Merrick is shaking from head to toe, clinging to Metaari almost desperately, breaths shuddering as they leave his lungs. He's overwhelmed, just like last time-- so, so incredibly full, like he can feel it in his belly, his throat. The ache of it goes all the way up his spine, and he feels like his bones might shatter, like he might break in Metaari's arms.
He opens his mouth and a whimper comes out, followed by another when he tries something else. It's all he can articulate right now, so he just presses his nails into Metaari's back, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, and just--holds on.
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Date: 2016-01-20 06:01 am (UTC)He opens his mouth and a whimper comes out, followed by another when he tries something else. It's all he can articulate right now, so he just presses his nails into Metaari's back, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, and just--holds on.