[Sulu appreciates Uhura's directness, that she doesn't only request his joining her in nudity by makes the move to bring it to fruition herself. It's not exactly a sudden movement, but Sulu is so out of practice, and he's not sure he's ever been with as decisive a woman as Uhura, so experiencing her swiftness to undress him, falling to her knees at his feet in the same motion, it makes his pulse skip and his cock surge impossibly harder in his admiration. His breath catches in his throat as he tips his head to meet her gaze, his teeth pressing into his lower lip hard enough to leave impressions behind when he releases it.
Swallowing hard, he nods softly in response to her unspoken question, another breathless, broken gasp passing his lips as she closes her long, warm fingers around him. It's been such a long time since he's had anyone's hands on him other than his own, even just the first little stroke makes his eyelids flutter and his head feel dizzy. He wants to reach out and cup Uhura's cheek, to tell her how beautiful she looks there, on her knees for him, but he doesn't want to do or say anything to make her feel disrespected or subservient. The truth is that he respects her immensely, and she holds all the power here, his will given over to her gratefully.
But he's only able to hold back for a few moments, his fingers aching to touch her, to connect fully. Reaching out with careful fingers, he traces the graceful line of her neck, finding a firm but gentle grip at her shoulder, allowing her strength to hold him up as she slowly, simultaneously begins to undo him.]
It's been so long... [The admission is a bare whisper, his eyes closing again as he moves in mindful counter motion to her touch. He takes a breath and meets her eyes again, her expression dark and desirous, and he's once again overwhelmed by how lovely she is, by how much he trusts and admires her, how attractive she is to him in so many ways. He can't help the little gasps that continue to come from him, the soft little whimpers of pleasure.] It feels so good... You feel so good, the way you touch me.
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Date: 2016-10-17 04:59 pm (UTC)Swallowing hard, he nods softly in response to her unspoken question, another breathless, broken gasp passing his lips as she closes her long, warm fingers around him. It's been such a long time since he's had anyone's hands on him other than his own, even just the first little stroke makes his eyelids flutter and his head feel dizzy. He wants to reach out and cup Uhura's cheek, to tell her how beautiful she looks there, on her knees for him, but he doesn't want to do or say anything to make her feel disrespected or subservient. The truth is that he respects her immensely, and she holds all the power here, his will given over to her gratefully.
But he's only able to hold back for a few moments, his fingers aching to touch her, to connect fully. Reaching out with careful fingers, he traces the graceful line of her neck, finding a firm but gentle grip at her shoulder, allowing her strength to hold him up as she slowly, simultaneously begins to undo him.]
It's been so long... [The admission is a bare whisper, his eyes closing again as he moves in mindful counter motion to her touch. He takes a breath and meets her eyes again, her expression dark and desirous, and he's once again overwhelmed by how lovely she is, by how much he trusts and admires her, how attractive she is to him in so many ways. He can't help the little gasps that continue to come from him, the soft little whimpers of pleasure.] It feels so good... You feel so good, the way you touch me.