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[dalishious]

Just like last time, Merrick has no choice but to hang on and just ride it, to release his tight control on his own body and just take, just feel. He can't think anymore, can't speak, can barely move. He grips Metaari, both arms around his neck now, squeezing him tight.

The whimpers that leave his lips are the qunari's alone to hear. The vulnerability he's showing is such that no one else can see, that will stay in this wine cellar between the two of them forever.

There's a rhythm to his gasps and cries, a steady "ah--ah--ah--" as he's pounded into.

[metaari]

It's... fantastic. He's been anticipating this since their run-in at Redcliffe and it's everything he could have possibly wanted out of it. From the heat wrapped around him, clinging to him like he doesn't want to let go.

He plants his lips against Merrick's neck again, his breath hot ghosting across his skin in panted breaths. "Amazing," he mutters, his voice low and thick with his desire. "You feel amazing, Merrick. You sound amazing."

A faint smile is hidden against Merrick's neck as he picks the pace up a little more, an urgency starting to spike his system. "Let me hear it..."

[dalishious]

"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.

[metaari]

Metaari is almost certain that someone, somewhere, has heard what's going on down here. There's no way they couldn't, not with the festivities still going on outside: someone will want wine sooner or later. The thought that someone may have already stumbled on them and left just as quickly spurs him on faster.

The words make him tighten his grip and hot breath ghosts across Merrick's skin as his hips piston just that much faster. "You're not," he manages to huff out between breaths, body tensing as the pressure builds within him. "Fuck, I'm so close...!"