It only takes the barest bit of force for the huge hand to push Merrick face down, and he offers no resistance. His eyes close and his mouth falls open, sweaty curls of unkempt hair falling over his face, and he can't remember the last time he's been so fucking turned on. It's just his hand pleasuring him, but it's as if the words themselves are what's really getting him off.
It's those last ones--the idea that they'll see one another again, and what Metaari promised if they do--end up bringing him off. He comes hard, and it's a short and brutal thing, causing a sharp gasp and staggering breaths as he spills on the sheet below.
He's a bit more pliant now, but he can keep his thighs tight, can try to bring Metaari to at least as satisfying a climax as his own.
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Date: 2016-01-01 05:08 am (UTC)It's those last ones--the idea that they'll see one another again, and what Metaari promised if they do--end up bringing him off. He comes hard, and it's a short and brutal thing, causing a sharp gasp and staggering breaths as he spills on the sheet below.
He's a bit more pliant now, but he can keep his thighs tight, can try to bring Metaari to at least as satisfying a climax as his own.