A small smirk, just touching the edge of his lips, is Merrick's reply. He crawls back on top of Metaari, so he can move his hands over the broad chest again. He barely separates their lips for even a moment, answering each nip with a growl and a bite of his own.
Metaari has made a mess of his hair, and it springs loose from the scant amount of product he uses to tame it, curls falling over his face. He doesn't seem to mind, his own fingers coming to rest on Metaari's cheek.
"I want your hands all over me," he whispers, and his voice sounds low and heavy and surprising to his own ears.
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Date: 2015-12-20 07:52 am (UTC)Metaari has made a mess of his hair, and it springs loose from the scant amount of product he uses to tame it, curls falling over his face. He doesn't seem to mind, his own fingers coming to rest on Metaari's cheek.
"I want your hands all over me," he whispers, and his voice sounds low and heavy and surprising to his own ears.