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Julian was half-undressed and almost completely undone by the time Garak lifted himself off of Julian and asked, one final time, “Are you certain, my love?”
The question barely penetrated the haze of lust Julian was operating under. He’d been waiting ages for this moment with his new fiancé.
A simple band of an exotic metal that was found on only one moon in the furthest reaches of the Beta Quadrant, carved with a blessing in Kardasi, the ridges appearing dusted in gold, the black material seeming to shine with stars of its own, now adorned his finger.
Garak had a similar such band, on his left wrist, just loose enough not to cut off his circulation.
“How are you going to take it off?” Julian had asked upon seeing Garak wearing it.
“I’m not. It’s a promise,” Garak had said, simply, as if that explained everything. He looked at his other wrist, which was still bare. “Although I must confess I very much look forward to adding our wedding band.” And then he’d tutted. “Do I truly need to buy you a wedding ring? Your engagement ring is already so beautiful. And the wedding wristlet isn’t traditionally made with a clasp, but I could fashion yours so that you could take it on and off.”
Julian was drawn back into the present by Garak’s gentle hands, cradling his face. “Julian?”
“Yes?” Julian drawled. The position of Garak on his lap was deliciously unfamiliar, and he wanted more – he wanted everything.
“I asked you a question.”
“I thought you were just teasing,” Julian said. “Yes, I’m sure. Of course, I’m sure.”
“You weren’t, the first few times we tried this. And I want you to want this as much as I want you. I want you to be ready.” Garak ran his finger along Julian’s collarbone.
“I’m very ready,” Julian said, shivering at the touch.
Their gazes met. Garak seemed to find whatever it was he was looking for in the depths of Julian’s eyes. “I love you, Julian,” Garak said, as he slipped the other’s shirt all the way off. Julian was now lying propped up against a mountain of pillows, in only his boxers, Garak shifting slightly in his lap.
“Please,” Julian breathed. He hadn’t been this desperate for someone to take him, to touch him, since he was a teenager.
“It’s okay,” Garak soothed, swinging his leg over so he was kneeling beside Julian. “Let me take care of you. Lift your hips.”
Julian complied, turning away as Garak slid off the last garment between him and his lover.
“Look at me,” Garak said, and though his voice was gentle, it was clear he wasn’t going to accept anything less than complete obedience.
Julian turned back to his lover, blushing profusely.
“You’re beautiful,” Garak said, smiling sensuously. “There’s no need to be shy. I love you,” he reminded the other.
And Julian, who wasn’t used to be treated like a prince, flushed an even deeper shade of crimson and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Julian,” Garak said, an edge of warning in his voice.
“Please,” Julian begged, voice breaking. His eyes flew open when Garak’s hands found their way to his hips. Now, the other truly was teasing him, lips just inches from his cock, warm breath brushing against his stomach, fingers brushing dangerously close to where he needed them most.
“Please what?” Garak said, clearly taking great pleasure in being an insufferable tease.
“Suck me, fuck me; anything,” Julian said. “I’ve waited so long for this – I want you so bad.”
“I have one condition,” Garak said.
Julian groaned, long and low, as Garak, who seemingly wasn’t opposed to playing dirty now that he’d ascertained Julian’s surety and received his explicit consent, pressed a barely-there kiss to the head of Julian’s cock. “Anything,” Julian agreed, resting his head back.
“Stay with me. I want you to watch. I want you to see everything. I want to show you how much I need you right now. How badly I want your pleasure.”
“Fuck,” Julian cursed. “Yes. Yes, anything,” he repeated.
“Good,” said Garak, and then began in earnest, though too slow for Julian’s liking. The other began by taking a deep breath of him, something that had Julian blushing once more and almost made him break his oath, but he managed to keep watching as Garak started to pepper sweet kisses along his length.
“Garak,” Julian groaned.
“Patience, beloved. Let me take care of you.” He grinned. “I want to take my time with you,” he said, taking Julian in hand and beginning to tease him with long, lazy strokes that were so much lighter than what he wanted. “I want to savor you.”
At that, Julian whined.
