"Oh, God," he gasps as Julian presses a leg between his. Jamie doesn't hesitate, immediately pushing his hips forward to grind against his thigh. He shivers, hands tightening their grip where he's holding on to Julian's arms. He'd been aroused before, but it is hitting him hard now with that honey dripping from the other man's lips.

He does feel far too empty.

"Please, darling." His voice is edged with a needy whimper. He's embarrassed that he's probably rubbing slick against Julian's leg, but now that he has that friction, he doesn't want to stop. It isn't nearly enough, it doesn't even really take the edge off. "Please, I need you."