"I know, sweet, I know." Bashir rocks his hips against him, rolling their bodies together while he continues to describe how he feels and what he wants to do. "You could finger yourself open, but I think you want it so much you don't need that, hmm? So loose, so wet. I could just bend you over the arm of the sofa and push in, do you think?"

He slips a hand between their bodies, down to the vee of Jamie's legs. As promised, he's wet with it and Bashir drags his fingers through the slick so he can get a taste.