Garak smiled up at him, tongue darting out for a quick taste. “Yes, just like that. Don’t hold back. I have a theory that the walls aren’t as soundproof as they’re made out to be.” He took Julian in his mouth and hummed, both for the other’s pleasure and at the strange but not unpleasant taste of Julian. It was an alien sensation, but Garak was a quick study and soon learned exactly what Julian liked, what made him call out and what had him gathering fistfuls of the sheets, what had him writhing under Garak’s ministrations and what would take him just close enough to the edge, without going over.
He had Julian panting under him, and just as it seemed the other was about to come, Garak pulled away and stared up at Julian.
“Why did you stop?” His lover protested.
Garak’s brow furrowed. “I want you to see your face,” he admitted, taking Julian in hand once more. “And I wanted to tell you how perfect you are for me.”
And Julian, who was already utterly wrecked, keened and breathed, “Yes. More. Please. Tell me more. Tell me how good I was for you,” he pleaded.
“You were, Julian,” Garak said, adding in a little twist of the wrist. “So good. Always so good for me. Always so perfect. And you’re so lovely. Just beautiful.”
Julian cried out and bucked his hips to meet Garak’s every motion. “Fuck, yes. Yes. Mhmm, I’m so close,” he babbled.
“That’s right. Come for me. My Julian.” Garak was looking at him with singular intensity – as if he’d just got done hanging the stars in the sky, as if he were the most precious thing in the entire universe – and Julian could not look away.
“Yours,” Julian agreed, feverishly. “Always,” he gasped out as he came, spilling into Garak’s waiting hand. His eyes slipped shut, but when he opened them a few moments later, Garak was still looking at him in much the same manner. “I read the manual,” he said after a while of this, and he watched as the look fell off Garak’s face, first his smile faltering, then his eyes welling up.
“I thought you wanted it to be a surprise,” Garak said, turning away.
“I did,” Julian admitted. “But what I wanted more than anything – was to be able to keep you safe. I realized I couldn’t be your doctor, or your lover, if I didn’t know you.” Julian reached out to Garak, who was studying his hands, still sticky and slick. “What do you say we take a sonic shower, and I can show you everything I learned?”
Garak laughed. “Oh, my dear Julian. You have much to learn about the pleasures of the flesh if you think I even own a sonic shower.”
“Then how-” Julian frowned, and Garak took the opportunity to kiss it off his lips.
“What do you think people used to shower with before the invention of the sonic shower?”
“I know what water is,” Julian protested.
“Ah, but you haven’t lived until you’ve luxuriated in a warm bath, perfumed with the finest oils and softened with salts, dotted with scattered petals-”
And while Garak had been distracted by his vision of just such a bath, he didn’t notice Julian sliding down his body until there were hands on his hips.
“That sounds delightful,” Julian said, “but I’d like to return the favor first.”
It was Garak’s turn to flush, and Julian noticed it now, a deeper grey at the peaks of the ridges, and he wished he’d read the manual ages ago. “It truly isn’t necessary-”
“Do you want me?” Julian asked.
“More than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time,” Garak said.
Julian grinned. “Are you certain?” He said, only half-teasingly. The rest of him wanted to ascertain that Garak was ready to share this with him, to secure the same enthusiastic consent Garak had needed from him.
Garak smiled back. “I am quite certain,” he assured his lover.
“Good,” Julian said, breath ghosting over Garak’s stomach as he kissed his way lower, at turns licking and sucking at the tender flesh of Garak’s chuva, prompting a litany of moans.
“Tell me what you need,” Julian said.
“I thought you read the manual,” Garak huffed out.
“I did. But I want to hear it from you. I want to hear you come undone.”
Garak let out a shaky breath. “Put your fingers inside me. Start with two,” he said, as Julian parted his legs with infinite gentleness, marveling at the way Garak’s scales were already glistening. Julian ran one finger along the length of the slit, but when this did not elicit any praise or pleasure from Garak, he took his middle and forefinger and gently, oh-so-gently, slid them in, just a little. This had Garak groaning and squirming, so Julian decided to tease him – pulling his fingers almost all the way out before sliding them back in. “Julian,” Garak said, sounding wrecked. “I’m not sure how much longer I can control myself if you keep doing that,” he warned.
