Merrick is sorry to leave the tight, warm embrace--the cellar is cold and drafty, raising goosebumps on his skin--but instantly forgets when he feels that tongue flick against him. The memories alone made him stiffen despite the chill, made him struggle not to press his hips forward to seek out more.
Instead he grits his teeth, back flat against the wall, clutching the small bottle in one hand while the other lands on Metaari's shoulder. He can feel the kiss marks on his neck, the remnants of saliva cold on his skin as the bruises throbbed satisfyingly.
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Date: 2016-01-14 02:54 am (UTC)Instead he grits his teeth, back flat against the wall, clutching the small bottle in one hand while the other lands on Metaari's shoulder. He can feel the kiss marks on his neck, the remnants of saliva cold on his skin as the bruises throbbed satisfyingly.