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When Julian’s shuttle had first approached Deep Space 9, he had been amazed by the vast size of the station, the number of vessels docked, and grudgingly, the unique Cardassian design. From that distance the starships had looked tiny, further highlighting the immense size of the structure. When he had first walked through the airlock doors it had only gotten better. The station had a wide variety of restaurants, shops and bars, and best of all was that he would be working here. Nothing could have spoiled his mood, or so he had thought until he was shown to his new quarters.
He’d been pleasantly surprised by the size, even the bedroom was spacious with a decent-sized bed. First looks however were deceiving.
The bed was awful.
Hard, lumpy, and permeated with a weird smell. The smell he’s managed to deal with but the mattress he’d had to learn to put up with. Why Starfleet insisted on leaving the Cardassian beds is beyond him. How Garak had managed to get himself a different one is a question he will be asking in the morning. Or at least asking if he can stay over indefinitely.
It’s not till now, laying in Garak’s soft bed that he realises he’s forgotten what a comfortable bed feels like. He could lay in this bed, relaxed like this forever, feeling such joy and contentment that he doesn't want to move an inch.
Touching Garak is the only thing in this moment that makes him even consider moving from his comfortable sprawl.
He shifts to lean over Garak and presses their lips together, and he hopes to silently convey how happy he is in this moment, how good that had just felt. He pulls away to meet Garak eyes, then with a little smirk he shimmies down Garak’s body, leaving little kisses and nips on his way down, and Garak shudders and gasps as each spot is shown loving attention. Garak’s legs ease open and Julian settles between them.
He pauses a moment to take in the sight before him. Garak spread open, waiting, wet and heavily aroused. Garak’s member parts his Ajan's lips and rests against his Chuva. The pink depths glisten within and he can’t wait to lean in for a taste, to bring Garak to the edge as quickly as Julian had been brought to climax.
Garak reaches down to take himself in hand, running it from the base to the tip. It tapers slightly, being thicker at the base.
“This”, says Garak “Is the prUt.”
It’s much the same as his penis, slightly shorter but thicker at the base, and he imagines it would give a marvellous stretch. Perhaps only a little at first but he expects that the stretch would only intensify and become overwhelmingly pleasurable as Garak breached him further.
Julian continues his examination. No external testicles, or any type of scales in the genital region, just what looks to be very soft wet skin. If possible, Garak’s genitals look even more delicate than his own. He reaches out and slowly, ever so slowly encloses the Prut in his hand and slides his hand up the length, over the top and circles the head to catch the wetness that is beginning to gather at the tip. It flexes in his hand as if it has a mind of its own and he can feel Garak tremble beneath his caress, hips giving small thrusts seeking further contact.
Julian increases the pressure to match what he would use on himself and slides his hand down the length and feels the texture differ at the base. It’s a light pink-grey in colour with raised micro scaling. Garak doesn’t immediately react to his touch, but as he slides his hand towards the base, Garak moans, tenses and yet more fluid leaks from his Ajan. He gives it another squeeze before asking, “Is this part still the prUt? It feels different.”
He gently caresses the base in the palm of his hand and watches as Garak shudders and lets out little cries of pleasure from the touches.
Garak doesn’t answer at first, distracted by Julian’s wandering hand. “The Irllun. It’s… quite sensitive.”
He nods and leans a little closer. “May I try something?”
Garak nods, so he leans closer still and fixes his eyes on Garak before he settles himself right in front of the Ajan. With a small smile he pushes forward and exhales over the opening and glances down to watch it clench and then relax, and he can feel and hear the little shudder that Garak involuntarily lets out.
He looks back to Garak and, when their eyes meet, touches the tip of his tongue to the bottom of the Ajan and drags it up along the outer lips, he keeps his touch featherlight but Garak still tenses above him, legs shifting to press closed against his head, holding him in place.
