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Julian's been going slowly with Thomas since Thomas confided he's a virgin. Thomas isn’t quite sure why, as Julian doesn’t seem much the type for going slow and being understanding, but he’s loath to question it. Too much too fast would overwhelm him after two hundred years (and a lifetime) of celibacy.
So until today, they've just been kissing a lot, and it's been really nice. Thomas had never kissed anyone before Julian, so he’s had a lot to learn and a lot to explore.
But Thomas is definitely ready for more. His erection is straining against his breeches, and he just can't ignore the urge to do something about it any longer.
Julian begins to alternate between kissing and sucking on his neck, and Thomas starts writhing in his lap, grinding his hips down against Julian—something he’s not done before.
Thomas can feel Julian grin against his neck, and in moments, Julian's hands are cupping each of Thomas's arse cheeks and pulling his hips closer. Their erections rub against each other with only Thomas's clothes separating them.
Thomas moans, and Julian captures Thomas's mouth in a searing kiss again. He can't stop his hips from rocking into Julian's over and over. His movements are jerky and desperate; they have no rhythm to them whatsoever, but it feels incredible.
"You'd look so pretty riding me for real," Julian breaks the kiss to whisper to him, and it's over before anything can even start. Thomas is coming hard, whimpering against Julian's mouth, pleasure shooting through his entire body. His eyes fall shut as he relishes the sensation; it's so much better than coming from his own hand, and that's the only thing he's felt in all of his existence.
Until now.
Julian's looking at him like the cat that got the cream. "That was hot," he informs Thomas, who is now blushing and hiding his face in Julian's neck.
"It's not, it's embarrassing," Thomas whines, burrowing his face deeper.
"Trust me," Julian says, his voice suddenly a murmur in Thomas's ear. "It's hot."
The next time they get a chance to hook up, it's after a busy few days of Ghost drama coinciding with Alison and Mike drama, so Thomas hasn't had the chance to have a wank in a few days (something he’s been doing a lot more of, with his and Julian’s trysts becoming more frequent). He’s been too worried to touch himself at night, with anyone liable to burst into his room at any time with an update on either situation.
It’s a relief when Julian grabs his arm and pulls him into one of the many disused rooms in Button House the moment all the drama dies down, kissing him roughly the moment they’ve phased through the wall. "I've missed you," he mutters against Thomas's mouth. "You want to try something new?"
"Yes please." The words fall from Thomas's lips quickly, desperately, and Julian smirks.
He grabs Thomas's hand and pulls it down to his crotch, and Thomas quickly takes the hint and wraps his long fingers around Julian's erection. Julian sighs immediately, and Thomas blushes. He’s barely even looked at Julian’s length before, he’s been so nervous. And now it’s in his hand.
It hits Thomas suddenly that Julian never got to orgasm last time, as Thomas had been far too lost in his own and then in his own head afterwards. He'll have to make this good for him, he resolves, and starts to stroke.
Julian wraps an arm around Thomas's waist, pulling him closer while he moves his hand up and down on Julian's cock. The new position lines up Thomas's hips with Julian's thigh, and Thomas can't help but thrust himself against Julian's leg.
He's trying his best to mimic the technique he's perfected for himself on Julian, but it's very different touching someone else's cock, and he's quickly realising that Julian doesn't like all the same things that he does. It's getting harder to focus, too, the more he grinds up against Julian, and Julian's encouraging this.
His hand has dropped to Thomas's arse, and he's helping Thomas keep a rhythm, something he’d been unable to do on his own last time. "Is this—" Thomas breaks off to moan, "is this good for you?"
Julian thrusts his hips into Thomas's fist, and the movement of his thigh against Thomas's erection makes him gasp. Julian grins. "Yeah, it's good for me."
"Oh, that's good," Thomas garbles. His hips are shifting desperately now, and his hand is stroking Julian quicker and with a tighter grip. It's just what Julian seems to need, and he starts fucking Thomas's hand harder. This also increases the friction on Thomas’s cock, as Julian’s thigh presses into his crotch deliciously.
It's all too much, and Thomas comes, moaning a string of incoherent gibberish. Julian follows moments later, his eyes fixed on Thomas's clothed crotch.
"Damn, I was going to do you next," Julian says with a smirk; Thomas whimpers at the lost opportunity. "It's a shame, I bet you've got such a pretty cock."
