Metaari laughs at that and slips his hand from Merrick's hip to grasp the ass in question, giving it a good squeeze under his hand. "Well, it'd be a lie if I disagreed." His hips snap forward harder, once, before settling back into their rhythm again. "But it takes more than a nice ass to get me to remember someone night after night."
He sits back up again, staring down at the body beneath him, and he reaches forward to bunch the fabric of Merrick's top under his hand, using it as something close to a handle. His other grips the elf's hip, hard enough he'll probably be bruised in the morning, skin patterned with finger-shaped purple marks, before he starts to lay in to him harder.
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Date: 2016-01-01 12:36 am (UTC)He sits back up again, staring down at the body beneath him, and he reaches forward to bunch the fabric of Merrick's top under his hand, using it as something close to a handle. His other grips the elf's hip, hard enough he'll probably be bruised in the morning, skin patterned with finger-shaped purple marks, before he starts to lay in to him harder.