Garak's reaction is more arousing than he could possibly have imagined. His eyes widen, ridges pushing closer to his hairline with his surprise. A loud exhalation and Garak is reaching forward and clutching Julian's hair between his fingers, tugging it, and for a fraction of a second, he thinks the hand in his hair is about to pull him away and he fears that he has inadvertently gone too far.
But then the hand on his head puts pressure on him, urging him on, pushing him just a little bit closer so that his tongue dips briefly further inside.
He lets Garak guide his movements and he feels himself getting pushed closer between Garak's spread legs. Getting the hint he follows Garak's directions and tentatively presses his tongue a little more firmly to the slit. All the while he keeps his eyes fixed on Garak's and watches as they fall shut and his body relaxes slightly beneath his tongue.
Garak's hand still presses him down further and with a smile, he licks more confidently down the Ajan and pushes his tongue further into the wet clenching heat.
“Oh.” Garak’s voice is surprised. Surprised, but awed as his legs drop open giving Julian more room to settle into his task. The hand softly caresses his hair, before it falls completely away.
Pushing Garak’s legs a little further apart, Julian plunges his tongue a little further inside and feels it slide over the inner walls, still fairly tight even with Garak’s prUt no longer contained. The walls give a little and suddenly he has more room to push his tongue deeper in.
Garak's moans are nothing like what he has imagined. Loud and deep with an edge of a growl. Every time Julian hits a new spot within him, he clenches and arches under his touch. Julian marvels at the fact that he’s only using his tongue—he briefly wonders what noise Garak might make if he were to add his hand to the mix, or better yet, the both of them.
Julian shifts a little and balances himself on his front, still keeping his face enveloped in Garak's folds while moving both of his hands up to further explore Garak's body. With one he traces the inner dip of the Chuva, while he moves the other to grasp the base of the prUt and gives it a slow rub.
Julian then lets out a soft hum against the Ajan, letting the vibrations and the heat of his mouth ripple through Garak, and at the same time, he begins thrusting his tongue into Garak, fast and as deep as he can manage. Garak lets out a surprised sound and tries to push Julian away. It is evident why fairly quickly as the muscles beneath his fingers tense and he feels a warm fluid coat his fingers that are still holding the prut.
He pulls away feeling stunned before he sits up to return Garak’s surprised gaze with a naughty smirk as he runs his fingers through the wetness on Garak. "Well", he says coyly, "at least we're even now."
Garak groans above him and moves to grasp and pull Julian towards him. “You took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Using my mouth on you?” he asks, with an eyebrow quirked. Being so close to Garak again, he’s suddenly aware of how wet his face is from Garak’s fluids and attempts to rub it off onto his forearm. “I should have asked if it was ok to do first. Or if it’s considered taboo or uncommon. I wouldn’t expect you to reciprocate if you would rather not and it’s not unusual to not want to receive or perform oral.” He explains wanting to put Garak at ease.
“It’s not taboo or anything like that. Besides, that wouldn’t stop me from trying. No, I have just never come across it before. This is something humans do often?”
“Well— yes, and I would be more than willing to do it for you again, very happy to in fact. That is if you wanted me to.” He doesn’t want Garak to feel pressured. He’d been with people in the past that hadn’t enjoyed oral sex, performing it or receiving it, and it hadn’t been a problem.
In fact, the first time he'd been on the receiving end, he'd been nervous as hell. It had been a more intimate and vulnerable experience than he had expected it to be. To have someone's tongue and lips somewhere so intimate, bringing a pleasure that he had only till that point imagined or dreamed about.
“I would like that. I found it enjoyable.” Garak pauses for a moment in thought. “I wouldn’t be averse to performing this on you if it’s something you like receiving?” Garak asks, then reaches for a wipe to remove the mess on his scales.
“I’m glad you liked it, and I certainly wouldn't stop you from having a go.” He's had one too many fantasies of Garak on his knees between his legs. Perhaps it's not something to voice right now though.
Nodding his approval Garak shifts and appears awkward for the first time.
“What’s wrong?” Julian asks, uncertain about the shift in Garak's expression.
