"I'm not squirming that much," Merrick argues weakly, but once Metaari's huge hands start caressing him there's no stopping it. His spine stretches out like a cat's, and there's a low rumble of contentment in the base of his throat that sounds very much like a purr. He practically undulates, chest falling low against Metaari until he flattens himself against him.
He buries his face against the other's neck, then, breath shuddering against the skin as his body trembles slightly in the qunari's hands. As usual his small frame can't handle the force of his emotions, and the want he feels is overwhelming him.
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Date: 2015-12-20 10:31 pm (UTC)He buries his face against the other's neck, then, breath shuddering against the skin as his body trembles slightly in the qunari's hands. As usual his small frame can't handle the force of his emotions, and the want he feels is overwhelming him.