Читает слэшную книгу по СТАРТРЕКУSpock moved toward the command chair. Kirk thrust out a hand to restrain the reaching fingers. “What are you doing?” As he met the Vulcan’s gaze, one of the science officer’s eyebrows rose prominently. He had chosen to cross a very dangerous line. “I thought you’d respond positively to such an offer,” Spock explained calmly. Kirk goggled up at him, unsure how to react. Spock moved closer and placed his fingers against Kirk’s face. Kirk was stunned.
Working his way downward, his fingers appraised, knowingly, precisely. Spock knelt and placed his hands on his chest, driven to his knees by an overwhelming desire. His examining fingers had traveled as far as his thighs. After a long moment he looked up at Kirk. “I am always open to suggestions,” Spock declared. Erect in the command chair, Kirk was not surprised to find that he was enjoying himself. “Suck me,” Kirk opined plaintively.
Spock certainly did not require additional explication. Tilting his head, he began sucking on his cock. His mouth moved, sliding repeatedly along the length of his instrumentation. Kirk let himself slide a little lower in the chair. Unexpectedly, Spock was groaning. His tongue encircled the pressure-sensitive surface. Kirk’s fingers tightened on the arms of the command chair. “Oh god.”
Eyes wild, head lolling, Kirk unloaded a massive burst. “Yes. YES.”