Julian's cock is hard and still filling out and he growls, moving against Jamie's hand as he starts to tug at the other man's clothing. "Too much. You're wearing too much. How can I fuck you if you're dressed?"

"Next time, a skirt. Just so I can flip it up and ..." Bashir isn't particularly elegant about shucking his own clothing. Shirt flung off to one side, trousers shoved down and off, a very visibly bulge and wet spot on the front of his shorts. "First, I'm going to take you over the back of the sofa. Then again, in the bedroom. And again until you're just filled with it. I think you want that, hmm?"