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Another amazing rp that Omegle won’t give me a gosh darn log link for

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like McKirk.

Stranger: ((Sick Jim, Bones is unaware. Just love me some angsty fluff! Established or un, totally up to you.)) Need to move that physical I had scheduled for tomorrow. JK

You: Jim, this is the 4th time you've rescheduled this physical. -LM I can't keep making up excuses for you -LM

Stranger: But Bones, you're so good at it. It'd be a shame to let that talent go to waste. JK

You: Oh, trust me, you never let it go to waste. -LM There's only so long I can put this off before one of us gets a message from Starfleet about it. -LM

Stranger: Not my fault they've been shoving me into meeting after meeting. JK

You: I can do it outside of our shift times if that's what it'll take. -LM This has become a new record, even for you, and technically I shouldn't be letting you continue duty without it. -LM

Stranger: Ugh, I hate technicalities. JK

You: Regulations exist for a reason, I guess. -LM Why do you hate your physicals so much? -LM

Stranger: I don't, just haven't had time. JK

You: Bullshit, you haven't. -LM You've had time to play 3d chess with Spock in the senior officer's lounge. -LM

Stranger: He /made me/. Chess is his idea of a break. JK

You: No, I've seen him try to make you do things and you have a very specific defiance of that. -LM What's been going on? I thought you'd wanna just get the physical over with. -LM

Stranger: Pick your battles, Bones. Not gonna fight him over chess. JK I do. I mean it, really haven't had time. You've seen my schedule, you know the Feds have me everywhere at once. JK

You: ((oooo I actually love that, calling the federation 'the feds' )) You have some time right now? We're in transit to a starbase at the moment, right? -LM Let me look you over real quick before we get there. -LM

Stranger: ((It's my favorite thing)) Fine, Bones. JK

You: Thank you. Meet me in my office? I'll tell Chapel to let you in. -LM

Stranger: Mmhm. JK

You: I mean it, if you don't show up you're gonna hear about it in an official report. -LM

Stranger: I know the drill. JK

You: Okay, I'll see you in a bit. -LM ((Do you wanna switch to paragraphs or nah?))

Stranger: ((Sure thing! Want me to start?))

You: ((Yeah, thanks :) ))

Stranger: ((If you want me to change anything, let me know! Diagnosis wise, I'm thinking scarlet fever? You know Jim's immune system sucks too much t let it just be strep))

You: ((Sure, sounds good! ))

You: ((I've never done this type of scenario before so I'm sure you know what'd work best))

Stranger: Jim, to put things lightly, felt like complete shit. Too hot one second, too cold the next, and not at all sure if he could stand for longer than a few minutes without his legs giving out from under him. He'd barely made it to the bridge, which is where he'd been planted until he suddenly remembered (through the haze clouding his thoughts) that he had that stupid physical scheduled for tomorrow. No way he could show up feeling or looking the way he currently did. And now, in his attempts to get out of it, he'd sent Bones into a frenzy. He'd felt /fine/ up until a couple days ago, what started as a rash on his neck spreading down his torso, then his arms (all thankfully hidden by his uniform). Then came the vertigo and the sore throat, quickly snowballing into barely being able to swallow all the coffee he needed to keep him awake and a searing headache. God, he just wanted a fucking nap. Of course, Bones refused to push his physical back any further, so any hope of avoiding him until he could stand on his own two feet without wobbling was lost. But he was able to make it through a day of work without crashing and burning, so he was counting that as a win. He hobbled on back to his room to freshen up, the mere idea of taking his uniform off making him shiver so hard his teeth chattered. So, naturally, he kept it on. His legs almost gave out on him on the way to the bathroom, hand only just catching him on the edge of the bed in time to keep him from hitting his head /too/ hard on his bedside table. Ouch. A swell of nausea pulled at him as he finished the walk to the bathroom, though he couldn’t exactly puke when he hadn’t eaten in two days. With a rinse of his mouth and a check to make sure his rash was concealed, he was off to med bay. He rubbed tiredly at the newest sore spot on his head with one hand as the other knocked on the door frame of Bones' office (that he was shamelessly leaning against for support), body tensed in preparation for a full on lecture.

