Merrick will feel a faint flutter, if he pays enough attention to where his hand is placed, as Metaari's heart beats a few extra times faster than normal. His fingers curl into Merrick's hair, his body following the shifts and movements that the elf makes as easily as though he's anticipating every one.
"So eager," he murmurs against parted lips, his tongue dancing along them before dipping inside Merrick's mouth. His fingers pull at the strands of hair tangled around them, his teeth nip at lips, and still he seeks to find ways to get more. More heat, more touches, more anything.
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Date: 2015-12-20 07:43 am (UTC)"So eager," he murmurs against parted lips, his tongue dancing along them before dipping inside Merrick's mouth. His fingers pull at the strands of hair tangled around them, his teeth nip at lips, and still he seeks to find ways to get more. More heat, more touches, more anything.