Arik's laugh was shallow. He was trying his hardest not to make loud noises. It wasn't like he was at a club, feeding and getting some. At home, he was more reserved in his sexual noises. "Touche," he managed to say before another moan escaped his lips. Pushing the soft pads together, he tried to cover the noises the older vampire was eliciting from him.
Arik moved his hips against the actions of the other, wanting something faster. As much as he wanted to look at his pager, with the way Stefan was going he could imagine that he's accidentally crush the small plastic item. "Oh, god..." He groaned.