[The tight tangle of fingers in his hair, the firm grip at his shoulder, these are small points of pain that he relishes almost as much as the act itself, of being down on his knees in some dingy corner of a dive bar, mouth full of another man's cock. And the spectre of death is there in the other man's eyes, makes him shake beneath the weight of if, the cold increasing constriction in his chest-- all of this, it leaves him hard and aching for more.
And it's likely that Phillip guesses right-- he makes that offer, and in response Julian's eye falls heavy-lidded and coy as he remains exactly where he is, lips wrapped around the stiff length of him, tongue pressed flat to the underside as he sucks long and deep and purposeful.]
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And it's likely that Phillip guesses right-- he makes that offer, and in response Julian's eye falls heavy-lidded and coy as he remains exactly where he is, lips wrapped around the stiff length of him, tongue pressed flat to the underside as he sucks long and deep and purposeful.]