Merri could have screamed bloody murder up in the sky and no one would have heard. Wil did find it erotic that he was too overcome to really speak. He'd been there, too.
He sat back on his haunches after Merri stopped quaking, bringing his right hand up to his mouth for clean-up. "Beat ya there!" Wil said good-naturedly. He only needed two appendages to properly get a guy off - and his mouth definitely counted as one. And it seemed rude to get one of their only two washclothes sticky. So Wil was on clean up duty.
Making eye contact he wagged his eyebrows and lazily picked up the wash soapy cloth and leaned in closer to Merri so their chests touched. Wil was really feeling that tingling magic between them.
Until his stomach gurgled. "Guess we ain't got time for all that." He added, tossing the soapy wash cloth against Merri's chest. They'd have to get back to all that.