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“Congratulations, you win.” Julian said breathlessly.
“Oh? And what do I ‘win’”? Garak asked, tilting his head.
He was so close to those lips, but he couldn’t move under Garak’s vice grip. So he grinned and simply replied. “Me.”
Something flashed in Garak’s eyes at that, and his lips were on Julian’s in record speed. His hands dragged from where they pinned Julian’s hands, nails lightly scratching on their way down, earning himself a delicious gasp.
Hands free, Julian wrapped his arms around Garak, eager to touch, to feel every inch, bump, ridge and scale but only finding fabric. Meanwhile, Garak’s hands were free to explore every glorious inch of the warm and soft skin beneath, his lips lowering to Julian’s neck and clavicle to nip and suck as his hand stopped at his nipples in curiosity, pulling and twisting, earning soft little gasps, before his teeth and tongue attacked them.
“G-garak— ah.” Julian arched into the touch.
Busy biting and sucking, Garak lowered his hand, following the soft line of fuzz down his abdomen, that tensed at his touch, until he found his prize. Julian’s speedo was dangerously stretched and his hips bucked as Garak rubbed his hand over the length. “P-please…” Julian moaned, hands grabbing fistfuls of Garak’s suit.
With a smile, Garak sat up on his knees, watching for a moment as his dear doctor lay flushed and breathing heavily beneath him. Julian's smooth, brown skin glowed beautifully under the sun.
Garak's eyes stopped at the speedo, eager to remove that hideous piece of clothing. He grabbed it by the edges and shimmied it down Julian's hips, releasing his cock, the tip bobbing and glistening with pre-cum. Garak couldn't help himself; his mouth opened to scent him, inhaling the musky human scent that made his scales tighten.
Finally, he lowered the garment down Julian's ridiculously beautiful long and slim legs. He looked at the speedo, balancing it on one finger. "My dear, at least choose a better print. Orange and green? Really?"
A burst of laughter erupted from Julian.
"Is this really what you want to talk about right now?"
Garak tore his eyes away from the speedo in his hand and looked at Julian, his pupils dilated with need. "No," he replied simply, throwing the offensive garment away.
"Especially now that it's no longer in the way," he added with a dangerous grin.
He started crawling back on top of Julian, but a hand stopped him. He paused immediately, searching brown hazel eyes for answers, worried he had changed his mind.
"It's not fair. I want to see you too. Also, the sand is a bit." Julian grimaced, the sand sticking to every nook and cranny of his sweaty skin, and the heat emanating from it overwhelming.
“Ah, let’s take this somewhere else.” Garak stood, holding a hand to pull Julian up, his eyes fixed on Julian’s body, letting himself the small pleasure of watching as Julian ran towards the small shower near the entry, before he quickly busied himself with towels to make the perfect spot to lay down.
Julian sauntered over with a smile at Garak's makeshift creation. Garak watched him hungrily, Julian's skin wet and glistening, oh so delectable, and his hair wet and curling adorably around his temples.
Julian met Garak in the middle of their little haven, and before the Cardassian could reach to touch him again, Julian grabbed his hands. "Not yet... I need to see you... it's my turn," he added with a glint in his eyes.
His hands reached towards Garak’s neck ridges, touching them gently at first before changing into a firmer grip and massaging down. Garak closed his eyes with a sharp inhale. Julian’s hands reached the start of Garak’s bathing suit and found the zipper at the base of his neck. He pulled down slowly, revealing beautiful decorative gray skin. His eyes stopped at the Chula, and without thinking he leaned in and licked. He could sense a tremor through Garak’s body. “Is that good?” He whispered, looking up. But Garak just nodded, eyes still closed. Julian licked again at the buzzing teardrop before he continued on his mission of removing the god damn suit off.
He finally pried the top part off and was left speechless. Yes, Garak had some extra pudge here and there, which actually looked delightful to grab and squeeze, but there was no denying that the man was also strong, with years of training etched into his physique.
“Oh, you’re stunning,” Julian said breathlessly, his hands caressing reverently every ridge and scale, every soft spot that he could reach. Julian scooted closer, hands roaming the wide back, feeling scales and muscles beneath his fingers. “Look at me,” he pleaded, kissing his aural ridge. “Please.”
Hesitant blue eyes finally met his, and Julian could sense the insecurity in them, completely oblivious to the feelings he stirred in Julian. Julian buried his hand in Garak's soft black hair, kissing him passionately and biting and sucking at his supple lower lip. He pressed his hard cock against Garak's pelvis, trying to communicate his desire wordlessly.
Garak lowered his body further into Julian, their mouths barely parting for air, spreading Julian’s legs as his hips slotted against Julian’s. With a growl he rolled them so Julian was on top. His hands delighted in caressing down Julian's sides, tracing his delicate waist before grabbing handfuls of his ass and pulling his hips closer. Julian gasped, placing his hands on the towels for support as he moved his hips to seek more friction.
