Julien's leg around his waist was apparently exactly what he needed for this to be pefect, because now when he moved the pressure of their bodies was as tight as a hand around him and he hissed against Julien's mouth - and his hips were rocking in a fast staccato rhythm that he didn't recognize but his body knew how to fuck down against hip, rutting and groaning and it didn't take long before he felt himself tenser, closer to the edge than he'd have imagined this could get him.
"Jules...Jules, god, this..." But he wasn't coherent enough to make any more sense than that.