Something in Alfie liked that Julien always seemed to wait for permission, that he still seemed to think this was fragile. More, that he liked having to get permission. It made Alfie feel powerful, masculine.
And he couldn't process or think about any of that, because Jules' tongue was against his cock, and Alfie hissed in a breath and then bit his lip, not quite remembering when they'd redone the silencing charms. The flat had thin walls.