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Garak drags his teeth over his skin as he releases him, and sucks away all of the saliva leaving only a damp spot over purple-red tooth marks.  Then he says with the most deliberately slow and deeply appreciative tone, "Good...Boy."
    Julian titters a little, in some sort of bashful state of bliss.  Elim releases him and flips him over underneath him like he was made of rags and stuffed with hay.  He pins him again, this time front to front and Julian shivers at the feeling of so much strange and beautiful anatomy above him.  Elim kisses him fiercely and Julian's arms come up around him weak but purposeful.  He isn't quite sure what just happened but it hurt and felt good, and even Elim's words feel good now, as if they were just another part of his body licking at his skin.
    "You are amazing," he says when he finally sits up.  Julian only smiles up at him looking a little bewildered.  Garak doesn't completely buy it.  He thinks he at least has an idea of what is going on, if not a previous experience.  But as he looks at him he can't help but think, that there are probably lots of other people out there who would spark hot and hard for Garak with just the drop of their name from his lips, people who have nothing to learn, and there are probably people who would trust him instantly, frightening, dangerous people, and there are probably people with even more seductively beautiful skin and dark eyes, but he doesn't think he's seen a single one, and there are probably lots of other people who wouldn't give him so much grief for the pleasure of one little bite, but he has no desire to meet any of them.  If he did now, he wouldn't even notice them for the blinding brilliance of Julian in his vision. 
    Garak strokes his own cock once because he needs to.  "I'm going to touch and taste every part of you now," he says.
    Julian's cock twitches and actually bumps into Garak's.  His eyes go wide and Garak grins and gets to work.  His hands have been longing for this, the permission to touch all of this without impropriety or self-imposed restrictions in the way.  He runs his hands up and down his slim body, all that glorious smooth skin, something Garak has only in small patches himself, all the hair all over, thick here, thin there, light and fuzzy in one place, fistfuls in others.  He skin is piquant with salt, in some places more than others, shimmering with hints of moisture and heat, two things that, in Garak's mind, go very well together, and would be especially pleasing if he could but surround some part of him with it.  He sweats a dewy sheen over his chest and legs in the heat of Garak's warm bedroom, and under his hands.  He licks it off of his sternum, his bald scrotum and all around it where he smells strongly of salt and sex, he tastes quickly the precum dribbling from his cock, and sucks on his chin and toes.  He pinches here, and bites there, and Julian gasps when he does this in certain places, his neck, his nipples, (his nipples are something Garak has decided are going to require further intensive study at a later date) the backs of his knees. 

    When he turns him over on his side, runs hands on the ends of stiff arms up his hip and flank, pushing his arm up out of range and bites down hard on his buttock, Julian yelps just a little, and then begins laughing.  In fact, the laughing lasts much longer than it should, and Garak stops and looks at him.
    "What is it?"

