It's strange; feral and tender, consuming and soft. It's an interesting chemistry that they have, and Metaari thinks that he could get addicted to it rather quickly, that maybe he already has. He tips his head a little toward the fingers against his cheek with a faint smile, practically nuzzling them. "It's a good thing you're irresistible, then."
His hands move, finally untangling from Merrick's hair, to spread across his body like asked. They touch every bare expanse they can find before one hand finally searches for access under his shirt so calloused fingertips can caress his back. "I want you squirming on top of me, Merrick."
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Date: 2015-12-20 06:22 pm (UTC)His hands move, finally untangling from Merrick's hair, to spread across his body like asked. They touch every bare expanse they can find before one hand finally searches for access under his shirt so calloused fingertips can caress his back. "I want you squirming on top of me, Merrick."