[ he nearly flushes again at the teasing comment, and it takes sheer willpower to keep it from showing. gods, he's going to be julian's dominant. julian is going to be his submissive. and though technically they're just words, it's just a role they have to fulfill to live here, he knows that the words have weight when they apply to julian. he is submissive, and he craves dominance, and while thistle had noted it, he's never acknowledged it quite this way.

he steps forward, his palms sliding to cup julian's waist, then skim upward to rest at the base of his ribs. ]

If that's the case, if you're going to be mine, then I suppose.. you should just stay with me, shouldn't you? [ one of his hands reaches up, winds itself in julian's collar, urges him down. when they're nearly face-to-face, he leans up, brushing a chaste kiss across the corner of his mouth. ] Not just tonight, but.. every night.