intensity; McChekov comment fic
title: intensity
rating: R
pairing: McChekov
summary: for the surprise round! COMMENT FIC! UNBETA-ED!!!!!
It's always intense. The way they make love. Other people might think that the fact that they make love in itself is wrong, a taboo, and should be forbidden- but neither of them care. Pavel worries for Leonard sometimes, he worries what people might say about him behind his back, worries how the admiralty might take it when they find out the CMO of the federation flag ship has a sexual relationship with an ensign nearly half his age, but Leo takes Pavel into his strong warm arms and kisses him as if they were in those black and white films of the 20th century. Then and there Pavel turns into a helpless, mindless lump of flesh and bones whose soul purpose now is to live and breathe for Leonard alone.
It's funny, how surprising their love making turns out to be. Other people could most likely assume that the good old doctor is possessive with his lover, and he has this grumpiness even in bed, and the younger man is shy and unexperienced; but its not like that. They are both possessive and greedy with each other- never having enough, ever satisfied of each other. If anything Leonard's anger and grumpiness dissolves into just eagerness for his young lover's love, and Pavel turns into a mad man who has not drunken water in over years, if that were biologically possible.
Leonard is patient in bed- soft and caring and gentle it is Pavel who is more aggressive; always wanting it harder, faster, more- more- more, and Leonard is more than happy to give.
"Harder" Pavel moans out below Leonard. His runner's legs wrapped around the older man's thick waist, heels pushing against Leonard's buttocks as a sign of desperation. Leo complies by thrusting his hips faster and deeper in an angle he knew well that would drive the young man insane.
Pavel cries out in pleasure, he closes his eyes shut and pulls on his own hair as Leonard takes him again and again at all the right places and times.
"совершенный" Pavel gasps out and Leo vaguely remembers the word as 'perfect'. Pavel's Russian encourages Leo to go faster and harder, mostly because Leo knew that when his Pasha spoke Russian he was at the brink of control and the fact that it sounded exotic and erotic in bed also helps.
"больше, пожалуйста, больше..." 'more, please, more' Pavel rants in his native tongue into Leo's ear.
"All yours sweetheart, you can have everything, all for you... all for you," Leo rants back in broken and panting. Both of then gasping and taking in each other with air, Pavel's nails raking against Leo's arms and back, and Leo thrusting in and out of his young lover and attaching his lips against the sensitive area of Pavel's nape.
They come together consecutively, Pavel comes as he spills himself all over his own torso and Leo comes a moment later filling his Pasha full and hot. Leonard collapses gently on top of Pavel whose legs still wrap around his waist and arms now tighter around his neck.
"Sweet Jesus, Pasha," Leo says as he presses a hard kiss on Pavel's temple and makes movement to break apart and slip out of Pasha.
"N-no..." Pasha moans out as he opens his eyes and looks into his lovers deep earthy greens.
"Don't go..." Pavel says almost pleadingly.
"Got to get off you, Darlin'. I'll crush you-" and as if on cue Pavel flips Leo around with Leo's length still embedded in him.
"No- stay. Stay in me," Pavel says now on top of Leonard, looking down at him. Pavel's thumb unconsciously brushes against the faint new scar still puffy and red that traveled from Leonard's left shoulder to all the way down to Leo's sternum. Leonard looks at his lover and smiles softly. He takes his big hands and cups Pavel's face and pulls him down for a kiss.
The kiss intense. Always intense.
Long fingers make their way into Pasha's curls, soothing worries and tension away as Pavel melts on top of Leonard's chest.
"Don't go anywhere..." Pavel says against the fresh wound on Leonard's chest.
"Don't ever go...stay forever," Pavel sounds almost timid and childish, but Leo doesn't mind. He reaches for the cover and places over their infused bodies, holds his young lover tighter and presses a kiss on top of Pavel's head.
"Never, Darlin'. Never."
rating: R
pairing: McChekov
summary: for the surprise round! COMMENT FIC! UNBETA-ED!!!!!
It's always intense. The way they make love. Other people might think that the fact that they make love in itself is wrong, a taboo, and should be forbidden- but neither of them care. Pavel worries for Leonard sometimes, he worries what people might say about him behind his back, worries how the admiralty might take it when they find out the CMO of the federation flag ship has a sexual relationship with an ensign nearly half his age, but Leo takes Pavel into his strong warm arms and kisses him as if they were in those black and white films of the 20th century. Then and there Pavel turns into a helpless, mindless lump of flesh and bones whose soul purpose now is to live and breathe for Leonard alone.
It's funny, how surprising their love making turns out to be. Other people could most likely assume that the good old doctor is possessive with his lover, and he has this grumpiness even in bed, and the younger man is shy and unexperienced; but its not like that. They are both possessive and greedy with each other- never having enough, ever satisfied of each other. If anything Leonard's anger and grumpiness dissolves into just eagerness for his young lover's love, and Pavel turns into a mad man who has not drunken water in over years, if that were biologically possible.
Leonard is patient in bed- soft and caring and gentle it is Pavel who is more aggressive; always wanting it harder, faster, more- more- more, and Leonard is more than happy to give.
"Harder" Pavel moans out below Leonard. His runner's legs wrapped around the older man's thick waist, heels pushing against Leonard's buttocks as a sign of desperation. Leo complies by thrusting his hips faster and deeper in an angle he knew well that would drive the young man insane.
Pavel cries out in pleasure, he closes his eyes shut and pulls on his own hair as Leonard takes him again and again at all the right places and times.
"совершенный" Pavel gasps out and Leo vaguely remembers the word as 'perfect'. Pavel's Russian encourages Leo to go faster and harder, mostly because Leo knew that when his Pasha spoke Russian he was at the brink of control and the fact that it sounded exotic and erotic in bed also helps.
"больше, пожалуйста, больше..." 'more, please, more' Pavel rants in his native tongue into Leo's ear.
"All yours sweetheart, you can have everything, all for you... all for you," Leo rants back in broken and panting. Both of then gasping and taking in each other with air, Pavel's nails raking against Leo's arms and back, and Leo thrusting in and out of his young lover and attaching his lips against the sensitive area of Pavel's nape.
They come together consecutively, Pavel comes as he spills himself all over his own torso and Leo comes a moment later filling his Pasha full and hot. Leonard collapses gently on top of Pavel whose legs still wrap around his waist and arms now tighter around his neck.
"Sweet Jesus, Pasha," Leo says as he presses a hard kiss on Pavel's temple and makes movement to break apart and slip out of Pasha.
"N-no..." Pasha moans out as he opens his eyes and looks into his lovers deep earthy greens.
"Don't go..." Pavel says almost pleadingly.
"Got to get off you, Darlin'. I'll crush you-" and as if on cue Pavel flips Leo around with Leo's length still embedded in him.
"No- stay. Stay in me," Pavel says now on top of Leonard, looking down at him. Pavel's thumb unconsciously brushes against the faint new scar still puffy and red that traveled from Leonard's left shoulder to all the way down to Leo's sternum. Leonard looks at his lover and smiles softly. He takes his big hands and cups Pavel's face and pulls him down for a kiss.
The kiss intense. Always intense.
Long fingers make their way into Pasha's curls, soothing worries and tension away as Pavel melts on top of Leonard's chest.
"Don't go anywhere..." Pavel says against the fresh wound on Leonard's chest.
"Don't ever go...stay forever," Pavel sounds almost timid and childish, but Leo doesn't mind. He reaches for the cover and places over their infused bodies, holds his young lover tighter and presses a kiss on top of Pavel's head.
"Never, Darlin'. Never."