“No, Castiel, we....” Jim swallowed hard as the thing dropped to his knees and pressed his face into Jim’s crotch, mouthing at him eagerly. “No Castiel, stop it.” Jim wasn’t convincing anyone, least of all himself. He wondered if he could just...let it happen, just once.
Castiel had Jim’s pants on the floor in a split second and Jim couldn’t help but dig his fingers into that thick hair, stroking it as Castiel started to suck. His fingers caught on the metal collar and he grimaced. “Take this off.”
Castiel’s leaned back, letting Jim’s hard, wet cock pop from his lips. “I am not permitted to.”
“You’re mine, right? So I say take it off, I don’t like it.”
Nodding, Castiel reached back and gingerly undid the collar, handing it to Jim and waiting for a signal to continue. Jim stroked the back of his head and he was engulfed in the wet heat again. Castiel hummed and moaned softly around Jim’s dick, stroking his hands up and down trembling hips. Jim pulled at his hair, enjoying the whimpers it caused. He imagined what it would be like to keep him, to come back here after a shift and just click his fingers, call the thing to its knees and use him, his pretty, pouting mouth and his tight, virgin hole. He wondered whether all the starship captains were afforded this gift, or whether the minds of others revealed a need for an elegant vase or a nicely aged port.
He felt his orgasm pressing on him and held Castiel’s head still as he thrust into his mouth, the improbable angel taking everything he had and gulping steadily, still sucking as Jim softened. Castiel stood, his brow furrowing as if he was listening to something. He suddenly looked straight into Jim’s eyes and gathered him up into his arms like a rag doll, holding him tight.
“I’m more than just a toy, Captain. You have important work to do and you need your release, and your comfort. This is a role I have played before. A long time ago.”
Jim saw that little flicker again. “What happened? He didn’t need you anymore?”
Castiel blinked. This time in his expression, there was pain. “Nobody lives forever, Captain. You of all people should know that.”
Jim stepped away from him, dressing himself. “You can stay. It wouldn’t be safe for you to return with the Ambassador, I can’t guarantee what would happen to you. You’re my responsibility now.”
Castiel didn’t smile exactly, but something changed. “Yes, Captain. Just as you need.”
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Re: Kirk/Castiel : power issues and offering
Date: 2011-05-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Castiel had Jim’s pants on the floor in a split second and Jim couldn’t help but dig his fingers into that thick hair, stroking it as Castiel started to suck. His fingers caught on the metal collar and he grimaced. “Take this off.”
Castiel’s leaned back, letting Jim’s hard, wet cock pop from his lips. “I am not permitted to.”
“You’re mine, right? So I say take it off, I don’t like it.”
Nodding, Castiel reached back and gingerly undid the collar, handing it to Jim and waiting for a signal to continue. Jim stroked the back of his head and he was engulfed in the wet heat again. Castiel hummed and moaned softly around Jim’s dick, stroking his hands up and down trembling hips. Jim pulled at his hair, enjoying the whimpers it caused. He imagined what it would be like to keep him, to come back here after a shift and just click his fingers, call the thing to its knees and use him, his pretty, pouting mouth and his tight, virgin hole. He wondered whether all the starship captains were afforded this gift, or whether the minds of others revealed a need for an elegant vase or a nicely aged port.
He felt his orgasm pressing on him and held Castiel’s head still as he thrust into his mouth, the improbable angel taking everything he had and gulping steadily, still sucking as Jim softened. Castiel stood, his brow furrowing as if he was listening to something. He suddenly looked straight into Jim’s eyes and gathered him up into his arms like a rag doll, holding him tight.
“I’m more than just a toy, Captain. You have important work to do and you need your release, and your comfort. This is a role I have played before. A long time ago.”
Jim saw that little flicker again. “What happened? He didn’t need you anymore?”
Castiel blinked. This time in his expression, there was pain. “Nobody lives forever, Captain. You of all people should know that.”
Jim stepped away from him, dressing himself. “You can stay. It wouldn’t be safe for you to return with the Ambassador, I can’t guarantee what would happen to you. You’re my responsibility now.”
Castiel didn’t smile exactly, but something changed. “Yes, Captain. Just as you need.”