Garak took the time to curiously wrap a hand around Julian’s cock, eliciting a delicious moan as Julian exhaled sharpy, biting onto his lower lip and stifling more sounds. Garak continues his explorations, the other hand on Julian’s ass, letting his fingers dip into its cleft, finding his puckered hole. Which seemed quite sensitive as Julian leaned down, forehead resting on Garak’s shoulder, soft sounds escaping his lips as he caressed it gently, applying slight pressure, feeling the muscle give in and twitch.
“Garak—“ Julian swallowed. “I didn’t quite… I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t… prepare myself.” He kept his head down, his skin burning with embarrassment. He would love to explore this sometime, but not now.
Garak simply kissed the top of his head, removing his hand. “Another time, perhaps.” Julian raised his head to look at him with a shy soft smile that took Garak’s breath away.
Garak swiftly rolled them over so he was on top, he got up, untying his pants as Julian watched eagerly. Then he removed his shorts, feeling a bit self conscious at the wetness already glistening between his thighs. But Julian seemed entranced at the sight, his own hand lowering to his cock and giving it a squeeze and rub.
Garak gently pushed Julian back on his back before he settled on top of him, thick thighs spread over him. He let Julian’s hands explore the sensitive area, while he quickly made work of everting. He was done waiting. Inhaling deeply, he grabbed Julian’s cock and slowly lowered himself onto it.
A hiss left his lips at the stretch. But he was wet enough that he could continue lowering himself until he was fully seated.
“Garak!” Julian gasped at the sensation. He was warm and tight and for god’s sake ribbed. He felt Garak start to roll his hips in circles and he imitated the movement, undulating under him and feeling the muscles clenching around him. “You feel so good. Oh God. I—“ He felt like his head was swimming in pleasure, none of his fantasies compared to this.
Feeling himself loosing control he looked where they were joined and saw the glistening blue-tinged Prut begging for attention. He reached carefully, wrapping his hand around it, and they both cried out as Garak tensed under the touch, his muscles gripping Julian impossibly tight.
“Doctor…” he whispered so quietly, almost to himself, his eyes closed tightly, his head dropped forward. A pink tongue darting to wet his lip.
“You can call me Julian… ” That made Garak look at him. Julian continued moving his hand, twisting, and trying to find the best spot when Garak’s breath went haggard and his eyelids fluttered when he caressed the base. Ah.
Julian twisted his hand at the base, his eyes glued to every micro expression and sound he managed to elicit from Garak.
His hand, coated in Cardassian lubricant, caught his curiosity. He lifted it to the light before sucking on a finger dripping with the pale blue liquid. It tasted bitter and sweet—not bad at all.
Garak gasped on top of him, both at the sight and the audacity of his curious doctor. Yet, his body shook with pleasure, and he ground his hips more forcefully with a loud growl as he chased his orgasm.
Seeing Garak completely undone was enough for Julian. He thrust upward, his hand still stimulating Garak, their bodies coming together with obscene sounds. They both reached their peak almost simultaneously, with Julian coming deep inside Garak and Garak painting Julian’s stomach with his spent.
Heavy breathing filled the silence as they recovered from the high. Garak quickly removed himself from Julian as his P’rut tucked back in and laid heavily next to him.
Julian looked at Garak in awe, wondering why they hadn’t done this sooner. As clichéd as it seemed, he felt like a changed man. But he stopped himself from voicing this sentiment out loud, not wanting to invite a disparaging look or comment.
He scooted closer to the Cardassian and rested his head on Garak’s broad chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. His hand lazily caressed the scales until Garak gently stopped him by interlacing their fingers. Julian remembered the gesture from books Garak had given him to read, sadly he didn’t know what it really meant as the stubborn older man had always refused to answer his questions directly. Still, he knew it was an intimate gesture.
They quietly enjoyed each other’s presence, their bodies slotted comfortably together, tired and sated.
Triiii triiii
A ring chimed, announcing they had ten minutes left. Julian groaned, reluctant to leave this little piece of paradise, even if it wasn’t real. Garak wanted to throttle Quark for daring to kick them out. But he would leave that for another time. Right now the warm, lovely human by his side was all that mattered.
Julian lifted his head up to look down at Garak, who only looked back at him, relaxed. His whole body seemed at ease—Julian had never seen him so comfortable. Unable to contain himself, he leaned in and kissed him softly.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a terrible host,” he sighed. “I had food and games planned…”
The side of Garak’s mouth lifted into an amused smile. “Oh? And what happened to the promises of coming here more times?Were they empty promises?”
“No! No, of course not, I would love to repeat this.” Julian finished softly, an utterly besotted look on his face.
Garak reached up and his thumb slowly caressed Julian’s cheek, his eyes soft, hazed. “So would I.”