You: ((Sorry brb, gimme 2 minutes))

Stranger: ((No rush!))

You: Bones tapped his PADD idly, checking to see the time. 5 minutes after the last time he checked. Where the hell was Jim? The doctor knew that, unless this was him skipping out, there was really no reason for to take him this long to get here. Sighing audibly, he had just started to fill out a report when he finally heard the knock on his office door and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had really not been looking forward to playing 'regulations' with Jim. He opened the door, relief staying for only a few seconds before he had fully taken in the state of the man standing (in you could call it that) in front of him. "Jesus H. Christ, man." He muttered, pupils dilating in fear and panic. He slipped one arm under Jim and helped him wobble over to the exam table, grabbing his scanner with the other and getting to work. "What the hell happened? When were you going to tell me that you were a walking popsicle?" He gestured vaguely to the intense shivering on Jim's part.

Stranger: Sure, Jim was grateful for the added support as Leonard slipped an arm around him, but he'd give /anything/ to not have to look at Bones' face in that given moment. This, this was why he never said anything - just to avoid seeing someone he loved look at him like that. His eyes closed as his body met the exam table, another wave of vertigo washing over him and bringing back that stupid, incessant nausea. He was pulled back to reality by the oh so familiar beep of the scanner, one eyelid cracking open to regard Leonard as he spoke. "Ideally never?" Came his hoarse answer, then a thick swallow. "Nothing in my stomach to puke, but, y'know, might puke."

You: "Shit, hang on." He muttered, scrambling for his hypo and programming in some Dramamine before giving Jim a quick shot. As much as he cared for the man, he did not want to be covered in his stomach acid. "There we go, alright. Tell me what you're feeling, other than the puking and the coldness." The scanner in his hand let off an especially loud beep and Leonard glanced over at the monitor, his brows furrowing as he went into full A&E doctor mode.

Stranger: If the way that Jim barely flinched in reaction to the hypo was any indication, he was /far/ more run down than he'd thought he was. His eyes closed again once the hypo had finished, attention partly diverted towards Leonard and the other half focused on just keeping him awake. Who was he kidding, he was too fucking cold to sleep. "Head-" He was cut off by an extra loud beep near his ear, "hurts." He finished with a grimace, continuing only after another swallow. "Throat hurts, skin hurts. Vertigo's bad."

You: He nodded quickly, brain scrambling to piece together all the symptoms. "Okay..." He mumbled, the louder beeping on the scanner continuing as he dragged the scanner all the way down Jim's arm then back up and down his torso. "What the-" Leonard yanked up the bottom of the captain's uniform shirt, eyes darting across the huge rash that was spreading downward from his neck. "How long? How long have you had this rash?" He asked quickly, needing to know exactly how fast this had spread. He hadn't seen anything like this in his years of practice aboard the Enterprise but something about it struck him as oddly familiar. He'd heard about an illness like this somewhere before, maybe while he was at the academy? He grabbed his PADD so he could quickly access the computer's memory banks, which he knew had all academy training information on them, and quickly set the parameters as 'medical'.

Stranger: ((I'm so sorry love, I have to head to bed! Thank you for this, hopefully I'll run into you again soon! <3))

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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like Spirk.

You: ((Unestablished)) Jim reached up and knocked hesitantly on the door to Spock's quarters, hoping that he was there. Earlier, while walking to the cafeteria together after Alpha shift had ended, Jim had made the decision to show the Vulcan that he had feelings for him. Wanting to be subtle, he had reached over and gently taken the other's hand, lacing their fingers together. It wasn't until after Spock had pulled his hand away sharply and quickly walked away from Jim that the captain realized the mistake he'd made, using human customs to convey affection without thinking about how Vulcan tradition and biology might interpret the hand holding as much more intimate than he had intended. He felt absolutely awful about the incident, hoping he hadn't made Spock feel too uncomfortable with the sudden, invasive touch and decided to come and make sure he was alright.

