Mike can't help the sound he lets out at the pressure. At the feeling of how aroused the man was. It wasn't a moan, but closer to a whine. A strained sound of distress forced out between clenched teeth as his eyes turned toward the ceiling. Color tinged his cheeks, humiliation sinking in deep.
He wasn't going to get out of this unscathed. Not with how the man lingers there, pressing into him. Mike seemed about to say something, several times. But he opted for silence, just waiting for Hadad to move.
It's a miracle he doesn't collapse to his knees the instant he's free. He manages to bend down, picking up the dropped shirt, using it first to clean up the mess he'd made on himself, and then to cover himself. But it didn't help. He was still leaking. That was more embarrassing than the raging erection. At least that he could hide. This...just settling the shirt over himself was almost too much sensation to bear.
In the time it took to get the call, Mike didn't move much. Every minute spent trying to figure out how Briggs would react. He'd know Mike would be in trouble, wouldn't he? He'd missed a check in. By how much, though? He didn't know how long he'd been in that box. If it was still the same night, Briggs might not have even noticed he was late on check in. He'd know the phone was dead, though. Maybe. Would he know to play a cover? To bail Mike out? He would have to. He knew Hadad.
When the meeting was set, Mike had a hard time masking his relief. Tomorrow afternoon. He just needed to survive the night. Then he could get out of this mess.
Survive.
He eyed the sarcophagus. Survival took on a whole new meaning when the man who held him had the power to heal and revive.
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Date: 2018-08-31 07:22 am (UTC)He wasn't going to get out of this unscathed. Not with how the man lingers there, pressing into him. Mike seemed about to say something, several times. But he opted for silence, just waiting for Hadad to move.
It's a miracle he doesn't collapse to his knees the instant he's free. He manages to bend down, picking up the dropped shirt, using it first to clean up the mess he'd made on himself, and then to cover himself. But it didn't help. He was still leaking. That was more embarrassing than the raging erection. At least that he could hide. This...just settling the shirt over himself was almost too much sensation to bear.
In the time it took to get the call, Mike didn't move much. Every minute spent trying to figure out how Briggs would react. He'd know Mike would be in trouble, wouldn't he? He'd missed a check in. By how much, though? He didn't know how long he'd been in that box. If it was still the same night, Briggs might not have even noticed he was late on check in. He'd know the phone was dead, though. Maybe. Would he know to play a cover? To bail Mike out? He would have to. He knew Hadad.
When the meeting was set, Mike had a hard time masking his relief. Tomorrow afternoon. He just needed to survive the night. Then he could get out of this mess.
Survive.
He eyed the sarcophagus. Survival took on a whole new meaning when the man who held him had the power to heal and revive.