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“I didn’t really think before about how comfortable the captain’s chair is, you know?” Boimler said gleefully as he gazed at the stars outside the windows of Ransom’s room. “Like the cushions are really nice? Much better than for navigation.”
“Uh huh,” Ransom said as he worked his fingers in Boimler’s ass, trying to get him loose. Ransom was sitting back against the cushions of his large bed, with Boimler straddled over him. Boimler’s hands were planted firmly on Ransom’s shoulders. They were both nude.
“It’s kind of weird the captain stands up so much if you think about it,” Boimler commented. Boimler squeezed Ransom’s shoulders a little harder on a particular thrust of Ransom’s fingers. “If I were sitting there regularly, I mean, I’d never leave the chair.”
“Sometimes your ass gets sore,” Ransom noted, spreading his fingers in Boimler’s ass. His right hand was resting on Boimler’s left hip, holding him still. Ransom had a calm but focused expression as he worked his fingers back and forth, grateful he’d added more lube earlier. They met regularly enough, but Boimler was always the tightest person in the world. “You need to walk it off a bit. Get your blood circulating.”
“That makes sense, actually!” Boimler noted with a grin. “I think it’s also hard to make commands feel really direct if I was reclining the way I wanted to. I mean if I was Captain Freeman or Picard maybe, but… Sitting right takes practice, actually? It’s definitely something I need to work on more.” He frowned and looked down at Ransom. “How do you avoid falling asleep?”
“You focus on the mission,” Ransom said, giving a few last second stretches that made Boimler twitch around him. “That keeps you awake.” Finally Ransom pulled his fingers out. He grinned up at Boimler with his bright white teeth. “All right, Captain. Ready to dock the ship?”
Boimler’s cheeks reddened a little, but he put on his best determined expression, which Ransom had said before looked “adorably respectable”, and replied, “Yes, Commander! All hands on deck!”
Ransom snorted. He took his cock in hand and helped maneuver Boimler down towards it. “Careful, Captain, he’s delicate.”
“I can, nngh, feel that, Commander,” Boimler said, only twitching slightly when he felt Ransom’s cockhead on his rim before it pushed inside. “Keep us at low impulse.”
“Aye aye,” Ransom said, letting go as Boimler took over, slowly pushing himself down on Ransom’s cock, letting it move deeper and deeper. Ransom grunted and then said, “Good lock, Captain.”
“Feels tight and nngh, even, Commander,” Boimler replied, trying to get a handle on the angle. “Gotta check the uh… inertial compensators.” Boimler used his knees to push himself up a bit and then let himself drop. He used his hips to shove down harder, repeating this over and over, fucking himself on Ransom’s cock.
Ransom repositioned his hands on Boimler’s hips, helping to keep him upright but not pushing him, watching, mildly impressed, as Boimler worked. It felt good. “How do they feel, Captain?”
“The oil h-helped a lot, Commander, thank y-you…” Boimler’s eyes were shut. His right hand rested on Ransom’s left shoulder and squeezed hard. “Need to get closer…” He moved his left hand to his own cock, pumping in time with his rises and falls. It meant he squeezed more around Ransom’s cock.
“That’s some impressive multi-checking, Captain,” Ransom said, watching the way Boimler’s cheeks reddened, the way his purple hair was getting sweaty and flicking back and forth with his movements. Ransom’s breathing was speeding up, too. “Would you like an assist?”
“It would be much appreciated, Commander,” Boimler said, clearly struggling to focus. “Maybe the… the stabilization? So we don’t start an international incident at port by bumping into someone?”
“Roger, Captain,” Ransom said, taking over with his hands and pulling Boimler up and down at a steadier pace. This allowed Boimler to groan on each thrust and focus more on his own cock, which was hard and leaking in his fingers. “Yeah, it’s tight, but I think the flight path is pretty smooth, now. Can take it for a test drive before we’re done for the day.” He was able to pull Boimler down lower and push deeper, making Boimler moan louder. “Going to warp.”
“Y-Yeah… Commander… feels… properly angled… nngh…”
“Didn’t want to set it at too high a warp,” Ransom said, pushing his hips up to meet Boimler’s ass. “But I think we can take it, Captain.”
“Yeah…” Boimler said, squeezing his fingers hard around his own cock as he pumped back and forth. His fingers cut into Ransom’s shoulder. “Pushing it up right up there. Just keep it coming…”
“Steady as she goes, Captain,” Ransom said, yanking Boimler down hard to shove himself over the edge of release.
Boimler would have fallen over Ransom then if Ransom didn’t have a death grip on his hips. As it was, his surprise made him squeeze himself hard in the perfect spot, and he cried out as he came, spilling over Ransom’s chest.
Ransom kept Boimler anchored as he emptied his cock in Boimler’s ass, and didn’t even push the younger man off when come began to leak out of Boimler’s hole. Ransom’s eyes were half-lidded and he was floating along. Boimler barely weighed anything, so he didn’t bother Ransom much.
Boimler leaned his forehead down on Ransom’s left shoulder as he breathed out. He carefully released the grip on his cock and Ransom’s shoulder, wincing as his fingers moved. “Sorry. I think I got you.” He looked over Ransom’s shoulder and winced.
“Injury in the line of duty comes with the job,” Ransom said quietly. “Dr. T’Ana’s seen worse.”
“I’ll have to get you a commendation, then,” Boimler said with a laugh. “Especially for having to explain it to her.”
Ransom snorted and reached up to pull Boimler’s head up. Ransom ran his fingers over Boimler’s red cheeks, and carded his fingers through the sweaty purple hair. He grinned. “I’d appreciate it, Captain.” Then he pulled Boimler down for a kiss.