Metaari's hands on his hips just reminds Merrick of how small he is in comparison to the man below him, and the desire pressing up against him just emphasizes that even more. He shivers despite the heat coursing through him, and turns his head slightly to bite at Metaari's thick neck.

He straightens up once he feels he managed to leave a decent enough bruise, and quickly unbuttons his shirt. He doesn't push it off, but it does reveal quite a bit of skin. It glows in the flickering light of the fire, and he slips his shirt a little off his shoulder to show more.

Then he sits back, pointedly pressing his ass against Metaari's dick, smirking and playfully biting his lip a little.