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Arthur and Merlin's Room, Llanuwchllyn

There had been plans made earlier in this holiday, and Arthur was finally back to himself - and prepared - enough to go through with it. Which is why Merlin and Arthur had finally excused themselves and headed towards one of the bedrooms with en-suite.

Far out of hearing range.

Now, Arthur was fiddling with the restraints he'd gotten. Just strips of fabric, really, but Merlin wasn't exactly a pioneer of strength. "All right then."

He'd long since learned that trying the seduction routine on Merlin would only lead to tears, so he'd keep it simple.

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Arthur nodded, shallow against Merlin's face, and let go of the knot he'd just created. "Give it a tug," he instructed, pressing his lips to Merlin's again.

Merlin tugged on his hands, finding them in place, but not so much that he couldn't force himself free if need be.

"Perfect!"

Arthur couldn't help but laugh once at that kind of enthusiasm.

"Glad you approve," he said, dryly, and travelled lower, licking at Merlin's throat.

Well, this was one of Merlin's sordid little fantasies, after all. "What did you have planned?"

"I thought the point of this was that you'd be at my mercy," Arthur observed, kissing the hollow of that throat just above his collar bones.

"So, you're not going to tell me?" Merlin asked, squirming just a little now.

"Exactly," he murmured, leaning further down, pressing his lips to Merlin's nipple.

More than just a little now. "Prat."

This was just cruel of him, you know.

Wasn't that the point?

Arthur smirked, tonguing it almost idly. He was going to take his time now that he had the chance, thank you, and let his fingers slide along Merlin's thighs.

Merlin flopped back, closing his eyes and trying not to keep squirming around on the bed. "You could at least give me a hint."

"What are you hoping for?"

Arthur was more than set on being cruel a while longer. He sucked once, leisurely, then kissed his way further down Merlin's ribs.

"Um." Merlin was trying to remember the question. "Anything?"

A beat.

"Your mouth?"

Ah, there we go!

"That," Arthur noted, shifting further down, "Isn't very specific."

He brushed his lips over Merlin's boxer-clad crotch.

Merlin might have whimpered at that. "Anything you do with it tends to be nice."

Arthur brushed his tongue over the fabric. Then leaned in further, mouthing at it, getting the boxers nice and wet.

He didn't answer. Obviously.

Which was why Merlin answered for him. With a lovely verbal keysmash that trailed off into a groan.

He arched his back, trying to find a position that would allow him more of that and finding it a bit restricted.

Arthur wasn't in much of a hurry. He sucked some on the fabric, tracing the line of Merlin's length underneath. Really, it didn't taste like anything in particular, but it was worth it just for the reaction he was getting.

They should've done this a long time ago.

His hand crawled back up to land against Merlin's chest, lightly pressing him back against the bed.

"Hey..." Merlin went back easily enough, though. That was the point, right?

"What was that?" Arthur asked, leaning up just far enough that he could hook the fingers of his other hand into the waistband of Merlin's underwear and tug it all the way down.

"Nothing," Merlin said quickly, wriggling his hips to help that move along.

"Thought so," he noted, letting go of Merlin's underwear - at an opportunate point, to make sure Merlin was also not too capable of flailing about with his legs - and leaning down to suck one of his balls into his mouth.

Not that he was teasing, or anything.

Oh, perish the thought.

He was just taking his time driving Merlin insane now that his calves were tangled up in the boxers. Complete and utter bastard.

Merlin flopped his head back again, biting his lip to keep from groaning.

Like Merlin didn't enjoy it.

After giving one some attention, he moved on to the other. He'd brought... oil, this time.

But first, he'd need to get Merlin distracted. He ran his tongue over it, trying to draw out as much noise as he possibly could.

Again with the cruelty. Merlin was just forced to shift and move on the bed in an attempt to get more without being about to bloody well move toward Arthur's mouth. "Bastard."

The bed creaked as Arthur shifted - mainly to get his hand on some of that oil, by the bed where he'd left it, but it also meant he had his mouth about him again.

As it were.

"Now, Merlin," he said, opening up the jar, "You could try and be a little kinder."

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