A sharp, sweet moan escapes him as Julian's fingers slip between his legs. His hips jerk, chasing that caress. Jamie looks dazed as he watches Julian taste him from his fingers and he swears his entire body throbs.

"I just want you in me. Please. I don't--I don't think I need--I don't want to wait."

Later, he might wonder if walking through the door, into Julian's space, had some effect. He'd felt fine out on the street. Different, but fine. Now? Now he feels utterly reduced to instinct and need. His hands finally release Julian's shirt, trembling as they drag down to palm his cock through the soft fabric. Jamie tries to squeeze his legs together, but Julian's knee is there to keep them apart.