The words make him groan, make him want to slip out from between Merrick's legs so that he can bury himself in what he really wants. The restraint he shows in the moment surprises even him, and his grip on Merrick's hips grows ever tighter as he continues to fight down the urge to give in. "Don't tell me that," he growls out, his voice strained. "Don't tease me with what I so desperately want."

He pushed a hand against the space between Merrick's shoulder blades and pushed down, wanting to get him to rest his upper body against the bed. Maybe this way--well, it'd be easier to pretend. "The next time I see you," he said, his hips starting to move in earnest, sliding in and out between Merrick's thighs, "you won't move for a week, prior engagements be damned."