Jamie gasps sharply and pushes his hips hard toward Julian as he pushes in. One hand grabs at the bed while the other grips the man's arm, trying to brace himself. His thighs tighten against Julian's sides. Every thrust hits hard, and soon enough all Jamie can hear is the sound of his own breathing and the obscene sound of skin against skin as their bodies meet.

He's hot, flushed, and he can't remember ever being so aroused in his life. This kind of neediness is nothing he's had to deal with before. His nails dig against Julian's skin and he arches his back, trying to encourage him deep with every thrust.

He doesn't even realize that he's begging.