Gerard welcomed the hands on his hips, even if they hadn't been just to steady him. He puts an arm around Bashir's shoulders, arguably to keep balance. You can't prove it's not.
"Hello," he replies with a grin. "Tim - the younger one, right?"
"That's the one." Even if he could prove it, there's no reason for him to argue against the practice. Bashir genuinely loves having the weight of someone else on his lap and he looks unfairly pleased with this state of affairs.
Gerard likes being pinned down by his partners as well as sitting in their lap, so - he's a bit relieved to see Bashir seems happy about him being there too.
"We can keep talking about networking and science if you'd like. I like listening to you talk about things you're passionate about," Gerard points out, perfectly innocent.
Bashir is too cautious about his strength to regularly risk pinning anyone, but he's been slowly making inroads. Crais likes being manhandled, and it's satisfying in its own way.
"There are other things I'm interested in." Or so sayeth the wise beings(?) behind the Sub and Dom Finder posts. "And I'd like to listen to you talk about what you like, too."
"I can talk about metal bands for a while if you'd like," Gerard offered with a small wry grin. "... Or about how I like being held down and being railed until I'm a crying wreck from it."
"Let's start with the second choice and then, if I get bored, we can graduate onto music, hmm?" Bashir smiles and presses down with his thumbs against Gerard's hips. It's not meant to hurt, but the push should be strong enough that he can feel it no matter how thick his scar tissue is.
Gerard's laugh was a breathless thing, edging off into a pleased sigh when Julian pressed down on his hip hard enough to feel it. How much Gerard had to argue with people that no really, go harder due to his stupid high tolerance for pain as well as inability to feel much through his scars... the idea of spending time with someone who at least knew how hard to push was appealing.
"Well, like I said - I overthink a lot, and I hate it. Being pushed to my limits or even past them so I can't think of anything at all except for what I'm feeling right then, it's wonderful," he explained, hand coming up to touch lightly at the back of Bashir's neck, to brush up against the short hairs at the base of his skull. "Of course, the parts that aren't scarred are very sensitive, but I like it to be too much. Anything that takes me out of my head.
"Too much is just enough, then?" Bashir leans his head forward, just far enough that he grants Gerard as much access to the back of his neck as he'd like.
"That sounds like something I'd like to see. I don't know that I'm, ah, that I'm the right person to get you there, but I'm happy to try, to talk about it, to watch, if that's what you like." He shifts in the chair, just to help keep Gerard settled over his lap and so that he can turn his head, just slightly and nip at his jawline.
Gerard continues to play with Julian's hair. It's short enough to not be able to do much with it, but Gerry still enjoys running his fingers through the thick inky black strands. He's jealous of the color, it's beautiful.
He lets out a pleased hum at the nip to his jaw, breath catching at the hint of teeth.
"I trust you," he says with a grin, "If it doesn't work out, oh well, but no point in being afraid to try?"
Julian makes a small, contented sound as his hair is played with. He looks up at Gerard and smiles bright and content. "Let's try then, shall we?"
"Will you tell me more about what you've done in the past and liked and what you'd prefer to avoid?" He leans in and there's another quick kiss that has just a hint of teeth to it. "And, of course, you can ask me anything you like. I want to be honest and fair, to do right by you and your trust in me."
"I've liked being tied up," which is funny in a way, because for here that's so vanilla. "Haven't tried breathplay, but I'm interested. I've liked being pinned in place while my Dominant found out just how many orgasms he could wring from me before I was crying from being so over-sensitive from it and had to beg him to stop... I liked how he was sweet and gentle with me after that, too."
How Eames made him promise that if he was doing anything painful with anyone else and didn't get aftercare from them, that he come right home and get it from Eames. It made Gerard's heart ache to think of that.
He took a bracing breath, tried to pull his mind away from that to not be a complete moodkill by failing into maudlin ennui.
"Spanking, enjoyed that, though I have to goad people into going hard enough for me to really feel it. I'm not into anything public beyond me sucking someone's dick, I don't think it's hard to understand why I don't like taking my clothes off around a lot of people."
