"Not worried about the bill," Ric said, through clenched teeth, as he struggled to control himself as he continued the slow, tight, press into Damon. "Am worried about us winding up face first in broken ceramic." He shuddered as he bottomed out, balls pressed against Damon, and slid his tongue along the back of his neck.

Another breath to steady himself, eyes closed and breath harsh and hot against Damon's skin, and then he pulled back a little and started to move. Short and staccato, staying deep.