Julian's legs were draped over Ethan's shoulders. His limbs were slender, a lingering testament to a time when his body had suffered from mild malnutrition due to a lack of proper sustenance. Since coming under the care of the Caldwell family, despite being well-fed by Ethan, he remained slight - all skin and bone with barely an ounce of excess flesh. Consequently, his calves were lean and delicate as they rested against Ethan's broad shoulders, his smooth skin brushing against the man's shoulder blades before sliding gently down toward the crook of his elbow.
It wasn't just his legs that were being mischievous, Julian's mouth was equally unruly. He kept murmuring incessantly, employing every trick in the book to act spoiled. Every so often, Julian would lift his flushed face, cheeks dusted with a rosy hue, and gaze up at Ethan. Between giggles and pouty whimpers, he called out: "Hubby."