Stranger: He had not anticipated such an action from his Captain. That in part was why it had caught him so off guard. Like a spark shooting across him it had sent a whole cacophony of emotions ricocheting through him. Spock would not deny he had grown fond of Jim. Truth was he was certain it was much more than fondness. More often than not as of late he had become accustomed to his praise, his attention, and at ties even possessive of his company. Given these were all things he could brush off as simply being the job. Yet, somewhere along the lines something had gone quite messy. Now he was sat in his bed, trying to focus the frustration away, along with the ripple of sensation he was too unfamiliar with to understand fully. It was making his uniform trousers mildly uncomfortable at the moment. The knock jostled him quite a bit, and the Vulcan turned his gaze towards the door. Standing, Spock made his way across the room. It was a lapse in judgement that made him realize only a second too late that the door would not stop partially open. So he stood there with his hands folded in front of him, face as stoic as he could make it at the moment, and he frowned slightly at the Captain on the other side. "What can I do for you Captain?"

You: Jim felt himself tense a little when the door opened and he stood for a moment, staring up at the Vulcan, having not prepared what he was going to say. "Ah, I just came to, um, see if you were alright after what happened earlier." He tried to explain, looking down at his hands and fiddling with them idly as he spoke. "I didn't think that- I mean, I forgot to take your cultural differences into account." He took a deep breath to try and ground himself from his frantic ramblings and let it out slowly so his body relaxed and his thoughts turned into words more naturally. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't've done that." He said finally, looking back up at Spock's face and hoping that he'd find forgiveness there or at least neutrality.

Stranger: Spock watched him, brows furrowed slightly at their sharp angle. "It was very foolish of you," He confirmed, " however I can not fault your lack of reflexive knowledge. I am aware that in the moment of things one may not be thinking properly." Fingers twitched slightly where they were clasped together before him. How did humans deal with this!? " I am alright. Perhaps slightly unsettled about the entire thing. Had I been prepared I might have been capable of holding my composure a little better. However I am afraid you caught me very off guard. "

You: Jim nodded as he listened, visibly relaxing when Spock confirmed that, for the most part, he was alright. It lifted some guilt that he had crossed a huge line in Vulcan culture or something similar. "I should've just said something." He said, glancing over his shoulder at the people passing them in the hall briefly. "I was trying to be romantic or something I-" He cut himself off so he could take another slow, stabilizing breath. "I really care about you and I want to be with you." As soon as the words were out of his mouth the captain felt his chest get tight and shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously. "I... I was hoping you felt the same way."

Stranger: Spock watched the passers by for a moment and it crossed his mind that perhaps this was not a conversation to have here in the hall. " Come inside, Captain." The Vulcan moved back, letting him slip into his private quarters before shutting the door behind him. " This is a private matter that others need not be involved in..." Spock moved to sit himself down at the small two person table that folded out of one wall. " I am inexperienced in such matters, but I am aware that my own feelings may have shifted over recent months. "

You: Jim was thankful that they were moving the conversation into a more closed area, he usually tended to keep his personal life separate from his work as much as possible but then again he /was/ currently asking his first officer out. He took a seat next to Spock, his stance and body language open and carefree as usual, and listened intently as the vulcan spoke. "Is this something you'd be okay with? Being my partner?" He pressed gently, knowing that processing emotions and making decisions based on emotions might be difficult for Spock to do. He knew that Spock's parents were a human/vulcan couple but he didn't know if that kind of thing was frowned upon by vulcans or their society.

Stranger: He frowned a little more, and for a moment could only fidget his hands in his lap. ALSO not helping. "I do not think I would be able to offer you what you seek in such a ... partnership," He stated honestly. Spock knew that Jim had a reputation, and that his own inexperience may just cause them trouble. He might have had some mild infatuation? Desire? Need? Whatever you wished to call it, but the last thing he wanted was for that to cause a distance between them. "And I do not think that Star Fleet would be ... accepting of such a partnership between Captain and Commander."

