The kisses, warm and lavished over his body, are met with low purrs rolling in Merrick's throat. It's wonderful to be kissed in such a way, that makes him feel cherished, secure in his own skin in a way he never feels otherwise. And then--

"Creators!"

Just like last time, Metaari stuns Merrick by doing things that have never even occurred to him before. He grits his teeth and stifles a whimper, one hand darting up to clutch the headboard as Metaari's mouth moves over his skin. His hips move, trying to feel more, get more, as he squirms above Metaari.