His heart dropped a little at what he was hearing. It was too much, wasn't it? He couldn't really do that. But he had to try or fail by default.
He struggled to get enough air, feeling so crowded out by Artorius, so entirely overwhelmed in all of his senses that he had to keep telling himself to breathe.
Almost in a trance the shifter tugged and pulled at his lover just as much as he squirmed to practically crawl onto his lap, all just to bring them eye-to-eye. He stared at the mismatched pools, his heart leaping into his throat as he came upon him in a hungry, crushing kiss. If he didn't want it to be over it wouldn't be. He could give him what he wanted. But the shifter still struggled with how to make someone as bullheaded as he was do anything. It was a start, he hoped.
A soft groan of frustration escaped Julian and a wave of heat enveloped him. His skin felt flushed beyond any remote sense of comfort and he conceded to remove his hands from the man briefly, squirming his way out of the stuffy tunic and carelessly tossing it aside before leaning into him fully again. Though, that only made him painfully aware of the taut fabric of his trousers clinging to him and he paused everything to whimper needily against Artorius's lips. He trembled all over, almost too emotionally exhausted to continue on but desperate not to show any other signs of weakness to the gambler.