You: "That's not what I asked" His first instinct in this scenario was to hold his hand to comfort him but, luckily, Jim stopped himself and instead placed it lightly on Spock's upper arm. He noticed that his hands were fidgeting and took it as a sign of nerves. "Do /you/ want this?" He asked, keeping eye contact as he spoke. "Fuck Starfleet, we can deal with that later. All I want from a partnership is you."

Stranger: "It is illogical to say that I would reject your advance if there were not stipulations with our employment and duty," he stated slowly, careful to pick his words properly. Spock glanced at Jim finally, obsidian eyes belaying his confusion and uncertainty. " You are clever and think in ways no Vulcan could. That alone makes you a very ... " Spock paused a moment, nose scrunching briefly, " Desirable partner."

You: ((Just a sec, ordering ubereats real quick))

Stranger: [ no sweat]

You: Jim nodded and pressed his hand against Spock's arm a little more firmly. He understood that the vulcan valued his position in Starfleet very much but he could see now that he wanted to say yes but was struggling to do so and trying to find a way to justify it that fit with his teachings growing up. "I'll take that as a compliment." He grinned that reckless, boyish smile that he was known for, letting his slide up from Spock's arm to the base of his neck. "Take a breath, don't overthink this." He told him, relaying his own technique in the hopes that it would at least help a little bit.

You: ((Oh geez sorry about that mile long sentence I didn't realize haha ))

Stranger: [ LOL! it's okay! My brain automatically breaks it up so you're good ]

You: ((Awesome lol ))

Stranger: The Vulcan was never really accustomed to being touched by anyone beyond his mother. So, as Jim's hand gripped at the nape of his neck it was very hard not to go stiff. He took a long, slow breath and let it out slowly. "We have already kissed," he surmised, " I suppose there is no logical reason for me to deny you."

You: "Did you enjoy it? The kiss?" He asked a little sheepishly, searching the other's eyes for sincerity. Something inside him was a little worried about the 'yes' being a logical decision but he reminded himself that this was normal for vulcans and not a result of being pressured into saying yes. At least he hoped it wasn't, Spock knew him well enough to know that Jim would never use his power as captain to penalize him for saying no.

Stranger: The Vulcan paused, mind drifting to the volley of sensations that had sent him fleeing from the din of social obligation within the halls to the quiet of his own chambers. Of course, being left along with his thoughts had not helped at all, and despite the fact that he should have been well distracted by now, his own discomfort was still a very pressing matter. A shower may well be in order to fix the problem at this rate. " Yes."

You: The thoughtful pause and resulting 'yes', though simple, greatly put Jim at ease with it's decisiveness. "I'm glad." He said, a bright smile spreading across his features. He glanced down at Spock's hands for a moment then looked back up to his face as he reached out and let his fingertips gently brush the vulcan's skin there. "I won't do it in public again if you'd like." He offered, knowing that he himself would be a bit embarrassed to do a human kiss in front of the crew.

Stranger: The Vulcan caught a breath between his teeth. A small shiver coursed across him. " I would appreciate if we kept such intimacies to private quarters..." Perhaps in other locations where there was no one to witness it. Given that it was increadibly difficult to control his reactions to Jim's touch at all. And the fact that he allowed the Captain to touch him at all - be it a friendly pat on the shoulder or in his excitement a fleeting hug- was already mused about through the crew. Slowly he shifted his hand, turning it to offer the sensitive palm towards Jim's attentive fingers.

You: Normally Jim wouldn't find this kind of thing intimate or exciting but the knowledge that this meant a lot to the vulcan and seeing his reactions to it made it much more enjoyable. He nodded in response to Spock's request with a quick, "Of course.", before he started to softly press and drag his fingers against the other's palm. He assumed the gesture of turning over his hand meant that it felt better against his palm so the captain make a note in his mind of it for later.

Stranger: [ sorry! got distracted XD ]

You: ((No prob lol I was like 'oh shit are my messages not sending again?' lmao ))

Stranger: His hand twitched slightly, a reflex as Jims fingers danced pinpoints of feeling across his palm. Spock took a long breath again, trying to steady himself. Melon green dusted his cheeks and tipped his pointed ears slightly as he continued to breath deeply. Slowly. Vulcans telepathic abilities rested within their hands. And each point of contact echoed unfamiliar emotions like Jim was shouting them down a long corridor.

