A Premier Suite, Wednesday Evening

[bitchprince]

"I still have my trousers on," Arthur reminded him, dryly, and shot a glance towards the bath.

And then reached over and yanked on the knot of Merlin's neckerchief. That wasn't your trousers, Arthur.

[[ continued from this for Um. Prooobably NWS ]]

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[bitchprince]

"Still believe I'm silly?" he asked, tightening his grip just a bit.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes..." What were they talking about?

[bitchprince]

Nothing important, obviously. "I'm going to take that as a no," he decided, bucking his own hips slowly against Merlin, now.

He'd learned his lesson about trying to get Merlin to reciprocate with his hands. That was asking for injury.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ass," Merlin grumbled, kissing the side of Arthur's head. Because it was there, alright?

[bitchprince]

Arthur snorted. It would've been inaudible, had it not been right next to Merlin's head. "C'mon," he said, shifting in the bath and picking up his pace some.