Here be smut. Porn without plot. At length. (Did I say length? Nuk nuk.) Anyway, yeah, so I’ve shared lots of high-minded stuff, domestic fluff, angst, mysteries, hurt-comfort, but not so much PWP smut. So this is a change of pace. The basic premise, as it were, is that Dr. Bashir convinces Garak he’s collecting data for a “comparative anatomy” book and needs data on Cardassian “business.” And just like in any porn, things get kinky fairly quickly.
Excerpt
‘There’s no rush. You can finish your tea.’
'I didn’t think I should keep Science waiting.’ He shook out the jacket, folded it neatly over his arm and draped it over the back of the couch.
'I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,’ Julian said lamely.
'I don’t. Perhaps you do?’
'Of course not. I’m a doctor.’
'Ah, but in this case, you can’t say “I’ve seen it all before”.’ Garak sat down again and removed his shoes, then rose and began unsnapping his flies, in an entirely businesslike, brisk yet unhurried manner, which paradoxically made Julian feel slightly flustered. He sipped his tea and burnt his tongue slightly. The trousers hit the floor and were, in their turn, neatly folded and slung over the arm of the couch, leaving Garak in a snug-fitting dark grey undershirt and shorts. 'Should I be standing or sitting?’
'We can begin standing. Pants down when you’re ready.’ Julian composed his face into professional neutrality. However calm Garak seemed to be about the whole thing, it was hard to imagine that he felt no self-consciousness, and he didn’t want to exacerbate that.
'There.’
'Oh.’
'I almost think you sound disappointed.’
'How could I be, with no expectations?’
Metadata
Title: Comparative Anatomy
Author: airandangels
Year Posted: 2011
Approx. Word Count: 19,000
Chapters: 1
GB - Slash or Platonic: Slash
My Rating (1-5): 3
Keywords: PWP, First-Time, Smut
This oneeeeeeee~~~~~
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