You: Jim noticed as their hand made contact that the harder presses yielded a sort of buzz against his own skin, not unlike a weak electric current rippling up to his wrist. Is this part of what Spock felt but much, much more intense? He could tell that even the light touches were having an effect on the Vulcan and he now understood why the sudden, firm hand-holding from earlier had caused such a reaction. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" He hummed thoughtfully as he studied the green tint that was slowly creeping across Spock's face and finally let his palm rest against the other's in a feather-light touch that very, very slowly started to increase in pressure.

You: ((Hey, are you still there?))

Stranger: [8oas7o;ifajksld Critical role is terrible and distracting and I am sorry XD ]

Stranger: [ I keep turning on little snippets between replies and I forget to check for replies! ]

You: ((All good haha glad it's fun! ))

You: ((Actually that's a good idea, imma grab my switch and play some stardew valley))

Stranger: [ XD replying for yah now sorry about that! ]

You: ((No problem at all :) ))

Stranger: Spock trembled a little, not actually meaning to as his eyes fluttered briefly. The press of Jims hand against his own was well it was next to impossible to explain. Not that anyone would have ever grasped it anyway. He could feel the Captains pulse through his finger tips, the shift and stretch of feelings that were not his own and yet somehow were. " Your hands are warm..." he mumbled quietly, almost in a trance as he glanced from their hands towards Jim's gaze.

You: The captain couldn't help but giggle a little at the compliment. He'd never had anyone tell him his hands were warm before but it was oddly flattering, especially coming from the vulcan. The moment that Spock's eyes met his Jim felt his heart skip a beat and his breath catch in his throat. His face felt hot and, in a moment of impulsiveness, he pressed their hands together firmly and leaned forward, kissing the vulcan lovingly on the lips.

Stranger: He had seen his mother kiss his father before in human custom. It had always left him feeling rather confused to be sure. But, in that moment as Jims lips caught against his own, the fierce press of his hand sending that vibrant shock through him, he understood. A small sound of surprise and enjoyment left him, bubbling against his teeth as he leaned slightly into it. Mmm. Yeah. Whatever hope he'd had of easing his more primal reactions to Jims touch was shot.

You: Jim smiled a little into the kiss, having expected Spock to not enjoy the human kiss as much as he did and, while it felt incredible to be in such an intimate position with the other, knowing that Spock was enjoying it as well made him feel even better. He brought his free hand up to cup the vulcan's cheek as he pressed forward, his hot breath leaving him in soft pants before long. His other hand was now gripping Spock's as if he was afraid that letting go meant he would lose this moment forever.

Stranger: His face was flushed vibrantly, heart racing as he gripped at Jim's hand. It was nothing he had ever experienced before, the roll and coil of want that twisted in him making everything tingle in the most peculiar way. Pupils blown wide across already dark eyes, and breath leaving him in quivering little pants. " Jim..." the others name tumbled almost clumsily from his lips when they parted.

You: Jim broke the kiss when he heard his name and eased up on the pressure he was putting on Spock's hand. He could feel the vulcan coming undone beneath him and, if he was being honest, Jim knew he would be long gone as well if they kept up this pace. "I got you..." He murmured reassuringly, his eyes darting across Spock's face and torso to take in every trembling detail as quickly as he could. "Is this too much?" He asked, wanting to make sure that the vulcan wasn't being overwhelmed. "We can stop." That being said, Jim could already feel his pants getting tight and knew that if they stopped now he'd have a very awkward walk back to his own quarters.

Stranger: Spock swallowed, feeling a flutter of wings in his belly. He shook his head a little bit, blinking slowly. " Can..." Words fumbled at the tip of his tongue a moment, " Can we ... " dark eyes darted towards his bed, neat and tidy and rarely used for it's honest purpose. Most nights meditation got him by. " For the sake of comfort...?"