Thomas seeks out Julian again the next evening, eager for more. Mike and Alison are out on a date night, and the other ghosts have gathered for film night, so they should have at least an hour or so of privacy.
Julian isn't expecting to see him, Thomas can tell, but he certainly doesn't look as though he minds. "Thomas, what a pleasant surprise," he purrs, beckoning Thomas into his bedroom. Thomas trots inside, beaming widely, unable to contain his excitement.
(He’s hoping Julian might stroke his cock this time, or maybe they’ll just grind against each other again, or maybe Julian will want to do something else altogether. His dick twitches in anticipation, already semi-hard and pressing uncomfortably against the fastenings of his breeches.)
Julian laughs at his eagerness, but it isn't cruel. He pats the bed beside him, and Thomas joins him instantly. He can't resist kissing Julian hello, and Julian can't resist immediately turning the kiss deep and rough.
Thomas breaks the kiss after a few moments, gasping for air he doesn't need. "I want to, um," he breaks off, biting his lip. He's not sure what he wants to do.
"What?" Julian asks.
"I want. Um. I want you to decide?" It's been nice having Julian introduce him to things and guide him; why not continue the pattern?
"You do, huh?" Julian says, looking pleased with Thomas even though Thomas isn't quite sure why. It sends a throb of pleasure through his cock, anyway. Thomas nods.
"Are you going to ask me nicely?"
A shiver runs down his spine. Thomas licks his lips. "Please? Will you decide?" He asks.
Julian grins wolfishly and starts kissing Thomas again, pushing him down onto his back and then holding himself up above him. Thomas relaxes, tension caused by the potential of rejection fully leaving his body.
Julian keeps just kissing him, so Thomas cants his hips up to catch his attention. Julian pushes them back down. "No, not yet. Stay still."
Thomas doesn't know why those words make his stomach twist wonderfully and his dick ache with need, but they do, and he can't help but shift his hips up again, grinding them against Julian, desperate for some relief.
"Naughty boy. What did I just say?" Thomas feels his cock jump at those words, and he has to bite his tongue to stop the noise trying to escape his throat. He manages to keep his hips still this time, and Julian nods.
"Yes, just like that. Well done, Thomas," he says, and Thomas longs to reach down and touch himself, but he doesn't.
Julian starts kissing him again, keeping his body away from Thomas's so Thomas can't feel Julian's body against his; his cock remains untouched. The waiting is awful and wonderful at the same time, the conflicting feelings morphing into something truly pleasurable.
Julian starts kissing down his neck, and he pauses to bite down on Thomas's collarbone. Thomas makes a choking noise, and his hips buck up more forcefully than before, despite his best efforts to stay still. Thomas's face goes red. He doesn't know how to wait; he's used to speeding through pleasuring himself to avoid detection, not drawing it out for the sheer enjoyment of it.
"Oh dear, you aren't very good at following instructions are you," Julian remarks, pushing Thomas's hips into the bed with force. Thomas feels light-headed and desperate from the force Julian is using, and his hips try again. It’s like they have a mind of their own.
"You're just so easy, aren't you Thomas? So easy to turn into this needy little mess."
"Please," Thomas begs. "Please touch me."
"Not yet. You're going to suck me off, first." Julian sits back and shifts his weight off of Thomas, who immediately mourns the lack of closeness.
"Come here," Julian adds, and Thomas scrambles over to him, sitting on his knees beside him, unsure of himself.
"I don't know how..." He trails off, biting his lip as he studies Julian's crotch. Due to Julian's lack of clothes, his rather large cock is on display. Thomas swallows, feeling both pleased and apprehensive about its size.
"Just suck the tip at first. I'll help you if you need it," Julian says quickly, and starts pushing Thomas's head not-so-gently towards his crotch. Thomas allows himself to be manoeuvred into position. "Open your mouth. Suck." Julian's words go straight to Thomas's cock which is still desperately hard inside his breeches.
Thomas finds it's easier than he thought it would be, especially when he just sticks to sucking and licking the tip of Julian's cock. Julian seems more than okay with this, clearly enjoying everything Thomas is doing, tentative and inexperienced or not. Thomas finds that he really enjoys it too.
He likes the taste of it, the feeling of his mouth being full, the way Julian shifts his hips slightly in time with Thomas's mouth. He likes the feeling of Julian’s hand threading through his hair, then gripping it tightly to pull Thomas further down his length.
