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This is a (roughly) 200 word drabble about steamy Chulu. Just a quick one-shot, nothing serious.
Pavel's curls were damp against his forehead; his cheeks were tinted with red. Hikaru had long since shed his gold command tunic, his eyes focused only on his goal. The anticipation sizzled between the two Star Fleet Officers. Sweat dripping off their bodies, making their skin slick to the touch. Licking his lips Hikaru made the first move.
Pavel chewed on his bottom lip, pulling it tight as he watched Hikaru's hands move, pushing all the right buttons. A slight whimper escaped his parched throat as his own nimble fingers moved over their task brushing teasingly against Hikaru's. His gray eyes locked with Hikaru's brown, neither bothering to look away. As Pavel's hands clicked into place, Hikaru sighed softly, allowing himself to relax slightly.
Hikaru twisted and tweaked while Pavel pushed and pulled. Grunts filled the steamy air, their breathing ragged. Their bodies pressed tightly together, working towards their common goal.
"Oh, Hikaru it is so hard!" Pavel breathlessly whispered to his companion.
"Yes, Pav, and it's so hot." Hikaru grunted his reply.
Finally with surprising force their goal was reached. They collapsed spent and heaving in lungfuls of air. Hikaru reached gently stroking Pavel's curls. "Pav, I love you, but I refuse to help you repair any more of these damn hot Jefferies tubes." Pavel only giggled in response.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review and tell me what you think ;)