( he can't help it. dominating asshole is an essential part of the julian keller package, and he doesn't know how to turn it off. hell, generally wouldn't want to at all but this is--an entirely different situation. quentin's keeping it together better than he is, which is. a surprise all on it's own but not really because it's quentin, who's also a giant asshole. julian takes a breath in, regrets it damn near immediately because he can smell the heat in the air. taste it on his tongue. feel his body responding in turn even as he stays on the ground and tries not to.
bites on the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood while he--takes a moment to consider their options here. another breath, another moment where he has to sit and check himself. )
I'm gonna be honest, and if I hear shit about it later, I'm going to strangle you in your sleep. ( to quentin, not josh. josh isn't stupid. ) I've got about four seconds before I jump you, I haven't handled an omega before, and my self control is shit as it is already.
( so. he doesn't know how this is going to turn out. julian's -- loud, objectively so. bossy, dominating, but he's spent the majority of his teen years and early twenties trying not to get killed off and he hasn't had the time for crap like this. )
quentin smells good. stirring want in him like he'd never actually known before. he exhales shakily and focuses on sitting up straight, letting out a shaky breath through his teeth. ]
I, uh... [ am useless. caused this. am so sorry. ] I don't think I've got the strength to keep you two apart. [ and then, apologetically. ] I can try to give you two privacy. I just, uh... once I've... I'll step in and stop it, y'know?
[ and he doesn't factor in his own heat. doesn't even think to. it's been such a non-factor in his life. he doesn't need suppressants because - because he just doesn't. and if he had them they wouldn't do any good, his powers would burn them up upon entry to his system. ]
[ jesus, how is he the only one here who has any practical experience with this aspect of their biology? because he's pretty sure foley has never been through a heat with someone like this before, either. he remembers how uncomfortable the other omega had been back then, and soon after, he'd no longer needed to endure it at all, given his mutation. he can just.. turn his cycle off if he wants, at least temporarily.
well, fuck, he certainly wasn't expecting to shepherd an inexperienced alpha (and possibly another omega) through dealing with his heat today.
not entirely trusting keller's self-control, he anchors the other man telekinetically where he sits for the moment. it's not going to be enough to keep him there if he really fights it, but it might help curb any impulses while quentin explains things and prepares. ] Okay, [ he says, and takes a careful breath, focusing through his own near desperate desire. god, he's already a mess, already wet. ] .. Look.
[ he rolls small shoulders in his uniform, then brings his fingers to the closures, beginning to unzip and unsnap them. ]
This isn't my first time by a long shot, but I don't know what's going to happen with Foley here. [ a glance toward the other man as he slides the well-worn leather off his shoulders. his hands are shaking. he's shaking. ] Omega-level omegas, our biological imperative to-- to breed is.. stronger than other omegas, and that's not just theory, okay? I'm sure you've seen it in others. You need to-- I might trigger your cycle, and you need to prepare yourself for that.
[ his boots unlace and unzip, and he kicks out of them, pushing his uniform down his hips and stepping out of it. it leaves him nude, flushed clear down his throat and onto his narrow chest, obviously aroused. ]
If it doesn't, great. Your best chance of shutting my heat down if instinct takes over is making sure this-- [ a tap to his temple. ] --is fully distracted. I'm not like other psions you've dealt with, Foley, so don't assume I will be. I'm-- [ fuck, focus. ignore keller, or try, even though he aches with the wanting, heat trying to haze out his thoughts. ] I'm shutting down what I can to make it easier, and I'm keeping a telepathic eye out for trouble, but.. [ well, he's still an omega-level mutant, and he's still dangerous if some animal part of him feels threatened.
his glance flicks to keller, and he takes a step closer, then a second one, nerves jolting with arousal as he slides fingers lightly over the other man's clothed shoulder, just brushing bare skin above his collar. ] As for you.. it's probably going to be a long fucking day, and once I start begging for your dick, I'm going to be useless for just about anything else. I usually get a break a couple of hours in, so I suggest you take that time to make sure we're all hydrated if possible, and rest if Foley's either just as fucked as I am or not back up to speed.
( 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: 2021-04-15 04:04 am (UTC)bites on the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood while he--takes a moment to consider their options here. another breath, another moment where he has to sit and check himself. )
I'm gonna be honest, and if I hear shit about it later, I'm going to strangle you in your sleep. ( to quentin, not josh. josh isn't stupid. ) I've got about four seconds before I jump you, I haven't handled an omega before, and my self control is shit as it is already.
( so. he doesn't know how this is going to turn out. julian's -- loud, objectively so. bossy, dominating, but he's spent the majority of his teen years and early twenties trying not to get killed off and he hasn't had the time for crap like this. )
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Date: 2021-04-15 04:13 am (UTC)quentin smells good. stirring want in him like he'd never actually known before. he exhales shakily and focuses on sitting up straight, letting out a shaky breath through his teeth. ]
I, uh... [ am useless. caused this. am so sorry. ] I don't think I've got the strength to keep you two apart. [ and then, apologetically. ] I can try to give you two privacy. I just, uh... once I've... I'll step in and stop it, y'know?
[ and he doesn't factor in his own heat. doesn't even think to. it's been such a non-factor in his life. he doesn't need suppressants because - because he just doesn't. and if he had them they wouldn't do any good, his powers would burn them up upon entry to his system. ]
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Date: 2021-04-15 08:06 pm (UTC)well, fuck, he certainly wasn't expecting to shepherd an inexperienced alpha (and possibly another omega) through dealing with his heat today.
not entirely trusting keller's self-control, he anchors the other man telekinetically where he sits for the moment. it's not going to be enough to keep him there if he really fights it, but it might help curb any impulses while quentin explains things and prepares. ] Okay, [ he says, and takes a careful breath, focusing through his own near desperate desire. god, he's already a mess, already wet. ] .. Look.
[ he rolls small shoulders in his uniform, then brings his fingers to the closures, beginning to unzip and unsnap them. ]
This isn't my first time by a long shot, but I don't know what's going to happen with Foley here. [ a glance toward the other man as he slides the well-worn leather off his shoulders. his hands are shaking. he's shaking. ] Omega-level omegas, our biological imperative to-- to breed is.. stronger than other omegas, and that's not just theory, okay? I'm sure you've seen it in others. You need to-- I might trigger your cycle, and you need to prepare yourself for that.
[ his boots unlace and unzip, and he kicks out of them, pushing his uniform down his hips and stepping out of it. it leaves him nude, flushed clear down his throat and onto his narrow chest, obviously aroused. ]
If it doesn't, great. Your best chance of shutting my heat down if instinct takes over is making sure this-- [ a tap to his temple. ] --is fully distracted. I'm not like other psions you've dealt with, Foley, so don't assume I will be. I'm-- [ fuck, focus. ignore keller, or try, even though he aches with the wanting, heat trying to haze out his thoughts. ] I'm shutting down what I can to make it easier, and I'm keeping a telepathic eye out for trouble, but.. [ well, he's still an omega-level mutant, and he's still dangerous if some animal part of him feels threatened.
his glance flicks to keller, and he takes a step closer, then a second one, nerves jolting with arousal as he slides fingers lightly over the other man's clothed shoulder, just brushing bare skin above his collar. ] As for you.. it's probably going to be a long fucking day, and once I start begging for your dick, I'm going to be useless for just about anything else. I usually get a break a couple of hours in, so I suggest you take that time to make sure we're all hydrated if possible, and rest if Foley's either just as fucked as I am or not back up to speed.
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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.