“I wasn't planning on finishing quite so soon, and my refractory period is not what it used to be. Regrettably, it might be a while before I can evert again.”
Glancing back down he’s fascinated to watch the prut slowly receding inside Garak.
“Oh. I see,” he says, not knowing what else to say. “We could try something else instead? We don't have to go any further tonight.”
Garak’s hand moves down between their bodies to palm at Julian’s already hardening penis. “You're hard already?” Garak asks, surprised.
He nods a little bashfully. "I enjoyed doing that for you." He'd more than enjoyed doing it. The mere idea of doing it had been arousing, but to get to do it in the flesh was more erotic than he could have imagined. Every sweep of his tongue had gotten him more aroused and by the time Garak finished, he was as hard as a rock again.
It’s not the first time a lover has been surprised by his quick recovery period. Being enhanced does have some benefits.
“I’ve not done it in— well a very long time, and it might take a little longer, but would you like to top?”
Of all the things Garak might have suggested, he hadn't expected this, and he’s speechless for a moment at the offer. He’d be lying if he’d said he hadn’t thought about it—he’d been thinking about it an excessive amount. What it might feel like to sink into Garak. It would probably be a smooth, wet slide based on how lubricated Garak is. Would there be scaling or ridges further inside that he hadn't felt with his fingers? He'd most likely be extremely tight. Too tight though? If so, it might be painful for both of them.
It's a moment before he’s cautiously nodding, “Yes, I would like that. Are you certain though, with our size difference?” He gestures down to himself and Garak eyes follow his hands to study Julian.
He takes in a shuddering breath as Garak fondles him, and studies his thickness, shape, and length.
There is the briefest pause before Garak answers. “It’s not usually done while not everted, but I don't see your size being a problem.”
He really shouldn't be surprised by Garak's vague answers by now.
Garak doesn’t appear to be against the idea, but he does look to be holding something back. “Alright,” Julian says slowly, thinking it through. “With enough preparation will it cause you any discomfort?”
Garak scoffs at him.
Julian interrupts, “I don’t want to cause you any pain, Garak, especially in this way. I am more than happy to wait and do something else in the meantime."
"I am not afraid of a little discomfort, Doctor."
"I'm sure you're not, but I am a Doctor, Garak", he responds sternly. "I'm not about to take you unprepared and hurt you. I've never enjoyed causing pain and I don't wish to start now.”
There is a silence between them before Garak responds. “Alright then.” Garak removes his hand from Julian and relaxes back against the bed, letting his legs drop open between them again.
“Is there anything I should know? Anything I shouldn’t do?” Julian asks.
Garak's fairly relaxed beneath him as he pushes his legs a little further apart to give himself more room to settle between them again.
“Penetration when uneverted will be much tighter and can be painful if entered too quickly… It can be more stimulating though as you will be able to stimulate the Irrlun from within, so I might become… more vocal.”
He smiles at Garak. "I like the sound of that." The insides of Garak's thighs shudder slightly as he runs his hands up them, exploring the texture.
"I thought you might." Garak laughs and shifts under Julian's touch.
Garak is still fairly wet as he slips one finger in, quickly followed by a second and then a third. Carefully working them inside and slowly parting them to stretch Garak.
Garak mostly lies still beneath him but groans as each finger are added. When the third slips into the tight space it drags a cry of pleasure and Garak arches his back, fingers straining against the sheets of the bed.
“Add another one.” Garak groans out and pulls his legs further apart, trying to give Julian even more room.
Pressing in four fingers is extremely tight and he's hesitant to put any more pressure to push them in deeper. His own girth is fractionally larger than the four fingers and he again wonders if he’s going to even fit himself inside.
"Ahh," Garak cries, as he finally manages to press them past the second knuckle. "Oh, Julian. Gulls, it feels incredible. Tight but, oh-"
With a few further slow thrusts inside, he feels Garak is as ready as he can possibly be, and moves into position, pressing the head of his cock against the Ajan. He rubs across the opening and spreads a little of Garak’s wetness along his length to ease his entry. “You will tell me if I'm hurting you, yes? If you need to stop?”
