Pole dancer!Spock
mightymads:
It’s as if something makes him
turn his head towards the stage. Motley patrons start whistling and hooting as
a tall man saunters to the pole in the center of the stage. He’s naked except
for a loincloth, a slave collar stylized as an elaborate necklace, and black stiletto
heels which make his toned legs look even longer. His body is lean and sinewy
strength, movements graceful, feline-like, raven hair that reaches his waist swaying
slightly with every step. The pointed ears adorned with heavy jewelry and
slanted eyebrows tell of his Romulan ancestry – Romulans have no qualms about
keeping their own kind as slaves. But wait, there’s something in the detached expression
of his angular face, austerity in those dark eyes… how did a Vulcan end up here?
Must be hell of a story.
The Vulcan swings his hips to
the music, sliding his hand up his body in invitation, then hooks his leg
around the pole and spins slowly, back arched; his chest, neck, and head form a
smooth curve. His strong arms support him effortlessly as he lifts up his legs
and opens them up in a perfect split, demonstrating how well-endowed he is,
Jesus fuck, Jim’s mouth goes dry at the sight of that bulge.
wolfi-sama XD
(via wolfi-sama)
FANS SELF
i'll be in my bunk
dang this some good shit
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