"Fuck," Merrick responds in between his cries. "It's so--much..."
His fingers dig into Metaari's biceps then crawl up to his chest and collarbone, scratching at the skin. Then he holds onto the back of Metaari's neck, his body curling around him, heels pressing hard into the qunari's back.
"D-don't--" he huffs out. "Don't let me--fall..."
It's a stupid request, and makes no sense in the context of what they're doing, but it still comes out as Merrick turns his head and buries his face in the hollow of Metaari's throat.
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His fingers dig into Metaari's biceps then crawl up to his chest and collarbone, scratching at the skin. Then he holds onto the back of Metaari's neck, his body curling around him, heels pressing hard into the qunari's back.
"D-don't--" he huffs out. "Don't let me--fall..."
It's a stupid request, and makes no sense in the context of what they're doing, but it still comes out as Merrick turns his head and buries his face in the hollow of Metaari's throat.