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Tears of Time	By : ShriTal88 Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 2325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“That is highly unlikely.” Julian said, blushing and rubbing the neck ridges. He stared at Garak's throat.
“But I am welcome to try?” Garak asked, tightening his arms and kissing the soft temple pressing to his chin.
Julian shifted a little. It was an intriguing prospect. It had never happened for him before. Research told him that that was generally true of human males. That it was more about the physical stimulation of just that one area. However, if the connection was not there mentally...he would not be aroused either.
Maybe he should explore. He always was interested in adventure. It was why he joined Starfleet and chose the Deep Space Nine assignment. What could be better?
“I guess,” he shifted more as he felt Garak's slick erection pressed to his thigh.
Garak shifted, sliding an arm under Julian and moving him to the center of the bed. He placed Julian back on the pillows, kissing his jaw soothingly. He moved his hands to Julian's shoulders squeezing briefly before sliding them down to brush along his chest.
Julian placed his hands on Garak's neck, rubbing the ridges nervously. His breathing was labored, and he could not hold eye contact for more than a few seconds with Garak.
“Are you comfortable?” Garak asked, leaning down. He kept his body well above Julian's, feeling the tensional transfer through Julian's hands as they rubbed.
Julian shifted back on the pillows. He arched as he felt the soft leathery palms pet his cheeks, thumbs gliding over his cheekbones. They moved down to his neck rubbing gently. He forced himself to breathe evenly, closing his eyes to savor the other sensations.
Garak made soothing hisses as he kissed over where his hands trailed, starting on the right side of Julian's face and moving to the left. He kept his body above the golden skinned creature, not even close enough to absorb the substantial heat the human was now emanating.
Julian leaned his face toward the kisses. This was alright. This was sweet, if anything about a Cardassian could be classified as sweet. So, maybe Garak would have to amend his plan. Garak was clearly good with...his hands. He slid his arms around Garak's neck, holding him for safety and comfort.
Garak paused and sucked down Julian's neck, leaving a trail of love bites along the line where a neck ridge would be on a Cardassian partner. He moved to the other side, repeating the process.
Julian dropped his hands from the Cardassian's shoulders and wrapped them around his torso, trying to pull the powerful creature closer. Being engulfed by the strength was a comfort to be savored.
Garak resisted the pull, sliding his hands over Julian's ribs, counting them.
Julian tipped his head in accordance with where Garak lavished his attentions. He tugged on Garak again, trying to get closer.
Garak held himself steady, despite the desire to answer the soft one's tugging. He smiled into the silky skinned neck. He would make sure that the lovely man would plead for more before he received it. He was so fine and soft. He slid his hands down Julian's arms, removing them from where they tried to lock around him and were tugging so insistently. Julian would implore Garak to continue with his lovely lips and delightful voice, not demand of Garak with bossy tugging. Julian was not his equal.
Julian whimpered loudly, leaning his nose toward Garak's chin.
Garak nipped Julian's chin sharply in warning to remain still. He gave each wrist a little squeeze, teasing the palms with his index fingers. He lifted his hands to return to exploring the delicious skin. His eyes lit up as he thought of a present for Julian to wear this afternoon.
Julian instantly moved his hands, only to have Garak grab them and press them to the mattress.
Garak growled and hissed, pulling his torso back. He kept Julian's wrists pinned.
Julian wiggled and his eyes widened as he gave a brief struggle. Garak was trying to restrain him. He let out a loud cry of distress.
Garak pressed his lips to Julian's absorbing the cry. He took the bottom lip softly sucking on it for a moment as he pressed Julian's wrists to the mattress. Garak leaned down so their chests touched.
Julian pressed up to Garak, opening his mouth docilely as the tongue tapped his lips. He hoped to entice his companion to let go of his wrists and allow him to stroke and squeeze in return. More touching and being touched. Anywhere would be nirvana. He murmured softly, wishing he could make a noise as appealing to the Cardassian as the hissing was to him.
“Keep them there.” Garak's eyes flashed with menace. His eyes almost glazed over at the soft pitch of the cooing sound coming from Julian. He would have to learn how to get more of that sweet noise from the other man. “Or I will restrain you.”
“Garak...” the entreaty to be allowed to stroke Garak died on his lips as he took in the passionate haze clouding Garak's face. Julian bit his lip, trying to press to Garak for comfort.