    "I didn't know you had one there, too," he continues laughing through squinted eyes and Garak realizes that while he has been paying attention to Julian's rear end, Julian has been looking at his.  The coccygeal rebec is tiny but unmistakably related to the other two.  It is the consequence of this irritating feature of their anatomy that Cardassians never use spoons smaller than three centimeters.
    Garak bites him again.
    Julian wraps his arms around him and pulls him up forcefully, yanking his own skin from between his teeth resulting in a hard pinch and a clack from Elim's jaw.  Julian is breathing like a distance runner when he captures Elim's mouth and tongue.  Elim is straddling him, his cock dangling there between his legs, and Julian, liberated and smiling, pushes him up after some toothy kisses, away so he can see what he is doing, and reaches up and grabs hold of Elim's cock in his right hand.
    His hand is wet but suddenly empty, and Elim is making a face of severe concentration, eyes closed, breathing stopped, and Julian stops too, eyes wide and scared.  Elim exhales on a groan and lowers himself to the mattress.  Julian can only gape.
    "My God.  I know it's sensitive, but I thought if you..."
    "No, it...it didn't hurt.  Well, it did, when it...retracts, that hurts quite a lot, but."  He thinks and recovers a moment.  "Touch your armpit."
    "What?"
    "Touch your armpit."
    Julian hesitates, but then raises his arm and puts a finger to his armpit.
    "Ok.  Now I'm going to touch your armpit."  And he reaches over with a fast hand and Julian skitters away with a laugh that comes out of nowhere.
    "Ok ok, I get it.  But how..."
    "It just takes time to overcome the reflex.  Someday I'm sure I'll be able to touch your underarm without a fight-"
    "Don't count on it."
    "-and you'll be able to grab my cock and I won't even flinch."  Julian blushes.  He's never heard him talk like that.
    "What do we do till then?" he asks, feeling stupid again.
    Garak laughs.  "I'm sure we'll think of something.  Just you let me worry about my own cock for now."
    Julian isn't quite satisfied with that.  He had only just developed the aplomb to make that plunge, he didn't count on being told 'no.'
    Elim emerges again with a sigh, and Julian watches with fascination, and a little worry.  He tries to look, to make sure he didn't damage anything, but without touching it.  "I'm fine," Elim says.  "You just startled me.  I didn't expect you to get so brave so quickly."  Julian smiles on one side of his face, and Elim bends down and kisses it.
    Julian lays back down the rest of the way and Elim crawls up to cover him.  Julian's heart starts to race again, or maybe just more, as Elim lets himself down slowly into the void between them until there isn't one.  Pressed inch for inch for the first time, Julian's eyes slip closed.  His arms come back up to keep him there as if he thought he might leave.  All those scales, they feel leathery to his naked forearms, but like cool porcelain against his chest and legs.  Their cocks are pressed together uncomfortably, but the quality doesn't seem to matter.  When Elim lifts himself up a little again it's just the sight of the two bright pink heads between their bellies that makes Julian fidget and whine under Elim's weight.
    Garak urges his knees up with his own and Julian is breathing hard again.  "Shh," he says in his ear, but he only seems to breath faster in response.
    "Can I move?" he asks.  He wants to roll against him, anything to relieve this pressure, anything to come now, but he fights it because he just doesn't yet understand where the boundary lies.  If he can't touch his cock without hurting him, he isn't sure what to do.
    "Allow me."  Garak sits up then and Julian digs fingernails between the scales on his legs.  Garak hums in pleasure and grasps both of their cocks in his hands, aligning the undersides.  He strokes a hand over the heads and Julian whimpers a little.  He can see he is struggling not to move and it's beautiful.  Garak begins rolling his hips and sliding his hands in tandem creating a nonsensical combination of friction planes on both their cocks.  He loves this, personally.  It's confusing to feel the hands go up and the cock go down, and then the cock go up while the hands go down, but it's so easy to do.  Garak's cock is soaking wet, dripping on the sheets, coating himself and Julian.  He can't remember the last time he was turned on to such a degree, and all of this wetness slicks up his fingers so he can barley hang on to Julian.   
    Julian smiles a little to himself.  Now this. This is primitive you scholarly Cardassian bastard.  Primitive and glorious, Julian thinks.  He gives in a few times and thrusts his hips upward when hanging onto him isn't enough, but quickly locks himself down again when Elim grunts.  So much wet friction, so much want so long built up, this isn't going to last long, but he's pretty sure Elim is prepared for that as well.  He's been prepared for every other obstacle thus far.  The sounds escaping his mouth right now don't even sound like him.  They're high and needy, and vibrato with fatigue that he can't yet feel.  Every time Elim's cock slides up his own shaft it's like, well, it's like a long awaited fuck finally coming to fruition.  His head is spinning, and it goes absolutely haywire when one of Elim's hands periodically comes up and over and grabs both of their heads and gives them a squeeze. 
