[He meets his gaze and it's there in him, the insidious certainty of his own demise and this is something he's always known, always throws himself towards with a thoughtless, reckless abandon but that propensity towards self-immolation doesn't mean he's without fear. Quite the opposite, really.
Again there comes the quickening rate of his heart, the jump and flutter of his pulse in his throat, a sudden intake of breath and Julian moans, soft and low. There's a weakness in him around the legs and slowly he slides down to his knees, looks up at the other man with his face flushed bright with colour.]
Please.
[He isn't even sure what he's asking for, but the expression written across his countenance, it's a needful thing.]
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Again there comes the quickening rate of his heart, the jump and flutter of his pulse in his throat, a sudden intake of breath and Julian moans, soft and low. There's a weakness in him around the legs and slowly he slides down to his knees, looks up at the other man with his face flushed bright with colour.]
Please.
[He isn't even sure what he's asking for, but the expression written across his countenance, it's a needful thing.]