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"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...!"