Thomas moans, and unable to stop himself, drops a hand to palm himself through his trousers.
Julian's cock is suddenly gone and his hand has darted out to stop Thomas from reaching his own. Thomas whines quietly. "No touching yourself unless I say you can. That's a rule from now on, Thomas."
Thomas wants to protest the rule, but he also doesn't. He’s liked Julian being in control of things so far, hasn’t he? Unsure of whether to argue or agree, he just ends up saying nothing, which Julian seems to take for an agreement after all. Damn his eyes.
Then Julian's dick is back, and Thomas closes his eyes and focuses on doing the best he can. "Use your hand to stroke what you can't get in your mouth," Julian says, and Thomas obediently raises his hand and does as he's told.
"Mouth just a bit wider." Thomas opens his mouth a bit wider.
"Open your eyes, look at me." Thomas opens his eyes, and the sight of Julian clearly about to come has Thomas's cock throbbing desperately for something because this is the most erotic thing he's ever seen in his entire life.
Julian comes in his mouth, Thomas not needing to say a word to indicate just how much he wants him to, Julian just picking up on it somehow. He swallows it all as quickly as possible before it can turn to dust.
When Julian pulls out of Thomas's mouth, Thomas is dazed. "I can't believe the first thing I've eaten since my death is your... ejaculate!"
Julian howls with laughter, and Thomas blushes because he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Come here," Julian says at last once his smug laughter has abated, and Thomas finally stops kneeling beside Julian and lies down beside him instead. Julian kisses him lazily, and Thomas doesn't know if the no-moving rule still applies, but he decides to try his luck anyway. While Julian might be happy and sated, he's still quite desperate, actually.
Julian stills his seeking hips with a firm hand and Thomas groans, breaking the kiss. "Please Julian, oh please, I'm so—I need—please."
"I thought you wanted me to decide what we did?" Julian challenges, and Thomas whines. He did—he does, but he's so hard.
Julian grins. "You were a good boy though, eventually. You didn't touch yourself at all, did you?"
Thomas shakes his head, his curls bouncing with the movement. Not after Julian told him not to. He tries to ignore the way good boy sends a shiver down his spine because he's not meant to be touching himself but he’s so close to caving in and doing it anyway.
Julian watches him for a moment while Thomas bites his lip hard. "Please," he finally begs once more, voice breaking. Julian's hand shoves its way down to Thomas's breeches and he sighs in relief. The fastenings are undone and his dick is freed, and it takes everything Thomas has to keep his hips still. He manages though, and Julian finally takes Thomas's length in his hand.
The feeling of someone else touching him, after so many years of never experiencing it, unravels him right away. Julian only has to stroke twice before Thomas is coming hard, gripping onto Julian's shoulders as he keeps his hips still, allowing Julian full control of his orgasm.
When Julian lets his cock go, Thomas slumps against him with a frustrated sigh, burying his face in his chest. Once or twice could be excusable, maybe, but this is the third time they've taken things further, and the third time Thomas has orgasmed embarrassingly quickly.
He’s always been quite quick on his own, but he’d always put that down to rushing to avoid detection, as opposed to simply being unable to last.
"I thought you enjoyed that?" Julian says, trying to coax Thomas into talking to him.
Thomas pouts against Julian's chest. He doesn't want to talk about it, he just wants to hide, thank you very much. "Thomas?" Julian prompts.
Thomas sighs again. "I did."
"Then what's the problem?" Julian asks, as if it's that simple.
"Nothing. I have to go," Thomas tries to wiggle out of Julian's grip, but Julian doesn't let him.
"You know I think it's hot. I think you're hot."
Thomas blushes deeply, glad that Julian still can't see his face. "It's hot how desperate you are for me. It strokes my ego." Julian does sound very smug about it. Thomas supposes it makes sense that he wouldn't mind something like that.
"Besides, it means I get to have all my fun torturing you beforehand."
"Ah, wait a minute!" Thomas's head shoots up, abandoning his hiding place. "That's not—that's not fair!"
Julian raises an eyebrow. "Would you really rather the fun be over straight away?"
