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Merrick was busy sucking on Andy's neck, biting whenever the blond arched up and clung against his back, when between harsh breathing and moans filtered down something like "fuckin' hot" and he grinned.
"You're hot," he slurred back, hitching Andy's hip up higher, thrusting deeper and catching another kiss full of teeth and tongue until the blond broke away with a heavy gasp.
"No, you're hot," Andy muttered back, pressing his hands flat over the other's back and shoulders, kissing him back anyway and closing his eyes as Merrick pulled at his hips and bit his mouth. "You don't feel that?"
"No I don't fucking feel--" he kissed him again, interrupting himself, half-rolling his eyes, "hot."
Andy just held him closer and didn't say shit, the fucking sex equivalent of 'whatever,' until he reached up to run a hand through red hair and actually fucking yelped, jerking away and totally ruining the damn mood.
Merrick glared for a second until Andy opened his eyes and glared back, sticking his hand in his mouth, until his eyes widened hugely.
"Jesus!"
"What?"
"The fuck do you mean what you don't fucking feel that?" Andy shoved him
off, rude and sudden and ruining the sex completely, and Merrick would've snapped or maybe just shoved him back down and kissed it better except that the blond looked half-panicked about it.
"What?"
"Your fucking head is on fucking fire, you dumbass!"
"...What?"