Listening carefully, Julian focuses all his attention on Gerard. He smiles when he mentions that someone was gentle with him, and feels that's how it should be. Rationally, he can understand how some people might enjoy humiliation, but it's far from his own preferences.
"I've done the second two on your list and would be happy to try them again. I tend not to do much in public, and while I'm certainly not opposed to spanking or other impact play, it can be a difficult line for me to tread." With one hand still on his hip, he begins to stroke up and down Gerard's back. "While about as unattractive as can be, I should mention that I spent some length of time in a prison camp. So, there may be certain things that I will not do, or I may need to safeword out for my own health."
Gerard arches his back into the stroke along his spine, like a cat being petted, just enjoying the sensation of it. There's a line of tattoos along it that gives him the full sensation of touch there, and he's always found the act comforting. Probably because it only ever came from lovers. At Julian's confession of his own past injuries, Gerard brought both hands up to Julian's jaw and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Of course. Whatever you need, alright? I think it goes without saying that while I'm not opposed to temperature play I'm not a fan of bringing fire into it," he said with a wry grin. "Also... uh, you probably have a hard no for it anyway given you are a doctor, but medical roleplay is one of the fastest moodkillers I have."
He hadn't even realized it until the city threw it at him and it was like a bucket of ice water straight to the face.
"I like to keep my personal and professional life as separate as possible." Even in terms of posture and tone, there is a notable difference between the two. He smiles into the kiss and steals one (or two) of his own.
"Checking in with my partner is something I need, and in those cases, I default to stoplights unless you'd prefer something else."
Gerard has never thought a whole lot on the concept of safe words before he got here, 'stop' had always been good enough. That said what he does understand easily is making his partner comfortable, and he's getting used to the idea of them in general.
"That sounds just fine to me, though - go over what those are so I don't find out the hard way that space stoplights are different?" He joked, and another kiss just for luck sounded perfect. Gerard was particularly fond of kissing, and a thorough kiss had him melting into his partner with bliss.
Bashir is going to get through his proper, safety speech just as soon as he stops kissing Gerard. Honest. He will, he has plans here, but kissing is lovely and he hasn't done nearly enough of it lately. Nice, almost lazy touches, and always keeping them in as much bodily contact as possible.
"Green is good, everything is fine and lovely, you'd like more. Yellow or amber means to slow down, or that you're getting close to a point where you're uncomfortable. And red is a full stop. Back away. And other than for first aid reasons, I won't touch you without permission."
It was good to know they were working with the same colors. Even better to get to know how Bashir kissed, to feel his mouth against Gerard's, and he delivered a little nip of teeth just to see how the other man would react to that as well.
"I like being touched when I'm upset," he told Bashir, just to get that out of the way right away. "I like knowing you're still here."
That he hadn't fucked up by setting boundaries that would have him abandoned for it.
Being bitten, even just a little nip, makes him groan and return the favour. Thanks to Crais and his habits, Bashir is likely developing a somewhat Pavlovian response to being bitten.
"That's good to know. I hope never to upset you, but should that happen, I will keep a hand on you and not leave your side unless it's necessary." Having the space to talk about his own boundaries and what he needs has been genuinely very good for Bashir. It's made him markedly more comfortable with sex and his own body. "I should also make sure that you know that I enjoy sex, intimacy, and all that comes with it, but I don't always physically display it. The state of my cock is my own biology and not a reflection on you."
Oh, yes, teeth are nice, Gerard likes the sharp little nip of pain with his kisses, and soon he's got both arms around Bashir's shoulders as he continues to toy with the other man's hair and stroke along the back of his neck, teeth and tongue and lips demanding of attention between every other word.
"Mmm. Thanks for the heads up. Ha- I'm a bit the opposite - boners aren't terminal, just because I get it up doesn't mean I need anything done about it," Gerard warned in return. Spend your whole life practically touch starved and apparently you're very easy to turn on, or something. Like now, his trousers tended to the tighter side anyway and he was already feeling the constriction there.
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"Hello," he replies with a grin. "Tim - the younger one, right?"
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"I take it that we're switching topics, hmm?"
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"We can keep talking about networking and science if you'd like. I like listening to you talk about things you're passionate about," Gerard points out, perfectly innocent.