Garak hissed louder at Julian.
Julian lifted his head as much as he could. He kissed the Cardassian's chin and rested quietly back on the pillows.
Garak leaned down and kissed Julian. Such nerves needed to be quelled if he hoped to drive the man over the edge.
Julian gave a stuttered sigh as Garak kissed along his jaw. He was not giving up the game yet. Garak said that it would just be pleasure. Looking up at Garak...was amazing. So much emotion without ceremony or dissembling made his breath catch. Garak had never looked so open with him.
“I'll try. I'll try.” he whispered, keeping his wrists still to please Garak. He would have a chance to touch. And he would make Garak fall to pieces by touching his neck ridges. Maybe he could suck on them...maybe Garak had been giving him a hint with the lines now embellishing his own neck.
Garak's volume lowered as he kept hissing, and he began kissing and licking Julian's clavicles.
Julian slid his hands up along the mattress to grip the bars of the head board. He closed his eyes, pulling to the forefront of his mind an image of Garak pressing fully down on him. He fought to remember the power he felt in Garak and his own desire to succumb to it. He let out a cry at the thought of being held close, and his erection pulsed and throbbed.
Garak leaned up and kissed Julian's closed eyelids. He looked so blissful. Garak stroked the soft cheek, and pushed back the dark hair.
“Look at me.” He nipped Julian's cheek softly.
Julian opened his eyes and felt a second throb run through his whole body as he arched for more contact with Garak.
“Elim...”
Garak's eyes flashed brighter blue, and he stooped to nuzzle Julian's chin softly. His name was on Julian's lips.
“Please...Elim.” Julian whimpered, tugging at the bars. Touching was necessary. If he didn't get to touch soon...he would lose his mind.
Garak leaned down so their chests brushed very lightly for a moment.
“Elim...” Julian twisted and arched, looking up as Garak began touching him again. Garak had thought this through from the beginning. This was about driving him wild. Well, Julian would not...would not...
Garak slipped his hands down to touch Julian's hips as they tried to press forward against his own.
“Julian,” Garak whispered, placing one soft kiss on the swollen mouth and sliding his tongue teasingly over the crease of the other's lips.
Julian tried to press into the kiss, but Garak frustratingly withdrew before the kiss deepened. He followed the mouth with his own, his lips parting in a silent invitation. He looked over the Cardassian's face, noting the slight flushing beginning to glow on the ridges. How lovely. Garak should be kissed. He kept hold of the bars, bending his knees and turning his legs out. He was so exposed, and it did not matter.
Garak kissed Julian's throat, pressing harder as he nipped the large jugular, but not with enough force to leave any mark. He brushed his chest teasingly to Julian's again.
Julian groaned, arching for firmer contact, only to have Garak withdraw. Damn him. If Garak would wrap his arms around him and hold, giving him a crushing kiss, Julian thought he could come from that. He moaned, thrusting his hips against the empty air.
“If you try to force contact with your lovely hips against any surface for friction, I will truss you up and leave you here, fully aroused to think about how you took back your word. And then we will try again. And again if necessary.”
Julian whimpered, “Not fair.”
Garak smiled against his neck. “That depends on your definition of fair.”
Julian shifted more, tilting his head back to offer more of his neck to Garak.
Garak rubbed over Julian as he dipped his head to tease his tongue down the honey colored planes of Julian's stomach and chest. He slid his hands around to caress Julian's flanks.
Julian whimpered, lifting his hips to give Garak more access. Garak leaned in to kiss Julian's lips a few times. His mind conjured the image of Garak's lips wrapped around him as Garak sucked on his tongue for a moment before pushing it from his mouth and penetrating Julian's mouth in turn. Julian twisted and groaned against the tongue. He arched his chest to press to Garak's, sucking on the muscle in his mouth.
Garak pulled back, smiling. He leaned forward and slid his fingers over Julian's, loosening them. He took the hands cautiously and kissed each fingertip. He placed the hands on his forearms. He dropped his hands to the fine hips.
Julian gasped, half hoping that the whole plan had been a lie and Garak would press their hips together as they had been. His mind summoned the sensation and image, causing him to arch as he flung his arms around Garak's neck. This was...so different and it was Garak...and Garak was...Julian nipped at the scale on the ridge directly behind Garak's left ridge.
He stopped when he felt a sharper nip to his own neck.
