Metaari watches him, his eyes partially lidded, shimmering with want and desire, and he grins a little as skin is bared to him. He runs his fingers up the length of Merrick's torso with a low rumble, watching the contrast of skin, the way his hand almost seems like it could reach across the elf's entire body.
Once he starts pressing down Metaari surges upward, sitting up to wrap his arms around Merrick's body, enveloping him. Both of his hands hold Merrick's slim waist and he pulls him down, increasing the pressure, as he leans in to snag another heated kiss.
"I want you," he finally mutters, voice low and rumbling and full of heat. "Maker, do I want you."
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Date: 2015-12-27 06:38 am (UTC)Once he starts pressing down Metaari surges upward, sitting up to wrap his arms around Merrick's body, enveloping him. Both of his hands hold Merrick's slim waist and he pulls him down, increasing the pressure, as he leans in to snag another heated kiss.
"I want you," he finally mutters, voice low and rumbling and full of heat. "Maker, do I want you."