Alfie barely heard the whisper past the blood rushing in his ears, but he did and it made him whimper again, but it gave him enough courage to move his fingers, finally, shifting enough to his side so that he could reach and then he was touching Julien, too, the shape of him so new and so familiar and so bloody hot under his fingers. And he'd done that. He'd made him hard. And somehow that was the best thing about all of it, and he felt powerful and hungry and his mouth found Julien's agian without thinking about it.