Arthur snorted, pulling his mouth away. And his fingers, for that matter. "Your wish is my command," he deadpanned, reaching up to brush some hair away from his face.
His other hand had reached down to grip himself in hand, bumping lightly against Merlin's arse. "You'll be all right?" he murmured.
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Date: 2010-02-27 09:37 pm (UTC)His other hand had reached down to grip himself in hand, bumping lightly against Merlin's arse. "You'll be all right?" he murmured.
Face to face again.