    Julian is close and starts breathing hard and fast, moaning and trying to hold it back with a fist in his mouth.  He is still watching, he won't close his eyes and just let go and Garak appreciates that more than anything.  He decides now is a good time.  Garak lets go of Julian's cock completely and he looks almost mortified at the sudden loss. He whines a little again, and Garak shifts closer, Julian's balls pressed up against him, and takes Julian's cock in his left hand, pressing hard with his thumb on the place below the head, pushing it down and away from his own cock.  He takes his own in his right hand and jerks at it rapidly.  Julian is gasping for breath now as he watches, his eyes want to shut, and he wants to let them, Garak can tell, he wants to let go and come, but he's not.  Garak didn't even have to tell him to wait.  He bites his lip because he loves this man and he can't believe he ever had a doubt, and as tainted as a sentiment like that can be in throes of passion, he thinks it will persist.  Garak's own eyes close for a half moment, because he can't keep them open when he first starts to come.  He just can't.  It builds like a drum roll until it crashes like cymbals, and maybe that's just the music he still has playing out in the living room, but he doesn't think so, because when he opens his eyes again it's as moving as an entire choir singing in his ear to see his come splash violently across Julian's dick.  He moans between clenched teeth and watches the second and third bursts collide with his shaft and get swept up in the motions of his hands.  It rolls over the fingers of his right hand as it pumps away at his own cock, and completely covers his left hand wrapped tightly around Julian's and smearing it up and down.  Julian is gaping and his face is contorted bizarrely.  He's still trying to watch, he doesn't want to miss an instant of this it seems, but as his abdomen pulls in and he starts to jerk, they close to tight sweat-shiny wrinkles, and his own come comes pouring out over Garak's hand and Julian's belly.
    Julian hears himself crying out pathetically over Elim's harsh breathing as pleasure rips up his spine over and over like a long string of shock waves that ebb all too quickly, but leave behind a wash of relaxation akin to none other.  Elim's fingers coated in come rub up and down slowly now on his shaft, gently, squeezing the last dribbles from him as he convulses just a little from their bite at the head.  At length, he feels Elim's weight shift and roll away next to him.
    Julian startles awake and realizes he had drifted off while Elim was gone to the bathroom.  His touch on Julian's skin woke him and now Elim is smirking a little, amused and a little smug perhaps.  He wipes Julian's belly with a warm damp cloth, once, then folds it and leaves it for Julian to do the rest.  Elim leaves a glass of water on the nightstand and climbs back into the bed to lay face up atop the covers for a restful moment.  Julian has a few gulps of water, then curls up and turns over modestly on his front and struggles against heavy eyelids.  Elim is on his side now and looking at him, he can see from the corner of his eye.  The candles are out now, replaced by the nightstand light.  Salty smoke finds his nose, and his heart, despite its still rapid pounding, slows and clenches once in anticipation or worry.  He isn't sure what the feeling is really, but he knows the source is right next to him.
   Elim chuckles softly.  "I had heard about the human male's tendency to fall asleep in this situation, immediately....but I really didn't believe it."  Julian smiles and then turns his face into the pillow.  He isn't really embarrassed, but laying like this, feeling like this, weak and comfortable and washed over with worn excitement, frayed and soft like wind-whipped sheets, it's so easy to betray even the slightest sway of his emotions in his face and body.  Elim turns back over and lays on his back, looking up at the ceiling.  Julian wonders what to do now.  Yet another thing he didn't consider when trying to satisfy the curiosity of lust.  What do Cardassians do after.  But then he thinks, that maybe it doesn't matter so much what other people do.  Elim is hardly other people, neither is Julian.
    It's late and Julian is wiped out.  He imagines he looks it too.
    "Are you planning on going back to your quarters tonight, or would you like to stay?  You are welcome of course," Elim says plainly, softly.  Julian grins again into the pillow.  Elim chuckles and he knows he's watching him again, enjoying the flustered blush on his ears.  He reaches over and runs fingers over Julian's hair, down to his neck.  The touch makes Julian actually whimper a little, unintentionally.  He feels it then as Elim shifts in the bed, the blankets pull and flutter.  "Come."  Elim says and Julian looks and sees he has the blanket up inviting him in.  Julian is a little surprised, suspicious even.  He wonders if this is unusual, if it is solely for his benefit, solely for now.  He doesn't want that.  Doesn't want to get used to something that might not be around later. But not accepting now certainly isn't going to earn him any points.  He moves in a little closer, under the blanket.  It feels scratchy and strange on his skin and he shivers.  Elim pulls him in easily.  "Come," he says again.  "I wouldn't deny you anything you're willing to give to me, my dear."
    "What do you mean?" Julian asks into his neck.
    "I'm not the only one who unravels a little.  And I won't pretend I don't enjoy it either, as long as you don't."  Julian finds himself shivering again as Elim's arms tighten around him.  Understanding starts to creep in a little more forcefully, and Julian grabs onto Elim's shoulders and rolls his body against him.  Suddenly, there is nothing that could tear him away from Elim, and he is laughing a little under his breath because a few seconds ago, he wasn't sure he wanted this embrace.

