiss you I'm not sure I'll be able to stop. I definitely won't want to." Even talking about it made Victor want to tug James forward with the leash and kiss him. His fingers twitched a little on the leash.

"Yeah. I'm going to do it anyway." He tugged, bringing their faces close enough for a kiss.

Jim winced when Victor hit him, but if his expression fell a little, it was only because Victor denied his request. Not that was wrong to, but... well, if Victor was gagging him next, then chances were it was going to be a while before he got to kiss Victor again.

And he was already missing it.

He looked down at those twitchy fingers, then back up to Victor, almost hopeful. When the doctor spoke again he sucked in a breath, and leaned in as close as he could, arching close to Victor as he kissed him hard and deep, parting his mouth and pushing his tongue past Victor's lips.

He noted James's reaction in those brief seconds before they kissed, and it thrilled him. The kiss itself, of course, had him hungry for more and his tongue didn't waste any time in meeting with James's. He was not gentle in pushing James down on the mattress, pausing their kisses only long enough to slip in between James's cuffed wrists.

"Like I said," he mumbled, sliding his boxers off so his erection could spring free, "don't want to stop doing this now."

Yep, never mind that. If Victor wasn't going to stop the kiss then Jim sure as hell wasn't going to be the one pulling away from it. He let out a soft giggle when Victor pushed him down on the bed, happily placing his cuffed arms around Victor's neck and kissing him again.

He broke the kiss with panted breaths as Victor got rid of his last piece of clothing, curling one leg around the doctor and pulling him closer, until he could feel Victor's erection pressed against him. "It's fine... we can pick back up where we left off in a little while."

He loved hearing James laugh, and slid his hands over the man's warm skin looking for places he knew would make James squirm. His fingers caught on the chain of James's new necklace and let out a soft purr of approval.

"Hmm, and what makes you think we're stopping anything? You, my gorgeous captain charming, are still in cuffs and are wearing a leather collar. And I still have this." He tapped James's thigh with the vibrator. "And," he went on, "I will gag you... with my mouth and tongue, and eventually my cock."

He grinned, pressing a kiss to James's lips.

His smile widened at Victor's words, eyes glinting in excitement. He sucked in a breath when he felt the vibrator against his leg, shifting slightly at the touch, and arching himself closer to Victor in the meantime.

"Mm, yes please... Master," he murmured just before Victor took his mouth in a kiss, letting out a soft hum as he parted his lips and let Victor's tongue push past them.

There was probably some fun that could be had in an actual gag, but why use that when it was way more fun to just stick his tongue in James's mouth? He only stopped long enough so he could grab one of the lubes James brought for their trip. They were all good choices but some he knew James liked more.

He kept one hand curled in the leash, not that he thought James would try breaking away from their kisses, and the other had lubed fingers to start stretching. He pressed James down as much as he could into the mattress to prevent the other from squirming too much.

Jim almost whined when Victor broke the kiss, and as soon as the doctor was within range, he pressed their mouths together again, greedy and eager. He let out a muffled gasp when Victor's hand moved down between them, his body tensing in a futile attempt to move when he felt those slick fingers push past his entrance.

But Victor had him pinned down hard, and Jim could barely shift on the bed, let alone move properly like he wanted to. He let out a breathless whine, biting at Victor's lower lip as if goading him into doing more.

He responded to all of that with a tug on the leash. He liked getting James a little worked up and feeling the other desperate against him. It was how Victor often felt, so he eased up with some soothing kisses and petting through James’s hair.

“Want something, geliebte?” Victor asked. He had an idea, but wanted James to say it. The collar was still on, so they were still playing.

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