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.
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.
It takes a little while for Merrick's brain to resume functioning, and for him to regain control of his limbs-- but once he does, he makes a noise of disgust and rolls over so he can press himself against Metaari.
A faint, sleepy grumble rumbles through Metaari at the complaint and he lets out a faint breath. He wraps his arms around Merrick's body and rolls until he's flat on his back with the elf laid on top of him. There's some awkward shifting after that as Metaari works the top layer of bedding is out of the way from under his body, and he finally settles down once it's on the floor.
His hands rest lightly on Merrick's back, eyes closed as his body starts to give in to rest. "Better?"
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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.
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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.
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Date: 2016-01-04 03:23 am (UTC)"I am not sleeping in all of that," he grumbles.
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Date: 2016-01-13 04:48 am (UTC)His hands rest lightly on Merrick's back, eyes closed as his body starts to give in to rest. "Better?"