Julian just trying to decide what kind of psychosexual mind games he wants to play that night. Does he want Garak to snap and bend him over the back of the couch? Does he want to be thrown on the bed and get his hair pulled? Does he want to get tied up and edged? Does he want to see if he can get Tain’s little monster to come out and play?

Or does he want to top Garak and make him beg? Ride him until he cries? Does he want to break the man down only his baser instincts and have fingerprint bruises left on his hips?

Can you imagine receiving oral from a former torturer? Garak’s head game MUST be wild.

But on the other hand, Julian knows he can absolutely DECIMATE Garak with just a little tenderness, bringing him forehead to forehead and sliding his hands up and down his arms. Lacing their fingers together and pinning them above their heads. Letting their hips just grind together, kissing in a way that’s little more than an exchange of breath. Murmured affirmations.

Like there’s absolutely the broken part of Garak’s sad lizard brain that’s like, wow, what an effective interrogation technique, I am being tricked into telling this dumb beautiful Federation boy that I love him but then Julian like, tucks his hair behind his ear and gently cups his cheek and the sad lizard man is gone. Most intense orgasm he’s had in his life. Julian feels like a sadist.

Garak rolls off him and they immediately go back to bickering about how King Lear is actually a comedy from a Cardassian lens and about how Much Ado About Nothing should be censored for salacious content.