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.

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