   Elim gets up again after a short while, after Julian's grip on him loosens and the tremor dies.  Julian is woken by this movement from the half sleep he had surrendered to in the comfort of Elim's embrace.  He is still high on this unaccustomed intimacy, and though physically satisfied for the moment, the loss of his presence leaves Julian oddly lonely.  He doesn't say anything when he gets up, just throws a robe over his shoulders and walks away.  Julian sits up and watches him out the door as far as he can and wonders what it means.  In only a moment, he knows.  Elim is back, smiling mildly, and holding the untouched bottle of wine and the re-solidified, slightly mashed box of chocolate.  "We forgot about dessert."  Julian chuckles and invites him back under the covers with concealed relief.  Elim props himself up against the headboard with both pillows behind his back. 

    Julian is struck by two things.  Something about being invited to lay against him, implicitly, because Elim didn't leave him a pillow, then further when Elim waits as Julian looks at him, the blanket lifted to expose him again to Julian's eyes.  He can't move for a moment.  Elim then unties his robe and lays the flaps open baring the rest of his skin, the place at the junction of his legs just slightly wet-looking.  He still has that sanguine smile, inviting, unassuming, and Julian turns and lays back against him, amazed at the pleasure and heat that simple act brings.  The other thing he notices is that Elim didn't bring any glasses.  The bottle tips up by Julian's head, then down again and is passed in front of him, proffered.  Julian grins to himself and cautiously takes the bottle from Elim, tips it to his own lips.  Never in a million years would he have thought Elim capable of laying in bed drinking wine from the bottle.  He laughs under his breath a little, hiding it as much as he can from the man behind him.
    "Well, this doesn't seem too bad.  Some of this looks ok."  Elim has opened the mangled box and is breaking off a small chunk from the fused candy.  He hands a piece to Julian and behind him, Julian hears him lick his fingers then make an appreciative hum.  "Are these Rigelian?"
    Julian grins to himself again and hands the bottle back up behind him.  "I think so."

