It almost hurt, how hard and fast Alfie was using him, and that was the point really. It almost hurt; if it had been anyone else digging fingers into his too-pale skin, making him lift an arm above his head to halt his slow movement up the bed with each thrust, fucking into him so hard he felt every part of Alfie go in, then it might have been unpleasant.
But this was Alfie and he never tipped over into discomfort or weirdness or anything Julien would have said no to, no matter how hard Alfie slammed into him, no matter what they did in the bedroom. He simply couldn't, Julien loved him too much.
"Fucking yours Alf..." he whimpered, a feeling that was almost imperius stealing over him, like he would have done anything for Alfie just then.