Lucien froze, listening. Blaise lay underneath him, panting as he struggled to stay still.
"I don't hear anything," he whispered, starting to move his hips again.
It felt so good, but Lucien stilled him yet again. "I swear I heard something," he whispered, but now he didn't hear anything. Did the person leave? Was anyone there to begin with? He might have imagined it, or it might have been some sound they made as they were bumping around...
"Lucien," Blaise whined, "this is like torture! I don't care if anyone hears!" He clenched his hole hard around Lucien's cock, eliciting a gasp.
Lucien wouldn't be able to go on like this either, it was torture. "You have to be quiet this time," he whispered, trailing soft kisses on Blaise's neck.
Blaise nodded, and nestled his face into Lucien's chest. He felt a little prick again, then felt Blaise licking and sucking at his blood again. It seemed like that was how he was going to stay quiet.