The next time they hook up is after the latest drama involving Fanny. Once again, during the course of Fanny’s tirade against every other ghost in the house, they were unsure that they would be granted enough time undisturbed. But it’s finally over, Alison having smoothed the problem out, and the two of them have a chance at being uninterrupted again.
Thomas isn't sure what Julian will have him try next, but he's eager to find out when the politician finds him in the library staring longingly at the spines of the books he cannot touch. "Fancy oogling something else instead?" Julian asks, and Thomas starts at the surprise, before he turns to look at him with a small smile.
"Good boy," says Julian, and it's clear that he's figured out exactly what it does to Thomas from the amount of times he's said it by now. The frequency hasn't dulled the effect. It goes straight to his cock, and suddenly he's raring to go.
"Mine or yours?" He asks Julian, who chuckles.
"You're so eager,” he teases. “And yours is closest."
Thomas narrows his eyes at the hypocrisy, but doesn't say anything, just turns and leads the way out of the room, scurrying back to his own as fast as he can without raising suspicion from anyone who might pass him by.
Julian slips inside the room after him a few minutes later, and Thomas kisses him immediately when he does, his hands going straight for Julian's hips. He's sure he'll be admonished for it, but Julian seems willing to indulge him a bit as he says nothing, just allows it.
Thomas doesn't realise Julian has been crowding him towards the bed until he falls backwards onto it, the air leaving his lungs as he does. Julian hovers above him instantly, then slowly presses his body fully against Thomas's. "Don't move," he whispers in Thomas's ear.
He lies there with his fists clenched by his sides, urging his hips to remain still and his hands not to wander as Julian removes his waistcoat and shirt to do delicious things to his nipples with his mouth. He can't help the moans that escape when Julian flicks his tongue just so, but he still manages to keep from breaking the rules.
Julian finally moves on, his mouth descending, and Thomas gasps when he realises where Julian is taking this. He stops briefly to tongue Thomas's belly button, only inches from his bullet wound, and it takes Thomas by surprise that Julian would do such a thing, despite the tingle it sends through him.
Julian stops when he reaches Thomas's erection, and his hand hovers above the fabric of his breeches, tempting Thomas to arch up and meet his touch. Thomas doesn't; his hips remain firmly on the bed and his hands remain firmly by his sides despite the desperation coursing through him.
"You're doing so well, Thomas. You're being so good," Julian says with a smirk, and Thomas sobs as his hips surge upwards into Julian's waiting hand, which is suddenly gone. Thomas sobs again, hips thrusting against nothing.
"Oh dear," Julian says smugly, and oh, what a bastard he is—he’s done that on purpose! "That's not allowed, is it?"
Thomas shakes his head, and Julian accepts the non-verbal answer.
"No, I'll have to punish you. I was going to suck your cock, but I think we'll have to just leave it here for the night. I'm not sure you'll be able to follow any more orders I give you, after all."
Thomas whimpers, his fingernails digging into his palms with how tight his hands are now clenched. He then remembers that he's allowed to talk, that Julian hasn't banned that.
"No, please Julian, please I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Thomas says in a rush, his eyes locking with Julian’s as he tries to convey just how sorry he is. "I won't do it again, I promise, I'll be good for you, please!"
Julian narrows his eyes as he considers Thomas's words, although Thomas gets the sense that he already knows exactly what he wants him to say. “Try again," Julian commands.
"Please Julian, please—"
"Not Julian," he says, and Thomas shudders with anticipation when he realises where Julian is taking this. That he had a reason for making Thomas slip up other than to be cruel, and that maybe Julian's punishments wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Please, um, sir? I'll be good, I promise, I'll do whatever you ask me to, please don't leave me like this," he begs, and Thomas watches Julian's eyes darken with pleasure.
"Good boy," he says, then finally frees Thomas's cock from his breeches. Thomas's head thunks back against the pillows as Julian's hand strokes him once, twice, then is replaced by his mouth.
He's so worried that he might try to thrust into Julian's mouth that he doesn't realise Julian's hands are on his hips at first. It seems that Julian is understanding about Thomas simply not having an ounce of control during his first blow job, at least. He tries to thrust wildly anyway, desperate to get that little bit deeper down Julian's throat.
Julian isn't having it though; he's taking it slowly, driving Thomas wild with small licks and the occasional deep-throat just to make Thomas writhe. It's torturous but wonderful, and Thomas has to admit that without Julian drawing it out like this, it would have been over before he'd had a chance to enjoy it.