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"There are other things I'm interested in." Or so sayeth the wise beings(?) behind the Sub and Dom Finder posts. "And I'd like to listen to you talk about what you like, too."
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You know, options.
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"Well, like I said - I overthink a lot, and I hate it. Being pushed to my limits or even past them so I can't think of anything at all except for what I'm feeling right then, it's wonderful," he explained, hand coming up to touch lightly at the back of Bashir's neck, to brush up against the short hairs at the base of his skull. "Of course, the parts that aren't scarred are very sensitive, but I like it to be too much. Anything that takes me out of my head.
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"That sounds like something I'd like to see. I don't know that I'm, ah, that I'm the right person to get you there, but I'm happy to try, to talk about it, to watch, if that's what you like." He shifts in the chair, just to help keep Gerard settled over his lap and so that he can turn his head, just slightly and nip at his jawline.
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He lets out a pleased hum at the nip to his jaw, breath catching at the hint of teeth.
"I trust you," he says with a grin, "If it doesn't work out, oh well, but no point in being afraid to try?"
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"Will you tell me more about what you've done in the past and liked and what you'd prefer to avoid?" He leans in and there's another quick kiss that has just a hint of teeth to it. "And, of course, you can ask me anything you like. I want to be honest and fair, to do right by you and your trust in me."
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How Eames made him promise that if he was doing anything painful with anyone else and didn't get aftercare from them, that he come right home and get it from Eames. It made Gerard's heart ache to think of that.
He took a bracing breath, tried to pull his mind away from that to not be a complete moodkill by failing into maudlin ennui.
"Spanking, enjoyed that, though I have to goad people into going hard enough for me to really feel it. I'm not into anything public beyond me sucking someone's dick, I don't think it's hard to understand why I don't like taking my clothes off around a lot of people."
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"I've done the second two on your list and would be happy to try them again. I tend not to do much in public, and while I'm certainly not opposed to spanking or other impact play, it can be a difficult line for me to tread." With one hand still on his hip, he begins to stroke up and down Gerard's back. "While about as unattractive as can be, I should mention that I spent some length of time in a prison camp. So, there may be certain things that I will not do, or I may need to safeword out for my own health."
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"Of course. Whatever you need, alright? I think it goes without saying that while I'm not opposed to temperature play I'm not a fan of bringing fire into it," he said with a wry grin. "Also... uh, you probably have a hard no for it anyway given you are a doctor, but medical roleplay is one of the fastest moodkillers I have."
He hadn't even realized it until the city threw it at him and it was like a bucket of ice water straight to the face.
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"Checking in with my partner is something I need, and in those cases, I default to stoplights unless you'd prefer something else."
...maybe one more kiss. Just for luck.
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"That sounds just fine to me, though - go over what those are so I don't find out the hard way that space stoplights are different?" He joked, and another kiss just for luck sounded perfect. Gerard was particularly fond of kissing, and a thorough kiss had him melting into his partner with bliss.
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"Green is good, everything is fine and lovely, you'd like more. Yellow or amber means to slow down, or that you're getting close to a point where you're uncomfortable. And red is a full stop. Back away. And other than for first aid reasons, I won't touch you without permission."
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"I like being touched when I'm upset," he told Bashir, just to get that out of the way right away. "I like knowing you're still here."
That he hadn't fucked up by setting boundaries that would have him abandoned for it.
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"That's good to know. I hope never to upset you, but should that happen, I will keep a hand on you and not leave your side unless it's necessary." Having the space to talk about his own boundaries and what he needs has been genuinely very good for Bashir. It's made him markedly more comfortable with sex and his own body. "I should also make sure that you know that I enjoy sex, intimacy, and all that comes with it, but I don't always physically display it. The state of my cock is my own biology and not a reflection on you."
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"Mmm. Thanks for the heads up. Ha- I'm a bit the opposite - boners aren't terminal, just because I get it up doesn't mean I need anything done about it," Gerard warned in return. Spend your whole life practically touch starved and apparently you're very easy to turn on, or something. Like now, his trousers tended to the tighter side anyway and he was already feeling the constriction there.