    "Very smooth.  Good idea.  I don't like chocolate often, don't have much of a sweet tooth, as you say, but in the right company..." He has easy access to Julian's right hand, his arm up and fingers resting on the bottle, and Elim takes those fingers to his mouth, bites one gently.
    Julian's head tilts up to watch his knuckle suffer the gentle bite.
    Garak pulls the blanket up a bit higher on them both and strokes a hand down Julian's chest and says nothing. The bottle sloshes as they make their way through it slowly, the parts of the chocolate that were not stuck permanently to the box are gone.
    Elim is a comfortable lump beneath him, and he's been half hard for an hour or so now, his body and his mind yo-yoing between aroused and sleepy over and over.  The light on the nightstand is the only thing keeping him from sinking down and surrendering again to sleep.  The wine doesn't seem to change that but to make the slip between easier, dizzier.
    Garak, far from perfectly content, absolutely roiling inside with heat and want in his belly, is doing everything he can to keep the appearance of calm satisfaction.  His arousal isn't as obvious as Julian's rather amusing display beneath the thin blanket, bobbing like a puppet, but if Julian knew how the past few hours have whet his appetite for real sex, for the kind of deep ache he wants to knead into his new love, the way he wants to crush him in his arms, bite down and hold on, fill him up, if he had any idea of the slobbering beast clawing at Garak's insides right now, he'd probably put some clothes on, and a chastity belt.  Garak smiles to himself, out of view of Julian's clever eyes.  He can wait.  He can wait.  Julian isn't saying much, but his body language is promising enough.  He is tense laying across his thigh and chest.  He isn't letting the full weight of his head lay on Garak's breast and when he strokes his fingers over Julian's neck, as he does, seemingly idly, he can feel the tendons tighten.  A few moments ago he was on the edge of sleep, and now he is strung taught as a violin.  Garak wonders if Julian can just sense it coming from his own skin like a charge building or if he has his own charge warring against Garak's.  Either way the anticipation slowly seeping into the room is enjoyable.  He wonders how long he can maintain it, if it will last through the rest of the night or if it will find release before morning.  He is also not sure which he would prefer.  He'll let Julian decide, perhaps.     

    Garak stews on that for a time and then places the bottle back in front of Julian, tilting and lifting it to his lips.  He glances up with a little smile and accepts a mouthful.  Either way it goes more wine is better.  He'll either lose the inhibition making him hesitate and drift away from him, or he'll fall asleep.   Garak has another small bit of chocolate from the tip of his finger and thinks silently.

    "Do you wish...that I was Jadzia?"

    Julian is surprised to hear it, but he is so relaxed, his thoughts so far from that puzzle, it hardly bothers him whereas a few hours ago he would have been trembling at the thought of facing this right now.  He is afraid a lie will escape his lips, or that anything he says will feel like a lie, be perceived as a lie.  He isn't sure there is a right answer to this question until he turns his gaze away from Elim's icy blue eyes and thinks a moment.  Right here, right now, he sees smooth scales the color of wet clay over a strong chest and arms.  Those arms hold him in a warm fortress-like circle that he can not compare to anything he has ever felt before.  No woman could make him feel like this, not any more.  He can not even recall ever being held so closely by his father.

    "No," he says softly, but emphatically.

    "Why not?  You love her," he says plainly and without accusation, and it's useless to deny it.  "Do you want her?"

    Julian smiles sleepily.  "I wouldn't know what to do with her." 

    Garak thinks that probably isn't entirely true, but he also can't think of an answer Julian could have given that would have been better than that.  Poetic little scamp.  Garak snuffs a little laugh and kisses the top of his head.  Wasn't exactly a fair question anyway.

    Julian does start to melt eventually.  He shifts once or twice, drapes a leg over Elim's, then later takes it back, turns slightly into the void of Elim's arm.  He relaxes there, but doesn't sleep, just remains extremely still, and he sweats where his skin touches Elim.  The silence is strange but appropriate somehow.  The light still on from the bed-side table probably wouldn't keep them awake if they intended to sleep, and the wine wouldn't put them to sleep if they had designs for activity, so they remain in between for a long time.  Julian shifts from time to time, even turns on his side at some point to put his head down on Elim's shoulder, half propped up, hand timidly brushing Elim's flank.  Elim reaches over at a point when Julian had thought he was asleep or just oblivious to his presence, and takes his fingers back.  The heat rises in Julian then, wild fire across his skin, and with the combination of Elim's love of ambient heat and the wine, and just bottomless arousal, he is sweating all over again.  The small movements of their breathing makes skin in places press and peel together and apart, tickling, irritating to Julian in an unsubstantial way.  It was the sweat trickling down his back that was more annoying.  He wants to move and wipe it away but he feels like he is squirming, wiggling around too much.  Some other strange feeling, a mental itch, makes him want to move, to twist and disturb Elim. He is far too quiet and still beneath him now that he knows he is still awake.  He kind of wants to get his attention in some way, though he's held back by the idea of that initiative backfiring on him.  Elim has his fingers, and idly touches them, strokes his own over them, and they stutter and slick because every part of him now is sticky wet.
    "It's amazing," Elim says out of nowhere, low and soft as the reading light, "How it just appears on your skin."  Elim places the web of his thumb and forefinger down on Julian's inner elbow, commanding his arm as if he were a mannequin, and strigilates downward, pushing a thin film of moisture from his skin and hair.  Julian watches as he takes his hand to his mouth then and licks the sweat away.  "You taste like the ocean."

