( closed ) fly me to the moon

[winscenario]

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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[jolting]

"Really?" A mischievous spark lit up his eyes and he slapped James again, a little harder. "Is that a promise?"

[winscenario]

He gasped this time around, reaching down to catch Victor's wrist. "Yeah, you can call it that," he murmured, biting Victor's lower lip.

[jolting]

His heart skipped a little when James grabbed his wrist. The hold wasn't so tight he couldn't break free of it if he wanted. But he let James hold him, his other hand still petting the man's hair.

"You did bring a lot of stuff," he pointed out. "How many of those do you want to use on me? I'm guessing 'all' but did you have any specific ones in mind?"

[winscenario]

He moved Victor's wrist so he could pin it down to the mattress next to his head, his fingers sliding across the palm and weaving through Victor's own in a tight hold.

"How about... I let you choose what you want me to use on you first?" Just like Victor let him choose what he wanted used on him.

[jolting]

Breath caught in his throat, eyes widening just a bit. "Um. I think you're doing fine without that stuff right now. But..." He wet his lips. "I am a little curious about those beads."

[winscenario]

"The beads? Really?" Jim looked evidently surprised, although in a good way. His smile stretched, and he bit at his own lower lip, studying Victor's face. "All or nothing, huh? How very adventurous of you."

[jolting]

He frowned at that reaction, flexing his fingers. Now he was more curious about them. He could always use his safe word if he didn’t like it... “I like being on adventures with you. Even ones that scare me or make me nervous.”

[winscenario]

Well, it wasn't the most hardcore thing they could do, but it was an unusual choice. Jim knew well how to use it, though, and he knew how to make it pleasurable. If Victor didn't like the sensation, he could always ask him to stop.

"That is true," he traced a finger down the side of Victor's face, gently kissing him on the lips. "Think you're ready now, or... should I let you rest a little longer?"

[jolting]

“Let me rest?” Victor repeated the words with a raised eyebrow. “You’re the one who was spanked and fucked with a vibrator. I thought you needed rest.” He didn’t know whether to feel impressed or disappointed if James was ready to bounce back after that intensity.

[winscenario]

“And not just the vibrator,” Jim said with a wink, nudging Victor’s leg with his own. He traced his fingers across the doctor’s face, shrugging a little. “I’m alright. A little sore, but I feel... full of energy. Excited. I’m not really tired yet.”

[jolting]

He chuckled, brushing his thumb across James's lips. "Yeah, I'm excited, too. Spending days with you in the stars is pretty incredible. Or..." His lip quirked up in a teasing smile. "Did you mean something else?"

[winscenario]

Jim chuckled, grinning lopsidedly at Victor. "You know very well I meant it in more than one way," he murmured, shifting a little so he way lying on top of the doctor. "But yes, I'm pretty happy about being up here with you, too."

[jolting]

Victor smiled back, pulse quickening as he felt James's weight on him. He slid an arm around the other man's waist to keep him in place. "You're excited to see how I react to those beads?" he guessed, smirking. "I am, too. And whatever else we play with in that box of yours."

[winscenario]

"Oh, I am... very excited, and curious," he said with a smirk, one hand sliding down Victor's side and squeezing a handful of his thigh and ass. "Lucky you that I'm planning on going through as much of it as I can, then."

[jolting]

His breath caught, his eyes flickering in excitement. “Lucky me,” he agreed heavily. He took in a breath and added, “Please, James?”

[winscenario]

"Who's James?" He rose an eyebrow, then extricated himself from Victor's hold so he could straddle him. He hummed thoughtfully, fingers dancing in slow circles across Victor's chest and stomach. "You have to address me as... sir."

[jolting]

“Yes, sir.” The response was immediate, though Victor had to fight hard not to smile, or stretch to offer more of his skin. “Will you use those beads on me, sir? Please?”

[winscenario]

"I will... if you're good," he tilted his head, studying Victor's face. He could tell he barely managed to suppress a smile, but since he succeeded, Jim said nothing to it. "Now, what do you feel about me using this on you first?"

He reached over and pulled out the rope from the box. It would be much more interesting if he could get Victor tied down and with restricted mobility, but he wouldn't do it if Victor wasn't up for it.

[jolting]

Victor wet his lips, eyes running over the length of the rope. He remembered it from when James used it on him before. "Well," he began thoughtfully, "I like it when you pin me down, so I'm sure I'll like it when you tie me down with that rope. But you're the one in charge, sir. It's up to you."

[winscenario]

"How very obliging of you," he purred, rewarding Victor's answer with a small roll of his hips. He flexed a finger at Victor, reaching for one of his wrists. "Give me your hands."

[jolting]

He knew how to play this game. The roll of hips got a soft noise to escape but Victor fought the urge to shift back. Victor obediently held out his hands for James to tie, keeping his breathing as even as possible.

[winscenario]

He placed Victor's forearms together, arms folded, and started working on an intricate knot that tied his forearms together almost completely, wrists included. He tested the strength, making sure it was tight enough, but not so tight that Victor should have any circulatory issues no matter how much Jim moved him around.

"How's that?" He grabbed the excess rope and tugged, testing.

[jolting]

He waited while James tied him up, keeping his muscles relaxed to make it easier. Once it was done, he tested the ropes a little.

"I won't be getting out of this unless you untie me," he declared. "But it feels okay. Sir," he added.

[winscenario]

"If you ever want me to take them off, all you have to do is say so," Jim reminded him, smiling as he traced a finger down the side of Victor's face. Then he pulled back, crawling away from him. "Now... turn around slowly, then get on your knees."

[jolting]

"I'll use my safe word," Victor promised. He smiled back, clenching his fingers to fight the urge to touch back. His heart picked up its pace at the request.

"Really? Um.. yeah. Okay. I mean, yes, sir." He rolled over so he could push up to his knees easier. Victor was already biting his lip anticipating any number of things.