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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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"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."

"I'd like to see you be kind the next time I tease you," Merlin replied, breathing a little shaky for a moment before he got it under control again.

"I'm looking forward to it," he noted, coating one of his fingers with the stuff.

He leaned back over, pressing a kiss to Merlin's length, and paused. "You can always say no if need be."

...He had to be sure.

Merlin gave him a crooked smile. "I know."

Arthur nodded once - almost curtly - and pressed his finger against Merlin's entrance, licking a long line down his prick at the same time.

...worked for distracting Merlin. That much was certain.

He closed his eyes, arching his back in hopes of more of that attention on his prick.

Arthur licked back up, the foremost part of his finger slowly pushing in at the same time. This would be... interesting.

His other hand was still on Merlin's belly, keeping him steady as he could. Busy now.

Merlin turned his head to the side, making a slight face at the finger as he tried to remember that it certainly got better from there.

Still very odd.

"Tease." Because that was a smart thing to say right now.

Arthur pulled up, raising an eyebrow at him, and licked slowly over the tip of it with as much coordination as he could manage at this angle.

He also pressed his finger in further, searching for a spot he knew was there.

"Am I, now," he breathed.

Just because of his mouth's current location.

"...yes." That came out more as a groan than the very serious response Merlin had been trying for.

"Sorry," Arthur said, unrepentantly, "I'll see about working on that."

He curled his finger.

Leaned in, and captured the head of Merlin's cock with his mouth. He could go for a few more groans like that.

"Ohgodthankyou," Merlin gasped, giving him just that. It would be difficult to repress groans now after all.

Even if he wanted to.

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