Date: 2015-12-28 02:40 am (UTC)
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A moan escapes Metaari as he watches, groping himself now as Merrick shifts and gets himself settled. The trust and willingness shown alone is enough to get him going, and he has to resist the urge to just pounce right as the opportunity presents itself.

He moves to stand instead, hastily undoing the ties to his own trousers so that they can pool on the floor at his feet. Once he's undressed he gets to his knees on the bed behind Merrick and leans over him, a large, warm presence above him. He bends down and places a kiss against the back of Merrick's neck before starting to trail downward, placing hot kisses through the fabric of the shirt that still remains. When he gets to the base of Merrick's spine he pulls back so that he can move down further, bypassing what he wants to get to what he needs.

Metaari lays himself on his back and pulls Merrick down a little toward him, keeping the elf's legs splayed open on either side of his head, so that he can place hot, wet kisses to his inner thighs--and maybe, maybe, occasionally flicking a teasing tongue up to caress the balls and heated erection dangling above him.
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