Metaari is almost certain that someone, somewhere, has heard what's going on down here. There's no way they couldn't, not with the festivities still going on outside: someone will want wine sooner or later. The thought that someone may have already stumbled on them and left just as quickly spurs him on faster.
The words make him tighten his grip and hot breath ghosts across Merrick's skin as his hips piston just that much faster. "You're not," he manages to huff out between breaths, body tensing as the pressure builds within him. "Fuck, I'm so close...!"
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Date: 2016-03-12 11:39 pm (UTC)The words make him tighten his grip and hot breath ghosts across Merrick's skin as his hips piston just that much faster. "You're not," he manages to huff out between breaths, body tensing as the pressure builds within him. "Fuck, I'm so close...!"