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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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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.

Arthur would have grinned, but that seemed fairly hazardous right now. Instead, he bobbed down, taking more into his mouth and pressing his tongue against it where he could.

And moving his finger. That was really the main part of this... event, when it came down to it.

Even if Merlin was rather alright with just Arthur's mouth. You know.

Just in case he changed his mind.

He shifted again, trying to get comfortable with a bloody finger in him. Just needed to help find that... spot. Thing.

Prostate. Thank you, books on gay sex.

See, Arthur just tended to play this by ear. No books. He was fairly good at it without it.

He was fairly relentless in shifting his angles until he got the right one, though, which would have explained the shifting as he started a shallow rhythm with his mouth.

And would also explain why Merlin was gasping and panting just now. "God, Arthur--"

Brilliant.

He pushed his finger forward to brush into him at the exact same angle, leaning back a bit so he could suck on the tip of Merlin's prick.

Arthur's eyes were still open, flicking up to Merlin's in a brand of encouragement. In the process, he let go enough that that length sort of... flopped out with a loud, wet pop.

Merlin whimpered once before shifting his hips against that finger. "Arthur, god. Please--just--"

His focus was utterly shot on what would be nice about now.

"Shh," he murmured, pressing in once more before the second finger brushed against Merlin's arse, joining the first. "Hey."

He licked at the head again. "Look at me?"

Merlin forced his eyes open and then looked down at Arthur. "You know, I really won't last that long if I do."

Shut up.

"I don't care," Arthur told him, lightly. He glanced up to catch Merlin's golden eyes with his own.

Curled his fingers again.

"Oh." Merlin's mouth was a perfect little o for a moment before his back arched again. "FucksweetgodArthur."

That was... a very good thing.

Arthur thrust his hips against the mattress once, then bent back down. "Better," he murmured, sucking the tip back in, starting a rhythm with his fingers.

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