Fic: Behind Closed Doors, 1/1. Kirk/McCoy.
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title. Behind Closed Doors
rating. Adult/Mature (R/NC-17)
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. Jim purrs in response as the door closes[.]
warnings. D/s Relationship.
notes. Written for this prompt atst_xi_kink.
Most people would call it abuse and maybe it is - after all, who would willingly live in a closet when he has an entire room assigned to him? But everyday, Bones opens the door and lets him out, reminds him that if he doesn't come home, then they go back to being friends only and that's entirely okay.
And everyday after class, Jim strolls back to the dorms and is either allowed to curl up, to cuddle with Bones, while they both work on assignments, or he is pushed into his closet and told to be silent. He has a small lamp to work by and that's really all he needs on those nights when his only job in life is to be quiet and there, even if he's hidden behind a door.
"You're so beautiful, you know that? My perfect little slave," Bones whispers to him one night, having opened the door a few hours after he arrived home and pulled him up from his plush pallet with one hand. "So willing," he murmurs and tells him, "On your knees, boy."
Jim's down in seconds; he doesn't need another order to know what Bones will say next if he fails to act quickly enough and his jaw drops, fingers clenching around Bones' hips as he waits for strong hands to thread into his hair. "Please," he whispers when more than a few minutes pass.
"Greedy boy," Bones retorts, holding Jim's head still as he slips into the man's mouth. Without any pause, he begins to thrust, setting up a rhythm designed to get him off as quickly as possible, and loses himself in it a little - Goddamnit, but Jim's mouth was made for sucking cock. "Gonna come down your throat," he groans, "You'll swallow."
Jim couldn't nod if he tried and he doesn't, simply keeps his tongue pressed against the underside of Bones' cock and when he finally does come, he swallows fervently, attempting to keep every last drop in his mouth. One nearly escapes him, pearling up on his lip when Bones pulls away and he swipes it instantly into his mouth; he looks like the cat that got the cream and Bones smirks at the thought for just a moment.
Then he's got Jim in hand again, tossing him - erection and all - back into the closet, and tells him, "You can do something about that tonight, but tomorrow, your dick is mine."
Jim purrs in response as the door closes and he closes his eyes, imagining what his Master has in store for him.
title. Behind Closed Doors
rating. Adult/Mature (R/NC-17)
pairing. Kirk/McCoy
summary. Jim purrs in response as the door closes[.]
warnings. D/s Relationship.
notes. Written for this prompt at
st_xi_kink.Most people would call it abuse and maybe it is - after all, who would willingly live in a closet when he has an entire room assigned to him? But everyday, Bones opens the door and lets him out, reminds him that if he doesn't come home, then they go back to being friends only and that's entirely okay.
And everyday after class, Jim strolls back to the dorms and is either allowed to curl up, to cuddle with Bones, while they both work on assignments, or he is pushed into his closet and told to be silent. He has a small lamp to work by and that's really all he needs on those nights when his only job in life is to be quiet and there, even if he's hidden behind a door.
"You're so beautiful, you know that? My perfect little slave," Bones whispers to him one night, having opened the door a few hours after he arrived home and pulled him up from his plush pallet with one hand. "So willing," he murmurs and tells him, "On your knees, boy."
Jim's down in seconds; he doesn't need another order to know what Bones will say next if he fails to act quickly enough and his jaw drops, fingers clenching around Bones' hips as he waits for strong hands to thread into his hair. "Please," he whispers when more than a few minutes pass.
"Greedy boy," Bones retorts, holding Jim's head still as he slips into the man's mouth. Without any pause, he begins to thrust, setting up a rhythm designed to get him off as quickly as possible, and loses himself in it a little - Goddamnit, but Jim's mouth was made for sucking cock. "Gonna come down your throat," he groans, "You'll swallow."
Jim couldn't nod if he tried and he doesn't, simply keeps his tongue pressed against the underside of Bones' cock and when he finally does come, he swallows fervently, attempting to keep every last drop in his mouth. One nearly escapes him, pearling up on his lip when Bones pulls away and he swipes it instantly into his mouth; he looks like the cat that got the cream and Bones smirks at the thought for just a moment.
Then he's got Jim in hand again, tossing him - erection and all - back into the closet, and tells him, "You can do something about that tonight, but tomorrow, your dick is mine."
Jim purrs in response as the door closes and he closes his eyes, imagining what his Master has in store for him.