“Don't think of marking my neck, Julian,” the voice was a hiss, menacing and forbidding as a king cobra. Julian trembled, tracing the shape of a 'v' with circles on the top points on the nape of Garak's neck. “You are welcome to kiss and playfully nip. But leave a mark, and you will learn what the whisper son-of-Tain means.”
Julian trembled again. Apparently, only Garak was allowed to mark the neck.
Garak caught the doctor's lips for a soft kiss, pressing his tongue teasingly to the crease and pulling back as Julian opened his mouth acquiescently with more of his soft cooing noises.
“Did you consider that there might be a reason that your mouth is generally being avoided?” he coaxed, peering up into Julian's eyes. He flipped Julian over, pulling him to rest on his knees.
Julian flushed, turning to look over his shoulder. Garak slid his hands down Julian's arms and teased his fingers over the silky skin of his wrists.
Garak smiled, pulling him back to rest on his lap, but not in a position where Garak's erection was afforded anything more than warmth from Julian's ass.
“Equal loveliness requires equal treatment. Wouldn't you agree, dear Julian?” Garak asked, hissing as Julian spread his legs more to rest on either side of Garak's.
Julian whimpered as he felt the heat rising from Garak's legs, enjoying the experience of nearly touching. All he had to do was lean forward ever so slightly and it would be...and he would offer the Cardassian a very open view. But he held his position, remembering Garak's words. He believed the Cardassian was too aroused to actually 'truss him up' and leave. But why tempt fate when this was the most mind-blowing foreplay in which he had ever actively participated?
Garak rubbed the broad shoulders and slid his hands down Julian's back. He teased the spine.
Julian gasped, falling back to rest his head on Garak's shoulder. His hips were tilted out of the range of easy temptation now. His prick stood out, leaking more pre-come.
Garak smiled, teasing the lumbar nerves again.
Julian bucked and moaned. He touched Garak's thighs, running his fingers along the large scales that flared from his hips.
Garak hissed and kissed on Julian's neck. He gave a firmer nip to each of the love bites already there, darkening them. His slid his hands around to caress Julian's pectorals again, teasing the little nubs that made Julian coo.
Julian thrust into the air, closing his eyes as the memory of rubbing against Garak's erection bombarded his memory. He only wished there was a mirror so he could see what he looked like almost riding a Cardassian, a male Cardassian at that. Visual sensations were especially powerful...but not seeing could be almost as stimulating.
Garak kissed along Julian's chin, sliding a hand up to stroke his throat. He cupped the side of the golden neck.
“You are perfectly lovely like this. I will need many more exhibitions of your dropped inhibitions.” Garak took a handful of hair, combing it. He rubbed his nose against it.
Julian turned his head, trying to kiss the side of Garak's face. He needed to offer pleasure in return. Receiving was not nearly enough to plunge him over the edge. His true pleasure was in knowing the pleasure he gave in return. He could not even see Garak's eyes. He was acting like a slut...so desperate to be gratified that he was forgetting to see to his companion's needs.
Garak pressed his nose to the side of Julian's cheek. He would humor the little creature with the semblance of a human mating ritual after more urgent needs were attended. He was too lovely to deny pleasure.
Julian sighed, reaching back into the Cardassian's lap. Garak had said nothing about touching a shaft apart from his own. He could stroke Garak to completion, hopefully earning touches where he most needed them.
Garak flipped Julian to his back, pinning the golden wrists as Julian moaned, clenching his fingers at the near grasp they had had on Garak's purple, weeping erection.
“That is not what we are doing,” he hissed, eyes flashing as Julian twisted and wriggled. “What did I say about trying to escape?”
“I am depending on your release,” Julian said, ceasing his movement and staring hazily up at Garak.
Garak nodded with his knowing smile, keeping Julian's wrists held down to prevent any further attempts at groping his shaft, despite how amazing it would be to allow the pretty creature free reign to touch him. Julian was still clearly refusing to understand that he was not Garak's equal. He was to submit to Garak as the older and wiser partner and as the Cardassian. He was to trust Garak to ensure that their mutual needs were satisfied.
“Patience, dear one. Patience. You understood how you were to be pleasured. What is the reason for that?”
“You want to drive me mad.” Julian said, as Garak straddled his stomach, looming over him. His eyes caught on the lovely spoon shape inferior to his throat. He would definitely kiss that soon.
