Drunk Julian felt so uncomfortable, especially around his lower half and so he decided to free himself to become comfortable again.
But as soon as he brought out his dick, the coolness of his hand deceived him. It felt cool stroking it so he kept at it, his eyes closed and his face contorting with the feeling.
The Duke stood there, staring. At first, he was revolted at what Julian was doing, but then considered that it was his way of relieving himself when drunk.
He was a man after all.
He didn't want to pry and just step out, leaving him to his privacy but his feet wouldn't move.
He stood there, staring at the face Julian made as he stroked himself. The way he bit his lip to muffle the frustrated moan that tried to escape.
The Duke gulped and he felt... Sweaty?
He should look away. He was evading another man's private time but he couldn't... He couldn't tear his gaze away from him.
