( julian does not like being held down one bit. there's the instinct as soon as he feels the pressure around him to fight it, to tell quentin to lay off and leave him the fuck alone but he--also realizes why quentin is doing it. that he's one wrong urge away from getting himself up off the ground and throwing quentin down on the cave floor. he feels it in his gut--the urge, the need, growing in response of having an omega in heat so close to him. stripping as he slowly moves closer.
so he doesn't voice the protest. doesn't bitch, not yet. because bitching here isn't going to do shit for them. they're all stuck in this, and julian also realizes that he's the one who isn't going to be--mentally and physically fucked over as much as quentin. bitching now feels like a dick move, he can yell about it later after shit's back to normal. )
Don't tell me what to do. ( jaw flexing, but he tips his head back as he looks to quentin. there's heat behind his gaze, the green telltale spark of julian utilizing his telekinesis shining bright. not pushing against quentin yet, but getting pretty damn close to considering it. shifts into full hellion mode between one breath and the next, even if he's still careful not to push against quentin's boundaries. usually he wouldn't give a shit.
but this is a little different. )
You want my dick? You're gonna have to earn it, Quire.
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Date: 2021-04-20 06:56 pm (UTC)so he doesn't voice the protest. doesn't bitch, not yet. because bitching here isn't going to do shit for them. they're all stuck in this, and julian also realizes that he's the one who isn't going to be--mentally and physically fucked over as much as quentin. bitching now feels like a dick move, he can yell about it later after shit's back to normal. )
Don't tell me what to do. ( jaw flexing, but he tips his head back as he looks to quentin. there's heat behind his gaze, the green telltale spark of julian utilizing his telekinesis shining bright. not pushing against quentin yet, but getting pretty damn close to considering it. shifts into full hellion mode between one breath and the next, even if he's still careful not to push against quentin's boundaries. usually he wouldn't give a shit.
but this is a little different. )
You want my dick? You're gonna have to earn it, Quire.