In his desperation, his hands flailed blindly until they found purchase on Ethan's arms. He clung to the rock-hard biceps, his fingers digging into the muscle so hard that his fingernails left crescent-shaped indentations in the skin. He was past the point of pride; he was begging for a crumb of pity: "It's... it's going to come out... it's so dirty... hic..."
However, Ethan Caldwell was a man who loved to bully the person he cherished to the absolute limit. He possessed a twisted affection, one that thrived on seeing this specific expression on Julian's face, a look of resigned suffering mixed with overwhelming, undeniable lust.
