It's good that he wants to keep going because Bashir has no intention of letting up. He snarls and holds onto Jamie's hip with one hand, keeping him steady so he can be used for Julian's own pleasure. If he can, he'll push Jamie through his own orgasm and just keep going until he's satisfied.

He's able to come quickly and notably more than he'd expected. (The sofa is going to need a serious deep clean.) However, any hope he'd had that it would clear his head was false. Still deep in the throws of a rut, Bashir whines at Jamie and slips his hand up between his legs to play with or maybe try to keep his hole full. "Bedroom. Now."