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[justkind]

It never takes long, not with Bashir. He melts into the embrace, hands falling to his sides even as his breath hitches.

He's the only one who's ever truly understood, truly accepted who and what he is. So many of his contracts ended because they couldn't sand away those rough edges, couldn't mould him into something more agreeable.

"Of course I do." It's a strained murmur, as tender as he ever sounds.

[patientman]

Bashir holds him a little longer, just keeping him close and safe. Once he's ready, he brushes a quick kiss over the arch of his cheekbone and nods once.

"Are you ready, love?"

[justkind]

Even now, after all this work and all this time, this is the only place he does feel safe, truly and completely: in his Dominant's arms. Maybe that's how it was always meant to work, maybe that's why it took him so damned long to settle into his skin.

He refuses to let that go, now that he has it.

With a firm nod, "Yes."

[patientman]

With a decisive nod Bashir steps back and stands a little straighter. He keeps his tone casual as he goes into the kitchen and fills up a glass of cool water before returning to the living room.

Holding the glass in one hand and his paper bag in the other, he sits on the chair with the large, comfortable cushion beside it. "When was the last time you came?"

[justkind]

He doesn't move as he waits; not an inch, not for an instant.

"Five days ago." Just barely, he bites back if you've forgotten I was doing something wrong.

[patientman]

"This might be a little more uncomfortable then," he says with what is a too pleased sort of expression. He takes a drink from the glass, puts it down on the low table in front of him, and then begins to open the paper bag. "Strip for me."

"I thought about offering you a little something to make this easier, but I'm not sure you deserve it just yet." He puts a small pack of aphrodisiac laced chocolates on the table.

[justkind]

He beings immediately, unbuttoning his shirt with stubbornly deft fingers. They do slip when Bashir takes those chocolates out, and he remembers -

No. Focus.

"That's fair." He meant to sound humble, ashamed, but it comes out wryly proud, which makes him wince slightly.

[patientman]

"It's not easy to be fair with you, dear, but I try. I want to help you do and be your best, but sometimes it means we have nights like this one." He rummages about in the bag a bit more and takes out a bottle of slick.

"That's not a complaint, of course. I know you and I knew what I was signing up for with you." He uncaps the bottle and tests a little on his fingers, mostly ignoring how the other man removes his clothing.

[justkind]

"You did. You were the only one."

Bashir, of course, knows that being ignored is a punishment all its own, especially when his own gaze is utterly captivated by those glistening fingers. He tries to suppress the frustrated growl as he rushes through the last of the buttons, shucking off both his shirt and his coat and letting them pool around his feet. The rest goes far more quickly, at least.

[patientman]

"Anyone who couldn't see your worth is an utter idiot and worthy of contempt." Bashir caps the lube and puts it off to one side before he takes a small box from the bag and opens it. He pulls out a couple of small, plastic fobs that look a little like remote door openers.

"Fold your clothing. Put it on the sofa."

[justkind]

Maybe one day Bashir saying things like that will stop having such a profound effect on him, but he doubts it. It's enough that he doesn't even huff in exasperation at the order, or do a sloppy job; he brings them to the sofa, and kneels down to fold everything with precise efficiency.

Then he stands, turning towards Bashir and waiting for what he's meant to do next. In their own home, at least, he isn't uncomfortable with his nakedness or self-conscious about his growing arousal.

[patientman]

With the last item still in the box and one more in the bag, Bashir gestures that the Doctor should come closer. He spreads his legs in invitation for the other man to stand between them.

His fingers are still slick, but that doesn't stop him from holding one hand up to the Doctor for him to lick. "I am going to have a little fun, but I strongly encourage you not to get too hard just yet or you're going to have a long, long wait."

He's not setting the Doctor up to fail. It's possible that he'll be able to control his reaction, but just as likely that he won't. Their reservation isn't until much later anyway.

[justkind]

He's unbearably curious, but he stays quiet as he moves into place. The gesture, the offer - it's a relief to do something, and he takes those fingers in his mouth hungrily, licking them clean with single-minded fervour.