“I mean besides that. I want you,” Garak pressed his hands to the long neck, using his thumbs to tilt Julian's head to look into the brown eyes.
Julian met the eyes with barely a blink.
“And you say I talk too much?”
Garak responded with his knowing smile.
“You want to learn about me...” Julian tried, seeing that the touching was not going to continue until the question was given a satisfactorily Garak answer. “Learn what pleases me.”
“Very good. I have learned much already, but there is much left to learn. Do I not deserve similar indulgence?” Garak kissed the hinge of Julian's jaw, rubbing his nose against Julian's ear.
“But you won't even let me touch you. You shoved my hands to the mattress,” Julian said, tugging at his wrists.
“You will orgasm first. This is meant for you, not me.” Garak lifted off Julian, beginning to kiss his chest again with hisses of pleasure as he wrapped his arms around Julian.
“Gar...Elim...listen to me.” Julian whimpered, sliding a hand into Garak's hair.
Garak lifted his head. He rested his cheek on Julian's chest, listening to his heart beat for a moment. He lifted up.
Sensing that he had Garak's attention, Julian said, “I need to touch you. I can't...can't...” Julian rubbed his lips together, looking into the blue eyes.
Garak blinked, looking over the soft face, the soft downturn of the lips and corners of the eyes. The Adam's apple bobbed as Julian swallowed.
“All you have to do is ask,” Garak whispered, leaning forward to kiss across Julian's forehead.
“Garak, please let me touch you,” Julian said, lifting up so their chests touched.
“You may touch nothing below my waist,” Garak said, directing the hands to his neck. They would have to go elsewhere soon, because Julian would orgasm first. It was the only correct way to deepen this relationship.
Julian eagerly spread his fingers out, and stroked over the scales.
Garak slipped down Julian's body, raising his legs and kissing his inner thighs. He stroked the outside, sliding his hand occasionally to caress a gluteal. He teased the doctor's cleft as he rubbed down the lower part of his back.
Julian lifted his hips, shamelessly attempting to give Garak more access. He always loved having his backside gripped as he thrust. His erection was pulsing harder. If Garak even breathed on it. Julian cried out at the thought of lips surrounding him. He thrust his hips into the air.
Garak dipped a finger toward the warm entrance.
“Elim...” Julian whimpered, almost lifting away. That was more than he bargained for. He held still, noticing the lips hover an inch closer to his prick. Risk stopping the game or accept the new touch. He moved his hips back a little, gasping as the fingertip circled his entrance before the tip slid inside.
He had never been penetrated that way. He groaned loudly as the finger stretched him a little as it probed and the other hand squeezed his left gluteal to part him a little more.
“Elim...you said...Elim...” Garak could touch anything he wanted as far as Julian was concerned. The man was clearly an expert in sexual pleasuring. This was maddening.
Garak pressed his finger forward, sliding deeper into the young, firm body up to the second knuckle of his index finger.
“I haven't...yet.” Garak leaned forward and kissed Julian's stomach over his navel as he moved the finger a little deeper.
Julian whimpered at the slight pressure. He stroked the neck ridges more forcefully, relishing the loud hiss from Garak. He was pleasing the Cardassian. He throbbed at the thought of Garak sliding a little deeper and of the finger being something longer and moister. His flush deepened, and he spread his legs more to encourage the finger to continue. What did Garak think of him?
“You're a very passionate little creature...the most beautiful I've ever seen, and I hope to see you this way more often,” Garak whispered, staring at the weeping erection. He could take it in his mouth and end Julian's desperation within half a minute.
Julian's eyes crossed as he saw how close Garak's mouth was to the head of his cock. The thought of being taken within that cavern that was so clever with words and seeing what it could do with different motions...Julian pulsed heavily, closing his eyes. He was so close to the edge. He pushed down on the finger.
Garak withdrew his finger, leaning up to nuzzle the thrashing human as he lifted his hips wantonly.
“Elim, please...so good. Please.” Julian's eyes were shut as he bucked his hips in the empty air. He whimpered as Garak moved to his side, keeping pressed close. Hopefully, Garak would do that with his finger again.
Garak pressed fully to the doctor. He leaned over kissing the long throat. Really, the doctor's neck was quite exquisite...even before Garak enhanced it with his love bites. He played his fingers over them, touching his thumb to Julian's larynx softly.
