There's a faint noise of protest--he wants inside, to feel heat and warmth and tightness, to have it fresh in his memory again--but he stifles it a moment later. No, Merrick is right. They aren't exactly in a place for either of them to deal with the aftermath of going so far; if this was his own bed, maybe, he would insist. But he's going to have to do enough cleaning up for the old woman by way of apology already. No sense in making it worse.
He slips a hand down between their bodies to grasp at the front of Merrick's trousers, groping him through the fabric with a sigh. A moment of teasing and his hand moves up a bit to slip under the waistband, slipping it down just a bit, before he grunts. "On your knees, then," he mutters, gently pushing Merrick off of his lap (though he'd rather do anything but). "I want to see you. Better, this time."
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Date: 2015-12-28 01:47 am (UTC)He slips a hand down between their bodies to grasp at the front of Merrick's trousers, groping him through the fabric with a sigh. A moment of teasing and his hand moves up a bit to slip under the waistband, slipping it down just a bit, before he grunts. "On your knees, then," he mutters, gently pushing Merrick off of his lap (though he'd rather do anything but). "I want to see you. Better, this time."