#aviophobics

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aviophobics replied to your post “hes still sleepy when he looks down, a mess of hair tucked against him...”

silent screm

@ leonard you have a human-sized puppy instead of a starship captain tbh

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NARROWS EYES AT

||  woops, didn’t see you there  c:

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@aviophobics + au starter call + nsp

A roguish grin was plastered across his face. His ship, a time machine rocket ship he’d created in his house one day, had required some more fuel and they’d run into another ship. He’d hailed them and had to explain that he had a psychopathic ninja on board and YES he did save 6969 from an oppressive dick regime. He’d been allowed aboard and upon seeing his outfit, this guy had been called. “Sup. Danny Sexbang. I needed fuel for my ship.” And yes, it looked like balls and a dick. It was a special design.

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                         the end of shift had brought spock to leonard’s quarters, feet almost subconsciously leading him there ── as he found to be the new norm with him.  always welcomed,  their routine had become a string of gentle touches  & praises.   (  if not,  a few alternate activities  ),   making this time they spent together among their most honest.                           even now,  spock assumed his usual position.   his back rests firmly against the couch,  arm curled about mccoy’s torso in a manner that exceeded the strength required for such a hold.  he wants the doctor as close as possible,   chin resting gently atop his head & fingers curling within his uniform.                          it seemed leonard’s breathing had become shallow, &  spock could definitely sense sleep in the other’s voice  as he told him about his day,  typical in sickbay as far as spock could tell.  a lull passes,  in which the vulcan allows his head to dip.  “ leonard ? ”   he mumbles, shifting slightly whilst his nose nuzzles into his lover’s hair.     “ i suggest that we rest. ”  doesn’t care if they remain there, but mccoy needed to sleep.  that much was clear.      “ i will tell you about my own shift tomorrow,  if you wish. ”   of course less typical due to his position in the landing party,  though not to discredit the immense amount of hard work the doctor’s job required.  “ would you prefer that i remain with you tonight ?  ”

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other. || ACTS OF AFFECTION

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pulls the Vulcan close for more kisses since he asked so nicely.

          &   each he enjoyed more than the last,       wrapped up in the momentary comfort of leonard’s arms.     his chin dips in time with the crane of mccoy’s head whilst returning each kiss with a subtle hunger ── shown by the press of his fingers against the doctor’s back.  

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it takes a minute as the doctor watches spock work to determine his course of action before strutting towards him and pulling the other down. hands cup the others face as leonard pulls him down, lips pressed against his briefly. ' satisfying. '

       he’s not quite oblivious to the watchful eye of doctor mccoy,    however chooses to ignore it for the time being.    sure,     his current task wasn’t an entirely pressing one,     however something he strived to finish nonetheless.    but as the doctor advances,    spock’s eyes finally flicker in his direction.    his body turned subtly to address the sudden closeness  ──   something in which leonard takes full advantage of.    he doesn’t kiss back for the entirety,     although he does manage to fit their lips together before the other pulls away.           ‘ satisfying. ’          a word that brings with it an unavoidable   warmth   to his body, nodding curtly.    “  indeed.  ”     a pause,    eyes flicking back down to leonard’s lips momentarily.     “  i would like for you to do it again.  ”   for it was much too brief the first time. 

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*** kiss me i'm a doctor ***

                   for once in a great amount of time,   spock wanted to initiate their kiss.      it was typically leonard who would thread fingers into his hair or smile    &    lean in to steal affection from him,     however with each he began to understand the endearment attached to this particular act.       at times he even did the things that would make the doctor groan into his mouth,     chasing the thickness that his southern drawl became.                    spock’s knuckles brush against leonard’s jaw briefly,    fingers reaching fourth to drag along the back of his neck before they began snaking through brown strands.     his grip tightens,    pulling mccoy forward so that their lips crash together.    the force was a   mistake   on the vulcan’s part,    however one he does not particularly care about.    his mouth moves meticulously,    opposite arm reaching upwards in order to curl a hand about leonard’s bicep as he deepens the kiss.                      it was a selfish,   perhaps subconscious wanting of the doctor’s loss of control. wants to see him flush that gentle pink,    his breathing become weaker   &    the laziness in tone.    he had felt a longing for leonard that was only now able to be sated,    pads of his fingers tightening their grip.

SEND * TO KISS MY MUSE ON THE LIPS  ( REVERSED IT ‘CAUSE I WANTED TO )