Rishi Baba


"I have so looked forward to this evening, my dear." Garak drew Bashir into a long kiss and swiftly undressed him. Settling Bashir into bed, Garak quickly removed his own clothing and joined him.

"You've been very patient, Elim," he said, curling passively into the Cardassian's arms.

"Tell me why you hesitated."

"Later." Bashir reached to stroke his lover's cock but was forestalled by a firm grip on his wrist.

"Tell me now, Julian, so there's no remorse, on your part, in the morning."

"Very well, since you're not in a hurry..."

"Oh, I'm in a hurry to make love to you but not to rush into trouble if there's something odd about your motives."

"My motives are very normal, Elim, I hesitated to let you fuck me because I wanted to know you a little better. I would be this way with any lover."

Satisfied, Garak guided the doctor's hand back to his cock. "I dislike that word in your mouth."

"Which?"

"Fuck."

"I shall remember that," Bashir said, kissing him. "Is penetrate a better word?"

"No. Take; love; possess. Those are good words."

Bashir laughed and straddled his lover, soon to be his possessor. "All right then," he said, rubbing his erection against Garak's. "I wouldn't let you possess me or take me because I didn't know how sweet and gentle you were. Cardassians have a reputation for being rough, but you're not." He played his fingers over the breast scales that never ceased to fascinate him.

"You omit love, letting me love you, Julian." Garak stroked the slender sensitive inner thighs astride him.

"It goes without saying, Elim." Bashir bent down to kiss the Cardassian and was held. And then he was still being kissed but not held. Loosening his lips, he asked Garak what he was doing.

"I'm opening this lubricant you so thoughtfully left under the pillow."

Bashir jumped as a slick blunt fingertip brushed his anus.

"Nervous or surprised?" Garak asked.

"Bit of both," he admitted.

"Then perhaps a shower is in order." Garak hooked his arms under Bashir's legs, lifted him easily out of bed and carried him into the bathroom. "Run the water as hot as you can stand; it will be tepid for me but alas," the tailor instructed.

Bashir did as he was told, somewhat disconcerted by being carried like a child. He was seldom conscious of Garak's superior strength except when it was so flamboyantly displayed to impress him, which it did. But the shower was hot and he pushed the tailor in ahead of him so he'd get all the heat. This was fine, it was really hotter than the doctor enjoyed, but shielded by Garak, he was comfortable.

Taking a shower with Garak was incredibly delightful as the Cardassian believed that soap and foreplay were made for each other. Pulled into a demanding kiss, Bashir soaped a cloth and ran it over as much of his lover he could reach. He relaxed into Garak's embrace and welcomed the soapy fingers gently probing between his cheeks and then inside. He writhed against his lover when the fingers teased his prostate, came quickly and hard when Garak caressed his cock with the other hand.

"I'd say you're ready, Julian," Garak observed, holding the floppy human up with one hand. "Shall we?" He began to soap his erection with purpose.

Bashir pulled himself together. "Not here. I want to be lying down, if you don't mind. It's been a while since I've been with a man." He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower before Garak could make any decisions for both of them.

'Was that why I made him wait?' he wondered, toweling off. 'To make sure he wouldn't dominate me from the outset. Do I really trust him enough for this? Is it too late to back out?' He considered fleeing his own quarters but decided that was ridiculous and got back in bed to wait for Garak to finish his shower.

Garak spent another few more minutes in the heat and steam to let his cock wilt enough so as not to frighten the doctor again. He himself would be glad when Bashir's penetration was accomplished; the suspense was killing him and seemed to be making the young man skittish. Not that he minded a skittish Bashir - that was part of the Terran's charm - but not in bed. And usually Julian was a delight, a joy, a pleasure in bed except around the issue of surrendering himself to Garak. Had he had a bad experience? No, he had not. Was he afraid? No, he was not. Then why did he demure? Much mumbling, then Bashir fell asleep and the Cardassian had let the matter drop. Until this evening. Garak geared down his desire and glanced at the chrono - the night was young, good, this could take all night. He turned toward the bed and found the human watching him with tender interest, bordering on trust. Good, good, all very good.

Slipping into Bashir's bed, Garak took the human into his arms and kissed him thoroughly. "Why are you still nervous?" he murmured against his ear.

"I don't feel comfortable being dominated," Bashir finally admitted.

"Oh? Then you can be on top." Garak rolled him astride his hips and reached for the lube.

"But I thought you wanted to..."

"I said you can *be* on top, not *top,*" Garak said, cheerfully slipping lots of lube into the pre-stretched Bashir.

"Oh, I see." Bashir put a generous amount of lubricant on Garak's erection and positioned himself over the head. "No, put your hands at your sides, Elim," he warned as the Cardassian reached for him. "I could tie them over your head, would you like that?"

"No, and I'm sure it's unnecessary." Garak obediently put his arms at his sides and waited.

After some squirming, Bashir eased down enough for the head to pop in. He gasped, winced and held very still. Garak waited, resisting the impulse to either comfort the Terran or thrust him down onto the full length of his shaft. Since he could not decide, he chose to do neither and, not trusting his voice, remained silent. He simply gazed at Bashir with patient affection, lust and anticipation. His wait was rewarded; at some unknown signal the Terran resumed his descent. "Slowly, Julian, we have all night," he crooned when he detected a certain impatience in his lover.

"Yes," Bashir panted. "I'd almost forgotten how good this feels."

"Why haven't you had male lovers here?"

"Whom would you suggest other than yourself?"

Garak thought about it. "No one. You're quite right, Julian, aside from me, there's no one here worthy of you."

Bashir ignored this last, he was too busy adjusting his hips on Garak's groin. He smiled triumphantly at the Cardassian.

"Bravo, Julian," Garak praised. "May I touch you now?" At the Terran's nod, he raised his hands to stroke Bashir's erection. "There; see how nice we feel together?" he asked, gently thrusting up to encourage the doctor to move with him.

"Is it worth the wait?" Bashir asked, falling into Garak's rhythm.

"Very very very very very much worth it," Garak chanted as they found their groove and stayed in it for a while. Not too long, for when the Cardassian felt Bashir getting close he held him still on his lap. "Julian, I want to take you from on top. May I?"

"Yes," Bashir agreed instantly and carefully eased off the tailor's erection. "Yes." He lay down and Garak rolled him forward, entering him in a smooth, masterful motion. As he was loved, taken, possessed, Bashir did not feel dominated, he felt cherished and secure. These were his last thoughts before he gave up thinking for sensation and let Garak take them both into bliss.

~~~

Because Garak insisted they be discreet, Bashir woke alone, as usual. He ached a little from their lovemaking but a painkiller would take care of it. He stretched and sniffed at the pillow next to him, Garak's spicy scent lingered pleasantly on his linen and on his skin. After their first night together, he'd not bathed so as to linger in his lover's presence the entire day. Since then he'd grown somewhat less sentimental and more secure in the knowledge that Garak would be with him on any evening he'd name. It was a pleasant sort of power, to be desired like this by the mysterious Cardassian. Equally pleasant was the desire he felt for Garak; it had been a long time since he'd felt this way, too long. Putting these delightful thoughts on hold, Bashir rose from the bed he'd so recently shared with Garak and went into his day.


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