He gasps and moans when Julian fondles his balls, but he jumps and tries to pull away when Julian's finger runs over his hole.
Julian stops licking for a moment. "Not okay?" He asks, and Thomas feels a warmth in his belly at the reminder that Julian would stop all of this if Thomas only asked.
"It's not—I've just never—not there," he stammers out, staring at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.
"Ah," Julian says, understanding. "If it hurts, or you just want to stop... say tootsie." Thomas groans—tootsie, really?
“Can’t I just say stop if I want you to stop?” Thomas asks, and Julian shakes his head.
He stares up at Thomas, then smirks. “Sometimes it’s fun to tell me you want me to stop, when you don’t really want that at all. That’s why you say tootsie.”
"Fine, okay, yes." Thomas says, eager to move this along. He wants Julian's mouth doing something other than talking now, please.
Julian grins, then goes back to work. He runs his finger over Thomas's hole again, and this time Thomas doesn't tense up. Julian brings his hand up to where he's tonguing Thomas's slit, and lets the saliva coat his fingers instead for a few moments before dropping them back down and slowly pushing one inside of him. Thomas gasps.
It feels painful at first, which actually helps to take the edge off of the orgasm he can feel starting to build in his stomach. But Thomas's wound bothers him every single day, and he finds this easy to overcome in comparison. Then the pleasure hits when Julian slowly starts to move his finger in and out. He takes Thomas's cock in his mouth and slowly, so slowly, works his mouth up and down. It's too slow for Thomas to come from it—for anyone to come from it, but it's exquisite all the same.
Julian adds another finger, and the pleasure heightens; he slows down his mouth even more to compensate. Thomas is unable to help the almost-constant stream of moans coming from his mouth now, and quite frankly, he barely even notices he’s making any noise at all. He can’t hear it over the thrumming of blood that doesn’t exist, shouldn’t exist, in his ears.
Julian adds a third finger, then curls them right into Thomas's prostate.
He keeps alternating, now, between fingering and sucking excruciatingly slowly until Thomas is sobbing and unable to string together a coherent sentence.
"Sir, ohhhh, oh, sir, I want—need—" he's cut off by his own moan when Julian’s mouth engulfs him again and he stills his fingers. "I can't—hold—please—" he whimpers, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Julian pulls back his mouth and starts stroking Thomas instead. It's no longer teasing.
"Go on then. Come." he says.
"Thank you, sir," Thomas moans, cock jerking in Julian's hand as he spills his seed all over himself. The mess vanishes before Thomas has caught his breath, and Julian hovers over him, grinning widely, looking incredibly smug.
"Good, huh?"
"Yes," Thomas says, still blissed out, and Julian gives himself a high five.
"Nice."
Thomas knows what all of this lead-up has been headed towards, of course. Sex. The ultimate act. Thomas is painfully aware that despite all he and Julian have already done, he's still a virgin. And while he’s been rather eager to take every other step up until now, he can’t quite shake the nerves off about this.
He knows Julian will take care of him, but it still takes a few more hook ups until he's ready to take things to the next level.
When he finally does, it's on a stormy night. The wind is howling and Julian's hand is groping Thomas's arse while Thomas wanks him off. He stops suddenly, and Julian frowns, before Thomas smiles nervously and gives him the look. Immediately, Julian brightens up, eager as Thomas is. His cock twitches in Thomas's now still hand, and Thomas moans, aroused by the knowledge that Julian wants him too.
"Spread your legs," Julian commands, repositioning them so he can slip a finger into Thomas's hole. It's easier for Thomas to get used to the feeling now that Julian's fingered him a few times. He spreads his legs as wide as he can.
Julian fucks one finger in and out until Thomas is begging for more, grinding his arse down against Julian's hand. "Please Julian, harder, more, please," he begs, desperate to get a move on. No such luck. Julian slows his finger down, much to Thomas's chagrin. He moans wantonly as he grinds himself down yet again.
"Ah, ah," Julian scolds. "The more you move, the slower I’ll go.” It’s hard to still himself when he knows what’s coming, but he manages to, just about. Julian finally adds another finger and slowly starts to build his speed up. He’s ignoring Thomas’s cock for now, trying to help him last longer again, but Thomas is already feeling himself start to get close from his fingers alone. Now that he knows where this is going he’s rather excited, and he clenches around Julian’s fingers tightly in an attempt to slow him down a little and drag it out for longer.