That doesn't mean he isn't listening. An easy tell, when he's trying to reign himself in, is the way his hands press flat against his thighs instead of thrumming his fingers.

[patientman]

"You sweet man." Bashir presses down with his fingers, pulling the Doctor's mouth open. "I'd thought about giving you the choice between easy and difficult, but let's just take that option off the table."

"There's a plug in the box. I'd like to watch you open yourself up, easy and slow, and slip it in." It's a nicely made piece, not too large, with a comfortable base - all of this suggests that it's meant for longer term wear. "There are two remotes with it. One for me, and one for you. We'll need those later."

[justkind]

His breath catches, first at the praise and then at the instruction. Once he'd have been too proud to let it happen, but they're long past that. There's no real hesitation as he nods, pulling away just enough to start coating his own fingers.

But he can't resist asking, "Your design, or..."

[patientman]

"It is." Bashir is happy to use toys he hasn't designed on the Doctor, but there's a little possessive thrill when it's his own work. He reaches for the bag and pulls out the final item - a sleek, modern cock cage. There's a faint tracery of etching on the metal that matches the herringbone pattern of his collar. "So's this."

[justkind]

His hand goes completely still and he just stares, for a moment. The same heady blend of apprehension and excitement, heightened with just how impressed he is.

"Wearing the best, then." Low, husky, and very much not an empty compliment. He doesn't do those, which used to count against him.

He keeps his eyes trained on the cage as he kneels, taking a steadying breath as he lowers his hand.

This...this is going to be a very delicate balancing act.

[patientman]

"You deserve it. You must know that --" Bashir's expression softens as he unlocks and opens the cage. He rubs his thumb over all the edges, checking to make sure that they're smooth and there's nowhere to pinch. "It's my honour to give you the best things I can."

"And I know that without you, I'm so much the lesser."

[justkind]

When he looks up, his expression is profoundly vulnerable. A little confused, even after all this time.

"Hardly." His voice is soft, remaining steady even as he starts probing, as his finger sinks inside. "You're the best this city has. Sometimes I wonder if I didn't dream you."

After all that time raging impotently, and then just feeling tired and lonely.

[patientman]

"No, we're the best this city has." He leans forward, just far enough to card his fingers through the Doctor's hair. "Breathe, nice and slow. Once you're ready, and after you've the cage on, we're going to have a quick shower and then go to see a show."

"Maybe dinner after, if you haven't fallen apart by that time. If you're really suffering, I' might get you off in the cloakroom before we go to eat."

[justkind]

His eyes flutter closed at the words, at the touch, and if his breath hitches as the extent of the challenge ahead of him sinks in, well. He's never shrunk from those, not when they were worth his time.

Slowly, carefully, he works another finger inside, rocking against them just hard enough; obviously, he can't afford to work himself up too much.

Then, blindly, he reaches out for the plug.

[patientman]

Bashir skims his hand over the Doctor's side, letting his fingers linger over his hip. Pressing down with his thumb hard enough to leave a bruise, he moves to help/'help' with the plug. Once the Doctor has it in place, he'll tap the base. Just once, to make sure it's properly settled.

[justkind]

Oh, that is deeply unfair. The pain and pressure are enough to have him shuddering, and the tap is almost enough to make him lose his balance entirely.

Almost.

He does open his eyes, glowering upwards as if he actually has an issue with any of that.

[patientman]

"I love that look. The one that says you're half-way to yelling at me." He can't really help himself, he simply has to have another quick kiss.

"Are you ready for the cage now? It might be unpleasant, at first, but better to get it on sooner rather than later. Wouldn't want you to get too hard and then you had to wait, and wait for your prick to go down."

[justkind]

Too quick, if you ask him; in normal circumstances, he might reach out and keep it going. But this is - well, this is a bit different. So for all the heat simmering in his eyes, he only nods.

Then he considers, for a moment, before gingerly leaning backwards and bracing himself on his hands.