    Julian half smiles.  "Do you like the ocean?"

    "I once lived by the ocean.  On Cardassia."  Elim turns under him then, leaving him to lay solely on the mattress and his wadded robe.  He stretches out stealthily on his side and brings his mouth to Julian's neck and tastes.  "You remind me of home."  Elim keeps going, tasting his way down Julian's chest until he gets to a nipple and sucks gently.  Julian's eyes slip closed and he drifts away as Elim's mouth finds new places to lick and suck and bite.  Julian lets it all pass through him, absorbing the little pinch of teeth, the prickle of suction, and the cool rubbery lick all passively like a bystander to beauty.

    "Are you alright?"  Elim asks quietly after a time.

    Julian looks into the sparkle that represents Elim's eyes in his dim, fuzzy vision and nods.  "Yes."

    "You haven't made a sound in twenty minutes."
    "Oh," he whispers and smiles.  "I'm sorry."  Then reaches up to thumb a strand of his hair.  "This is...." he begins, and Elim is silent, hanging,  "...a unique experience."  Elim doesn't say anything in reply, doesn't even stop holding his breath, and Julian realizes how that must have sounded and chuckles bashfully. "Sorry.  I don't know what to say."

    "Don't think about it so hard."  He runs a hand up Julian's flank and keeps his nerves properly overloaded even as they talk.  "I would simply like to know..." Elim says and kisses his shoulder, "If something feels good, or if something feels bad."

    "None of it feels bad, Elim."

    "Well then how about you tell me if something feels better or worse."  Julian grins a little and Elim corrects himself.  "How about more better or less better."

    Julian laughs.  "I'm afraid it goes against everything I know about you to use poor grammar in your presence."

    Garak moves up closer to his face so they are nearly nose to nose and pauses, thinks.  He is not going to be able to coax him out, so he will have to make a formal request it seems.  "Love, earlier tonight, when you were afraid, so afraid you were shaking," he begins, and the mirth leaves Julian's face, "Do you remember how you felt then?"

    Julian blinks several times, on the denial fence.  "Yes."

    "At that point, you were Outside.  And do you remember how you felt a minute ago when you had your eyes closed?"

    "Yes."

    "You were Inside then.  And do you remember when I bit you, and when we came together?"

    Julian smirks a little.  No, he forgot.  "Yes."  Elim's mouth turns up just a bit in response.

    "Then, we were Inside Together.  Each other.  Do you understand?  We joined like two links of a chain, part of me in you and part of you in me."  It sounds a little fanciful but Julian thinks he knows what he's getting at.  "That is where I want to be.  We can't be like that every minute of every day, but trust me when I tell you, it's a wonderful place to be, for both of us.  And we don't have to be in bed to be there.  It's just that being in that place, whatever you want to call it, joined, interconnected-"

    "Symbiotic?" Julian suggests and Elim stops and then nods.

    "If you want to get the most out of this, that is where you will reap the greatest rewards."

    Julian looks into his steady blue eyes and nods slowly.  Elim kisses his chest again.  "So now, will you tell me what you like and what you don't?"

    "Ok."

    Garak starts with the nipple since he's already there, and gives it a gentle bite.  He looks up at Julian who can only grin shyly.  "Good or bad?"

    "Good," he intimates.