"Yes, yes." With an impatient moan, Garak wraps his legs around Julian’s waist urging him on, clearly impatient.
Julian rubs himself around the entrance a few more times before slowly pressing inside the first tight ring of muscle. The pressure is intense, and he has to pull back and gently try again and after a few further attempts, he manages to push through and pauses to keep an eye on Garak’s face.
His mouth is open, awed, and his cheeks are flushed. It’s an image that will be ingrained in his mind forever. He pulls out slowly again, only to press back inside. The extra slickness helps with his entry as he slides further in.
Garak tenses beneath him and Julian pauses again to pull back out slightly and then press a little further inside, much slower this time.
Taking one of Garak's hands in his own, he gives it a light squeeze of encouragement.
"You're tough, for an old Cardassian," he says to distract Garak, and grins as he slowly rocks himself forwards and backwards, allowing Garak to get used to the stretch.
Garak’s eyes spring open and he mock glares and slaps Julian lightly. "How dare you. We Cardassians are a hardier species than a mere Human. I would like to see the day you take that monstrous thing in something so tight." Garak begins to relax around him.
"Monstrous?" He releases Garak's hand to slide his own between their bodies to rub at the divot on the Chuva.
“Slet,” Garak cries out, legs kicking against the mattress and fingers pawing at the bedsheets.
Garak's discomfort quickly turns into pleasure as Julian fingers rub soothing circles into the sensitive divot while he maintains his slow gentle rocking.
“Better?” he asks as he holds himself still, muscles straining from the effort of not moving.
He continues to touch Garak’s warm skin and moves his hand up to rest over Garak’s heart, feeling it flutter beneath his warm palm, in a rhythm of excitement. He leans down and places a delicate kiss on the spot. It’s an awkward position, bent in half over Garak with his lips over his heart and a hand delicately tracing the Chuva between his legs.
The tight wetness slowly eases up enough for him to slowly pull out till just the tip of him sits within Garak, before he pushes back in, just as slowly.
Inch by inch he pushes inside until he's fully hilted. He sets a slow pace until Garak’s legs wrap around his waist tightly, and then he’s being pulled down flush against him.
“Guls, Julian. Keep going. Ahh, harder. Faster!”
He loses his rhythm slightly as Garak raises his hips to meet his thrusts, forcing Julian deeper inside.
Regaining his momentum, he pushes in faster and harder this time and when Garak’s face is still firmly in the pleasure zone he changes his angle slightly so that he's rubbing against the retracted Prut.
Garak lets out a roar as Julian hits the Irrlun on every pump of his hips and it rockets the pleasure higher.
Their pace is exuberant enough that the bed knocks against the wall and their slapping damp flesh is loud in the room even with the panting, moaning, and laboured breathing.
In all of his relationships and escapades, he's never had an experience like this. To have sex soo overwhelming that he's grunting, crying out, and panting so loudly that he could put a porno to shame. Till now he'd thought that the noise you saw in those movies was put on for entertainment value.
How nice it is to be proved wrong, and in such a good way.
One. Two. Three pumps later and he's slowing and releasing into Garak. Thick warm seed coats Garak within and the warmth causes Garak's own release to rush over him in a wave.
He barely manages to stop himself from falling limp over Garak, not having enough energy to keep himself upright. He manages to slide sideways to plop himself down next to Garak.
Their panting breaths fill the quiet room and Julian’s skin tingles from his release. He lets out a little giggle which causes Garak to turn towards him. "We should have done that years ago. We need to do that again."
Garak lets out his own little laugh. "Yes, we should have. It was worth the wait, but I don't think I'm ready for another round quite yet."
Yes, Julian expects that Garak will be sore for a while now.
He smiles.
It’s nothing that his tongue won't be able to soothe away in the morning.