It's the tension, the sensation of Merrick losing himself to the moment, that makes Metaari come undone. He snarls low and deep and practically lifts Merrick off of the bed with the force of his movements. A few more wild snaps of his hips and his own orgasm breaks like a twig, the pleasure crashing over him in powerful waves. His own release joins Merrick's, makes the bed beneath them a mess (he'll have to launder it in the morning for the old woman; he wouldn't wish this on her) and he hangs still in the moment before his body finally releases.
He's careful to shift to the side before he collapses back down onto the bed on his side, his back pressed against the wall once more, and his breath coming in quick, short gasps. One hand rests lightly on Merrick's back, drawing lazy circles on fabric, as he tries to still the thrumming in his chest.
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Date: 2016-01-01 05:26 am (UTC)He's careful to shift to the side before he collapses back down onto the bed on his side, his back pressed against the wall once more, and his breath coming in quick, short gasps. One hand rests lightly on Merrick's back, drawing lazy circles on fabric, as he tries to still the thrumming in his chest.