“Julien.” Whisper squirms. “It feels too good. I don’t know what to say.” He’s not good at this. Not like Julien. Except Julien gazes up adoringly at him, like he’s the best in the world. “Then just say whatever. Tell me about the weather. Update me on the espionage plans for the ambassador’s visit next week. Doesn’t matter what you say, your voice gets me so hard.” He starts unlacing Whisper’s trousers. “Keep talking, and I’ll keep touching you. Stop, and I’ll stop.”
