Somehow that assertion, that confidence, made Alfie laugh - a hoarse, choked sort of sound that was more a rumble than anything, and his fingers tightened in Julien's hair as he said, "Know you can," thickly. There wasn't anything he'd ever done with him that Julien hadn't been able to take - hadn't wanted. Not that Alfie pushed, but it wasn't always gentle either and Jules... well, he was fucking perfect.
Just thinking about that made Alfie almost groan, and he tugged at Julien's hair, trying to pull him up. "Come 'ere," he ordered, wanting to kiss him. Wanting, more than that, to pull Jules on top of him and be buried home.