"Not yet you aren't," Metaari counters with a cocksure grin. The way he shifts and stretches and actually trembles against him is intoxicating in ways he can't quite pinpoint, but knows he wants more of. Maybe it has something to do with being able to bring someone with so much ferocity boiling inside of them to this point. It's a power trip, yes, but more than that, it makes Metaari feel wanted in ways he hasn't in some time.

Metaari tips his head to the side to open his throat up some more before gripping Merrick's hips and pushing up against him, letting him get a feel for just how much this is already starting to get to him. He grunts a little at the friction and wets his lips, gazing up toward the ceiling. "Too many clothes," he finally mutters, tugging a bit at the fabric between them.