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glyficTitle: Inside
Author:malurette
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters/Pairing: Julian Bashir(/Elim Garak implied)
Rating: R / M
Disclaimer: Paramount etc
sexual but not gender-related tucking for shit & giggles
Word count: 400
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So… internal genitalia, uh?
Scientific curiosity is a thing, anatomic curiosity is another.
Julian wonders not just what it feels like to touch—he has some experience already, and quite the imagination—but also… to have, oneself. What it actually feels.
Outside of outirght surgery there are ways to make-do. He knows the theory.
Lying naked on his bed, he gets his breathing and heartrate back under control. There shouldn’t be any apprehension, only anticipation.
With two firm fingers, he gently pushes the testicles back into the inguinal canal, one after the other.
Then tucks the penis between his thighs—there’s no inner place to really put it in, he can only hide it away. It’s not really secure, not without whipping out the old-fashioned bandage tape, but it’s snug and warm. It tugs a bit, it’s a tad uncomfortable—he has to stay entirely flacid not to pull, and that’s easier said than done if you’re thinking about someone else’s genitalia, while touching yours.
The whole experiment supposed to be clinical, detached… and if so, asks a little voice at the back of his head, if you’re so detached, why do you need to experiment it in the flesh?
Despite his best efforts to stay relaxed he grows half turgid… more than half actually. He tries to press his penis back down between his thighs but soon has to give up. Pressing down on his erection only makes things worse by accidentally adding stimulation.
Instead he brings his thighs up and rubs them together, cock rolling in between.
It’s still masturbation. He’s not trying to hide away what he’s doing. There’s still a sort of shame, not of the act, but from the way he’s doing it, the reason he’s started it. That spices things up.
This little session doesn’t exactly feels like interfemoral intercourse—it’s still masturbation, fucking his own thighs, feeling everything with no element of surprise—but there is a foreign element in rubbing them in an alien motion, grinding instead of thrusting.
And there’s a longing in wishing it was someone else’s, wishing it was different. And it still feels good~
(Now he really really wants to get a feel on actual Cardassian genitalia.
And maybe just maybe, a go at altering his own to match just for a night or two. For knowledge’s sake. Ah yes mixing scientific curiosity with sexuel discovery really is the best aphrodisiac.)
Author:
maluretteFandom: Star Trek: Deep Space 9
Characters/Pairing: Julian Bashir(/Elim Garak implied)
Rating: R / M
Disclaimer: Paramount etc
sexual but not gender-related tucking for shit & giggles
Word count: 400
So… internal genitalia, uh?
Scientific curiosity is a thing, anatomic curiosity is another.
Julian wonders not just what it feels like to touch—he has some experience already, and quite the imagination—but also… to have, oneself. What it actually feels.
Outside of outirght surgery there are ways to make-do. He knows the theory.
Lying naked on his bed, he gets his breathing and heartrate back under control. There shouldn’t be any apprehension, only anticipation.
With two firm fingers, he gently pushes the testicles back into the inguinal canal, one after the other.
Then tucks the penis between his thighs—there’s no inner place to really put it in, he can only hide it away. It’s not really secure, not without whipping out the old-fashioned bandage tape, but it’s snug and warm. It tugs a bit, it’s a tad uncomfortable—he has to stay entirely flacid not to pull, and that’s easier said than done if you’re thinking about someone else’s genitalia, while touching yours.
The whole experiment supposed to be clinical, detached… and if so, asks a little voice at the back of his head, if you’re so detached, why do you need to experiment it in the flesh?
Despite his best efforts to stay relaxed he grows half turgid… more than half actually. He tries to press his penis back down between his thighs but soon has to give up. Pressing down on his erection only makes things worse by accidentally adding stimulation.
Instead he brings his thighs up and rubs them together, cock rolling in between.
It’s still masturbation. He’s not trying to hide away what he’s doing. There’s still a sort of shame, not of the act, but from the way he’s doing it, the reason he’s started it. That spices things up.
This little session doesn’t exactly feels like interfemoral intercourse—it’s still masturbation, fucking his own thighs, feeling everything with no element of surprise—but there is a foreign element in rubbing them in an alien motion, grinding instead of thrusting.
And there’s a longing in wishing it was someone else’s, wishing it was different. And it still feels good~
(Now he really really wants to get a feel on actual Cardassian genitalia.
And maybe just maybe, a go at altering his own to match just for a night or two. For knowledge’s sake. Ah yes mixing scientific curiosity with sexuel discovery really is the best aphrodisiac.)
