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When Harry recovers, rolls over on his back and looks at Kim, he sees Kim’s shocked expression, and his face falls, suddenly worried he’s upset Kim somehow. “You okay?”
“Yes, I… Harry, I haven’t come like that since I was in my twenties,” Kim breathes, dumbfounded.
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08 Jan 2026
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“Oh. So you have that... that one, under this one?”
“Yes.”
“It still... feels like... like junk does?”
Kim feels like the questions are going to annoy him more than the discomfort of -
Intimacy. Vulnerability. The chance that Harry will laugh.
He nudges Harry towards the bed with an un-socked foot, plucking his packer out of the man's hands and tossing it into his sock drawer again. “Sit, I'll just show you.”
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Harry learns about Kim in more ways than one.Bookmarked by chemicalspace
08 Jan 2026
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Kim should've figured it out right then and there from Harry's response.
But it'd all been so new for both of them. There they were, moving in together before he'd even got Harry to fuck his ass. That was the sort of caution Kim had been operating with, and his higher thought processes didn't exactly kick in then, either.
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08 Jan 2026
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Kim gazes at the madman before him for a moment— a man who almost broke his body trying to save a ship full of people, who had pressed his mind into the hands of a stranger with total and complete trust, and who also just thoughtlessly offered a handshake to a Vulcan (one-quarter, but still) — and thinks ah, fuck it.
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Lt. Kim Kitsuragi's transfer to the USS Parabellum is-- unfortunately for him-- not an uneventful one.
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Hungry for companionship, Kim found an equally as lonely homo-sexual by the name of Thomas, living not too far from his humble little apartment in the GRIH. He too had a steady job, better paying than Kim’s, working not with the great big machines of the harbour that Kim held such fascination for but in coordinating hours and shipments. He liked Kim, but not too much, and never demanded what he couldn’t give. He had no eccentricities, no strange hobbies, and was perfectly acceptable company to discuss radio programs with, to introduce friends to with his sharp suit and perfectly honed small-talk, and occasionally went with Kim for dinner in which he reliably ordered steak and potatoes without horseradish. In short, he was perfect.
Two years later, Kim stood in the entryway of hostel in a miserable little town and watched in horrified fascination as a man in mustard-yellow trousers and the most hideous tie he’s ever seen staggered down the stairs, smelling of piss and spirits, and declared himself Raphael Ambrosius Costeau.After giving up on true love, Kim finds it again in an unlikely place -- all he has to do is let it in.
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08 Jan 2026