The words cause a wave of desire to crash through Metaari's body and he groans at them, his eyes falling closed as he internalizes it, files the phrasing and the sound of Merrick's voice away. It isn't the first time he's heard the words, not by a long shot, but it isn't very often that they're so honest. This isn't lip service, this is true need.
His stance shifts, widens just a bit so he's sturdier, and he grips Merrick's thighs with a grin. "Fuck you, huh?" He pulls himself almost all the way out and taunts, holds the position for just a moment. "Ask and you shall receive," he rumbles before snapping his hips up, burying himself fast and deep inside of Merrick's body, the start of a steady, pounding rhythm.
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Date: 2016-01-31 08:31 pm (UTC)His stance shifts, widens just a bit so he's sturdier, and he grips Merrick's thighs with a grin. "Fuck you, huh?" He pulls himself almost all the way out and taunts, holds the position for just a moment. "Ask and you shall receive," he rumbles before snapping his hips up, burying himself fast and deep inside of Merrick's body, the start of a steady, pounding rhythm.