“Imagine, Julian.” Garak teased his other hand over the little nubs on the human's chest. He tweaked them a little. “Imagine my mouth, sucking on you.” He removed the left hand from his neck ridge, cradling the soft wrist that would be so easy to crush.
Julian gasped, twisting his wrist to get his hand beck to the neck ridge. Seeing the reaction of his touch was enrapturing. Seeing the relish in the tilt of his head forward, the enchantment in the dilated eyes, the satisfaction as Garak reeled through his ardor and salacious appetite. Julian stopped pulling on his wrist.
Garak slipped his lips around the index and middle fingers, sucking softly and swirling his tongue. His arm tightened around Julian's shoulders. Julian slid his right arm about the Cardassian's broad neck, turning his face into the shoulder as tactile motions mixed with imagination. He thrust his hips more forcefully, wishing the mouth was lower.
“Julian?” Garak whispered, releasing the fingers. He continued cradling the delicate wrist.
“Hmmmm...” Julian said, opening his eyes and drawing back to stare into the lovely face. He leaned forward and kissed the chin ridges.
“Will you come for me?” Garak asked, leaning forward and kissing the top of each cheekbone.
Julian bucked more frantically. His mind overloaded as it focussed on the soft fingertip that had teased his opening earlier, the love bites that had been delivered so thoroughly and carefully to his neck, the sweet kisses everywhere, and lastly the sucking of his fingers. Julian thrust eagerly.
“Come for me, Julian. Now.” Garak hissed.
Julian's eyes shot open wide as he convulsed to the memory of Garak's mouth hovering above him and the imagining of his lips dropping to wrap around him.
A leathery hand dropped to cup him, catching his semen. He shoved his mouth to Garak's, not giving the Cardassian a chance to withdraw. He shoved his hips into the hand wantonly.
Garak leaned into the kiss as Julian opened his mouth. Garak slid his tongue inside, pressing Julian back onto the bed as his orgasm finished. He kissed him another minute, concentrating on Julian's reaction to the orgasm. He pulled back, lifting up to straddle Julian as he felt his own. He cupped Julian's face as fluid spurted onto Julian's stomach and chest.
Julian whimpered, reaching for him. He tugged Garak closer, resting his head on the arm that had been around his shoulders.
Garak allowed Julian to hold him close. He kissed the soft jaw, sighing as Julian turned to face him. He kissed over Julian's mouth for a moment, excepting the cooing whimpers and soft nuzzles.
Garak lifted his hand to his lips when Julian's eyes opened as he pulled back from the soft lips. He slowly licked his index finger clean.
Julian groaned, leaning forward and kissing Garak's ear ridge. He watched Garak continue to lick his fingers clean.
“Why don't you rest, dear Julian?” Garak asked. “I need to take a shower.” He sat up, trying to withdraw from the soft and insistently cuddling man. This day was for Julian to be deliriously happy. Garak would take care of the second orgasm his own erection would require soon. The lithe human seemed to have lost interest in it now. He would have to remember that orgasms were so relaxing to him. He would have to discover if Julian could become aroused again quickly.
Julian reluctantly loosened his hold on the neck, dropping his head to place a small kiss in the indentation of Garak's chest.
Garak gasped, placing a hand on the golden neck. He held Julian in place as the human kissed the whole surface of the natural adornment.
“Julian,” he whispered, stroking the back of his head. He held him as he pulled back softly. That was perfect. What a sentimental gesture...not that he had any choices...but the gesture...
“I have not pleased you, yet,” Julian whispered, placing his hands on Garak's shoulders. “I've not forgotten. I just needed a moment or two to recover my scattered wits. That was incredible.”
“Yes, you did...” Garak said, sighing as Julian ran his hands over the scapular spine ridges.
“But you are still...”
“Look at your stomach.”
Julian looked down, touching his stomach and swiping some of the lavender colored liquid.
Garak looked over his shoulder. He saw Julian examining his seminal fluid. If he would...
Julian lifted the finger to his lips. He licked it. It was sweet. He swiped up more of the fluid, licking it from his fingers as Garak had done with his.
Garak hissed, moving closer to Julian, wrapping an arm around him. He could feel the haze that had been around his mind lifting more. Julian was never leaving his side.
“We should bathe,” Garak whispered. “I have a surprise planned for you this afternoon. We have much to discuss, of particularly pressing importance.”
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