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“Is oral sex something Cardassians do?”
Garak splayed his hand over his chest, a gesture of affront that had Julian rolling his eyes a split second before any words left the Cardassian’s lips. “I thought the Federation prioritized the desires of the individual over that of species or culture? Shouldn’t you be asking whether oral sex is something I do?”
“I never get a straight answer if I ask you about yourself. I thought you would appreciate it if I tried a more indirect approach. More subtle.”
“This is hardly what I’d call a subtle approach,” sniffed Garak.
Julian was currently perched between Garak’s legs and had been lavishing the smooth scales of his inner thighs with hot, open-mouthed kisses, reveling in every involuntary quiver this produced.
“What I should have asked is whether Cardassians are capable of having sex without turning it into a philosophical debate.”
“Well, I can’t speak for all Cardassians—” (not that that ever stopped him from trying) “—but the alternative does sound rather dull.”
“I can’t go down on you and argue with you at the same time. You are going to have to choose.”
“In the spirit of — oh — of cultural exchange, I suppose.”