“Isn’t that the point?” Julian asked, leaning down to place a tender kiss on Garak’s chuva. “Go ahead; bloom for me.”
And Garak, who had longed to do just that since the beginning of the evening, was helpless but to comply as Julian’s fingers slid out of him, his length following with an obscenely slick sound as it came to rest against his scales.
“Beautiful,” Julian breathed, unprepared for the sudden rush of filthy thoughts that entered his mind at the sight. “One day, I want you to bend me over and fuck me with that,” he said, voice sultry. Garak groaned at the mere thought. “But I meant what I said. Right now, I want to watch you come undone. I want to render you incapable of coherent thought, and I want my name on your lips when you come.”
“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that you have a dirty mind,” Garak said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the effect hardly lasted, as he was soon reduced to a mewling, writhing livewire of pleasure – all the niceties of civilized life falling away in the face of his need. He clenched his hands into fists and cursed, both in Kardasi and in Julian’s tongue.
“And I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth,” Julian teased.
Garak could feel himself spiraling up towards his climax, which was approaching faster than he’d anticipated. In that moment, he was possessed by his wanting, incapable of doing anything else to describe his need to Julian other than making low, guttural sounds in the back of his throat – but, oh, Julian knew, and kept building it within him, kept pleasuring him with all the youthful enthusiasm he could muster. It was overwhelming. He tensed, feeling like he was about to climax but yearning to linger on the edge just a little longer.
“Julian,” he whispered, unable to hold the other’s gaze for long. Everything else was lost in a haze of pleasure.
“Come for me, Garak,” Julian breathed, but Garak just tensed further, arching his back and trying to squirm away. “I know you want to,” Julian said. “It’s okay; I’m right here. You can let go.” Garak’s eyes screwed shut. He was hovering right there, right on the verge edge of coming, and Julian was doing everything right – pushing all those little buttons he hadn’t knew he had until tonight, and it was so hard to hold on to some semblance of control. Then Julian leaned in close and whispered, “I’m with you,” and Garak flew apart, his orgasm racing through him as he made a noise halfway between a sob and a shout.
“Julian,” he murmured, one hand stroking the other’s hair.
“I love you,” Julian said.
“Oh, I love you, too,” Garak said, pulling Julian close to his chest. “You are infinitely precious to me, Julian. Never forget that.”
Julian nuzzled Garak’s neck, burrowing down into the covers.
“Now, now. I promised you I’d draw you a nice, relaxing bath. And I’m a man of my word,” said Garak. “Or at least, I am when I’m with you.”
Julian’s eyes fluttered open, and he saw that Garak was watching him in that peculiar way of his. “Good,” he said, pouring every ounce of conviction into that one word. “Please don’t lie to me, if you can help it,” he added in a whisper, unable to hold Garak’s gaze.
“Not even a single white lie? To spare your feelings if, say, you ask me about your fashion choices?”
That elicited a laugh from Julian, who protested, “I have an impeccable fashion sense!”
“My dear doctor, your standard-issue Starfleet uniform is very becoming indeed. And never let it be said of me that I don’t love a man in a uniform! However, when I see you in anything else, for some reason, I become utterly possessed by the urge to take it off of you.”
“Oh?” Julian said, running his hand over the bare expanse of Garak’s chest. “Is that so?”
“Indeed,” Garak said, with more gravity than the situation required; yet the light in his eyes was so bright that Julian could not look away.
“I love you, Garak,” Julian said, and the words, they tasted so sweet.
“Oh Julian,” Garak said, voice soft, touch infinitely gentle as he caressed Julian’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You can’t possibly love me,” he said, voice cracking in the middle, “as much as I love you.”
“Thank you,” Julian said.
“Whatever for?” Garak asked. Julian studied the way his brow furrowed. He wanted to commit these moments to memory – all of them, in every last vivid, exquisite detail. How wonderful it was, to have found a love worth waiting a lifetime for, the kind straight out of a holonovel or a fairytale.
And Julian pressed a tender kiss to Garak’s temple before drawing back and whispering, “Thank you, for loving me the way you do.”
Garak offered his hand to his lover as he rose from their comfortable little nest, already running through which tinctures and salts and bath oils and perfumes he wished to add to their water. “With pleasure, my dear Julian.”