You: Jim glanced over his shoulder to where Spock's eyes had landed and nodded, panting quietly. "Of course." He said with a small smile, standing and leading the vulcan over to the bed with their joined hands. Once there he hastily tugged up Spock's uniform shirt, lifting it over his head with ease and breaking their hand contact so he could remove it fully. The captain took in a soft breath of awe as his eyes wandered across the bare chest. "Beautiful..." Jim murmured to himself, pressing another quick kiss to Spock's lips and hand simultaneously before he started to take off his own shirt.

Stranger: He didn't fight as Jim tugged away the shirt, dropping it unceremoniously upon the floor. The kiss once more left him reeling a little bit, and he blinked Jim back into focus as the other tugged at his own shirt. Spock was pale and lean, not thin but not bulky either. That green blush colored his shoulders and chest. Jim in comparison was sun kissed, muscle built neatly across his frame. The undeniable urge to touch brought his free hand up, and his fingers dusted slightly along the line of his collarbone. Lips parted around a quivering breath.

You: Jim smiled as Spock's hand brushed against his skin, a small shiver going down his spine. He wasn't used to such light, caring touches and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it immensely. "I'm all yours." He encouraged, stepping forward slightly and letting his hands wander down and start undoing the vulcan's pants. He could feel the bulge underneath and, despite the overconfident persona he typically displayed as captain, he now found himself blushing a bright red, his face hot.

Stranger: He felt like maybe he should have had more knowledge in this than simple mechanics. Sure he knew how his anatomy worked, and how the general act of copulation worked. That did not mean he knew much beyond that though. So, he watched. Eyes flitting across Jim's face, down to where his fingers fussed with belt and fastening. Spocks teeth caught at the inside corner of his bottom lip. The general anatomy of a vulcan was similar to that of a human. It looked mostly the same, save the fact that organs such as testes were internal to protect them from the heat of their home planet. He blushed a bit darker, glancing sheepishly away as if awaiting some form of criticism f his physical prowess.

You: Jim caught the glance away and used one hand to gently turn the vulcan's head back towards him, planting a long, passionate kiss to his lips as his other hand slowly pushed off his pants then underwear. He broke the human kiss for a just moment so he could speak. "Tell me what you want." He murmured against Spock's lips, his hand gently touching and stroking his member. Jim assumed that the same things would make the other feel good but there was still a bit of uncertainty.

Stranger: The first touch against delicate and horribly sensitive skin brought a shaking sound from somewhere deep in his chest. Eyes fluttered and knees threatened to go out from under him. "Teach me..." He managed to breathe. " Show me everything." He wanted to know how this felt. How to make Jim feel good. How to fix this ridiculous problem outside of meditation.

You: Jim smiled a little and just gave him a silent nod in response, gently pushing him into a sitting position on the bed and stepping closer so Spock was at eye-level with his stomach. "Take off my pants." He instructed gently, one hand resting on the vulcan's shoulder while the other threaded itself through his dark, neat hair. "Nice and slow." He hummed.

Stranger: Spock sat, head tipping up slightly to look at him. Confusion and curiosity colored his features but he nodded, " alright." Long, nimble finders made short work of the fastenings of Jim's slacks. He curled his fingers at the belt line, slowly dragging them down. His gaze focused on the new skin revealed to him.

You: A small moan left the captain's lips as he felt the air hit his newly exposed skin and stepped out of his pants and underwear, kicking them aside. His blush grew a little darker when he noticed Spock's eyes fixed on his crotch and he quickly moved so that he was sitting next to the vulcan, a bit embarrassed by the attention. "C'mere" He hummed, taking one of Spock's hands and wrapping it around his length snuggly, moving the vulcan's hand up and down which, in turn, ripped another moan from his throat. "Yeah..." After a moment Jim reached over and started to do the same for his partner, pressing their lips together again as he got lost in the moment.

Stranger: It was strange. To touch him like this. Intimate and strange but not bad. Spocks fingers mapped the shape of him, stroking slowly over the length of Jims desire. The sounds it coaxed free from pink lips brought a shiver through him, and he grunted softly as his hips twitched up against Jims touch. Spock brushed his thumb along the flared head of Jim's cock, seeking out what caused those sounds to change and making note of it.