    Then onto his ribs for three wet mouthfuls capped with a pinching bite at the end of each.  Julian lets out a held breath when he stops and looks at him again.  "Good?"

    "Yes," he breathes.

    Onward.  Garak takes this further than the teasing nips and squeezes of earlier in the night.  He worries he may be rushing this, but he's doing well, and he just tastes so good.  He isn't certain he can resist.  He slides his hands under the rounds of his bottom and holds onto him there for a while, kneading and squeezing as he digs teeth into his shoulder from neck to arm, scraping them across his wet skin, then down to the other nipple that he tongues and bites at the same time, down further still across ribs to his hip bone which he gnaws on a little, making him squirm.  He digs his fingertips into unresisting muscle and looks up at him again.  He is panting and running feeble fingers through Garak's hair.  "Good?"

    Julian nods with a slack face.

    But once again he slips away.  Garak feels it as he goes beyond relaxed to limp in his arms, and biting him in some tender place does not bring him back. "Julian," he sing-songs his name and he wakes from his half-trance one-eyed with a little smile.  He hums a note of amusement.  "You have an extraordinary ability to retreat within your mind, my love, but you don't need to go away.  I'm not torturing you, am I?"

    "No."

    "Then why leave your body behind while I am worshiping it, hm?"

    Julian grins.  "It's two AM."

    "Oh, well, don't let me keep you awake.  I'll just-"  Elim turns over away from him and begins to settle himself under the covers.

    "No!  I'm awake!  I'm awake!"  Julian tries to pull him back around by his shoulder.

    Garak lets him for the most part.  "Are you really tired?  We can go to sleep if you want."

    "No.  I'm not tired."

    "You look tired."

    "I'm not.  I was enjoying what we were doing.  It was relaxing, sort of."

    "I think you're tired."

    Julian sighs and falls back to the sheets, defeated.  Elim rolls over and runs a thumb over a tender nipple and watches as Julian's cock jumps up from his belly.  Julian laughs as Elim's brow goes up in response.  "See, I'm only tired from the neck up."

    "All right," he says and decides to humor him for a while longer, at least until he falls asleep.  He continues where he left off, at Julian's hips, licking at the ultra soft joint of leg and torso while Julian squirms in his grip and his teeth chatter from the exertion of restraining his reflexes.  He tries not to ball up around Garak as he touches and bites him there and Garak is extremely happy to have found such a sensitive spot.  He keeps Julian pinned fairly well and Julian, to his credit, is doing his best not to wriggle away too.  Between the two of them he is able to spend a good ten minutes on each side of his groin, licking, tasting, teasing, right on that line, the hollow of his hip, and Julian just shakes and pants and moans and grapples with himself and Garak's hands.  When he finally leaves that spot Julian gulps at the air.  Garak takes this opportunity to lift his legs up and lodge a doubled pillow under his hips.  He rolls him over to one side.

    Julian isn't sure what is going on.  He is still trying to catch his breath but he can see and feel Elim slink down on the bed to the lower half.  His hands are there on his rear end again, nothing new now, and Julian is beginning to think he rather likes that part of him.  That opinion shifts to the left however when he feels Elim's breath on him.

    Oh my God.

    His thumbs pull him apart and the empty air there is a strange sensation, second only to the sensation of Elim's tongue.  Julian hears himself whimper as he stamps down the impulse to flee, and then groan.  That tongue which can do so much damage to his composition, can reduce him to a panting wreck when applied to his cock, a willing and hungry participant with his mouth, seems to have just as much impact here.  It's slick and strange and Julian closes his eyes hard against it.  For a moment it's just too weird.  Wriggling and wet, and he can't accept it, likes it, loves it, no no no, yes.  He didn't even consider this in his predictions for this evening, or any evening.  The very idea is scary in a tantalizing way, but it's no longer just an idea.  Elim punctuates that by licking a thick stripe from balls to tailbone and then back, and then digs in with a pointed tongue.  Julian shivers, then moans again, and is all at once embarrassed by what he doesn't know for sure is going on down there.  There are lots of nerves telling him he is being lavished with delicate attention, but he has no idea what his body is doing in response.  All he can do is shut his eyes tight and wait for it to end - then mourn it when it does.

