Julian keeps scenting Jamie, nosing along his jaw, behind his ear, and he almost whines with how much he wants. (What does he want? He's not too sure, not at the moment, but he wants it all the same.)

"You too. You smell like you should be wet." Bashir huffs and begins to nudge Jamie back towards the wall. He wants to press him there, hold his thigh between the other man's legs. "I want. I want you. Please? Say yes or back away slowly. Do not run. Or I'll..."

He hides his face again and rumbles when he speaks. "If you run, I'll chase you. I'll catch you. I'll take you."