You: The soft brush of Spock's thumb over the head of his member was unexpected and the sudden touch to the more sensitive area caused Jim to let out a soft whimper of pleasure. His thighs trembled a little under the touch and he pressed into the human kiss harder to try and hide how easily Spock was causing him to come undone beneath his touch. The grunts and small thrusts from the vulcan as Jim touched him were more than encouraging and he started to stroke the slightest bit faster and tightened his grip to match.

Stranger: The eager press of Jims mouth against his was met openly. Spock wanted to feel him though. Drawing back slightly he pressed Jim against the bed, adjusting until he was kneeling over him. For a moment he could only glance down at him, breathing a bit hard, but desperate. Spock took them both in ne hand, pushing his hips forward so they slid together. That brought an honest moan between his lips.

You: Jim whined quietly at the loss of contact but had his attention quickly refocused when he felt Spock leaning him down into a laying position. A grinned flashed across his features briefly at the fact that the other was now exploring and following his desires but that thought was immediately thrown from his mind as he felt his cock pressed against the vulcans and, quickly thereafter, the movement and friction of them being rubbed together. "Sh-shit..." He breathed, his hip shoving up to get more as a stream of moans fell from his mouth without restraint. "Spock."

Stranger: Spocks brow furrowed, and he tried to focus on Jims features and watching where they met at the same time. But the more friction there was the more his eyes fluttered and rolled slightly. He huffed softly, pace increasing as he thrust against Jims length his fingers spread around them to keep them pressed against eachother. " Jim~"

You: Jim's heart was pounding in his chest and his head was foggy as bursts of pleasure hit him with each passing second, he could barely think straight. Lost in the sensations coursing through him, he reached out and grabbed Spock's free hand tightly with a soft gasp, sparks shooting up his arm. "More..." He pleaded breathlessly, a tone of desperation to his voice.

Stranger: Holding on tightly, the Vulcan huffed and panted, hips working feverishly now as he bucked and rolled against the other. His hips began to sputter as the coil settled in him, tightening until it was fit to burst. Pace sputtering he held back as long as he possibly could before it simply over took him, and his world when white for a moment.

You: Jim could feel himself getting pushed closer and closer to the edge and it was clear that his partner was getting close as well from the slight hesitations in his movement. "God, you're perfect. Just let go. Let go, sweetheart." He encouraged, feeling himself tip over the edge and letting out a cry of pure bliss as he spurted cum over his chest and the vulcan's hand. His head immediately got cloudy and it took him a minute to process his surroundings again. He saw Spock in a similar state still kneeling above him so he gently guided him into a laying position next to him.

Stranger: His body was immediate to touch on over stimulation. Hyper sensitive and tingling everywhere. Spock went as Jim coaxed, slowly laying down next to him, warm and naked and utterly spent. He reached up, fingers brushing carefully along Jim's face. While the temptation to meld with him was there in that hazy mind, Spock knew this was not the time and to do so without permission was simply unacceptable. "They... will not approve."

You: Jim leaned into the touch happily, unable to keep a content smile off his face as he laid next to Spock. "I know." He hummed, his carefree nature taking over for a minute before he finally got a clear enough mind to think the vulcan's statement through properly. "We either don't tell them... or we convince them. What do you think?" He said finally after a bit of thought. "Either way, you can't get rid of me now." He chuckled, burying his face in Spock's chest.

Stranger: Spock hesitantly slipped his arm around Jim, and he closed his eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion tugging at him. " We... we hide it for now. Until I can conceive a plan to make them see that this cannot be avoided." He would think of something. The crew would say nothing of course. They favored Jim too much. Still, it left an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

Stranger: [ Love I apologize it's one am >< I have to sleep. Thank you for this though. Im sure we will find eachother again here! ]

You: ((Do you wanna exchange email or discords so we can set up a time to meet on here? ))

Stranger: [ discord is ************ :) ]

You: (( :D Awesome! I'll add you now it'll be from ************

Stranger: [ awesome. Look forward to continuing later <3 have a good night/day! ]

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