    Elim is smiling evilly as he yanks the pillow out from under him, brings his legs back down to either side of his own.  Julian wonders if he is going to kiss him now.  That worry is probably written on his face.

    He does.  Elim wipes his face on his robe and than lays down on top of him again.  Julian is wide eyed as Elim kisses him, gently licks his lips.  Nothing.  He just tastes like Elim, nothing more, and Julian tries to relax again.  Elim's smile widens and then he laughs.  "It's all in your head," he says.  Julian wonders if he means this entire experience or just the part where he was licking his ass.  He isn't that imaginative.  "How do you feel?"

    Julian's head sort of lolls a little, and he smiles.  "Good."

    "Good. Then I'll keep going shall I?" he says with a smile and slinks down again. Julian swallows.

    He flips him over onto his stomach and runs his hands up and down his back and legs, then scratches gently from shoulders to feet, leaving pink lines in sets of four down each side.  Julian moans delightfully each time until his back is full of red stripes.  Not the shiny welts he looks forward to seeing, but nice just the same.  Then Garak starts to bite again.  His jaw is getting tired but the sounds he makes with each bite makes it worth it.  He chomps down on the skin under his shoulder blade a few times where it is easier to get a mouthful on such a thin man, and listens to his voice stutter and start.  He stops periodically and asks him, "Good?"  Each time he does, the lapse between question and answer grows, and when he does say yes, his voice is more and more broken with strain.  Garak is having a hard time convincing himself not to try to fuck him, he sounds so good, looks so good.

    Finally though, Julian is silently biting the pillow in his grip and his back and ass is covered with round bite marks, and when he asks Julian if it still feels good, he doesn't reply.

    Garak crawls up to lay next to him again.  He pulls the covers up, first the twisted sheet, then the light blanket, and shuts out the light.  It is difficult to pry him from his pillow, to pull his stiffened body to him and roll him over.  Eventually though, with enough gentle tugging, Julian acquiesces and curls up into his arms.  He's shivering again and Garak smiles and strokes his hair.  He's abominably horny still but so tired it's not going to keep him awake any longer than he needs to be awake.  And he only needs to be awake as long as Julian is.

    "Why did you stop?" he murmurs from the cavern of Garak's arms.

    "Because you've had enough.  And so have I," he says through a short chuckle and a long yawn.

    Julian wishes as the night wanes and the morning waxes, that there was a dawn on the station, and that they might soon hear birds waking as the sky would go from twinkling blackness to stark and depthless blue, their activity increasing just outside the window, flinging little seeds from the feeder on the sill.  He smiles, remembering the sound from some time long ago.  He easily imagines it outside the window now as the prelude to a dream, that even as the birds begin their day, they would stay where they were, defiant of the morning.

    Julian drifts off quickly, and so does Garak, though they both wake repeatedly during the night.  Garak isn't used to having someone in his bed, and though his mind never completely forgets he is there, he remains still enough that Garak can sleep for a while, thinly.  Every time Julian moves, that slobbering monster in him claws him awake, picks up his head and pries his eyelids open.  His body betrays his tired mind, finds this delicious thing beneath his arm and has to touch him and marvel again, has to kiss him and feel the heat rush through him.  And it only takes the stroke of his hand down Julian's flank or a kiss to one of the fading crescent marks on his neck to wake him, though he tries to keep himself from doing it, tries to let him sleep too.  But inevitably, he catches Garak's eyes open in the darkness, and then his lips.  Then they're rutting against each other again, straining and working so hard for it.  Julian comes again with difficulty, exhaustion in his eyes and cracked voice.  Garak appreciates it so much though, the fact that he doesn't just go back to sleep when he can feel Garak wanting.  He kisses his lips softly and gets him some more water. 


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