It doesn’t really work because Julian just takes it as a cue to add one more. Thomas moans at the feeling of three fingers inside of him, and can’t help but thrust down onto them again as the warmth of an orgasm starts to curl in his belly. “I—I’m close,” he warns, and Julian grins.
“I’m not even touching your cock; you’re such a little slut,” he says, adding a fourth finger, and oh. Thomas has never taken four before, but it feels… amazing, actually, if not a bit uncomfortable too, and his cock twitches in warning.
“Julian—I mean sir, I’m going to—”
Thomas comes, pushing down against Julian’s fingers until he feels them hit his prostate. He spurts ropes across his own stomach, a high pitched whine catching in his throat.
Julian is smirking when Thomas opens his eyes. It’s just in time to see Julian dip his finger in Thomas’s come and lick it off, which makes Thomas’s hips jerk again as the last of his seed trickles from the tip of his cock.
“Suppose you’ll just have to suck me off for tonight, and we’ll try again another time, hm?”
Thomas closes his eyes in shame.
Julian makes Thomas wait a whole two weeks before he finally acquiesces to Thomas’s request to be fucked into oblivion (Julian’s phrasing, not his). The days have never gone by so slowly for Thomas, not even right after he died. The seconds feel like minutes, the minutes feel like hours, and the hours feel like days.
Finally, though, it’s happening. They’re in Julian’s room this time, Thomas on his back and Julian next him resting on his side, three fingers deep. Thomas has his eyes screwed tightly shut as he focuses on two things: not moving his hips and not coming yet. Both are a struggle, but he’s determined to triumph. He wants—no, he needs—Julian to finally fuck him.
“Pleaseeee,” Thomas whines. Julian withdraws his fingers as he sits up, leaving Thomas feeling horribly empty. Knowing what’s coming takes the sting out of it, though, and he licks his lips at the sight of Julian’s hard cock.
Rather than fucking Thomas though, he swings a leg over Thomas’s body and shuffles up so that his cock is right above Thomas’s face. “Get it nice and wet, then.”
Thomas’s mouth is wrapped around him in seconds as he uses every single skill he’s picked up from Julian’s teachings. He twirls his tongue, he deepthroats then pulls back, he uses a hand to play with Julian’s balls and he sucks. He sucks like his life (or death) depends on it, and it doesn’t take long until Julian is withdrawing, dick soaked with Thomas’s saliva.
“Good job,” Julian compliments, and Thomas whines quietly at the praise, hole clenching eagerly. Far too slowly, Julian makes his way down to kneel between Thomas’s legs. He grips his thighs and pushes them further apart, exposing Thomas’s arse entirely. He feels himself clench again in anticipation, and Julian chuckles quietly.
He runs a finger across it, and Thomas’s hips stutter, chasing the finger that Julian withdraws quick as a flash. “Ready, then?” Julian asks. Thomas is halfway through nodding when Julian pushes inside of him, and immediately he goes slack-jawed. Oh, so this is what he’s been missing. It hurts a bit at first, but the pain quickly fades as Julian begins to thrust teasingly in and out, his pace slow and steady, making Thomas quiver with need below him.
It doesn’t take long for Thomas to lose control, bucking up into Julian’s thrusts, writhing in pleasure with every hit to his prostate. Julian is completely avoiding his cock, for which Thomas is grateful—despite how much it aches to be touched. He’s already leaking precum all over his stomach, and he knows the moment Julian gets a hand on it, he’ll be done for.
Hell, he might even be done for even without his dick being touched. As Thomas whines again, high and needy, Julian stops moving. Thomas tries to protest, but Julian silences him with a single look. “You don’t want it to be over so soon, do you?” He asks. Thomas shakes his head.
“Then wait.”
So Thomas waits, a whole two minutes, before Julian gives into his own desires and begins to fuck him again, this time properly. There’s nothing ‘slow’ or ‘steady’ left about it. Despite the wait in-between, Thomas comes almost as soon as Julian starts hitting his prostate with every thrust. Julian follows not long after, but Thomas has no doubt that he could have held on for much longer, had Thomas given him reason to.
The mess cleans itself up, as ghostly messes do, and Thomas is a virgin no longer.