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bitchprince) wrote2010-02-26 05:35 pm
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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.
[[ ... all NWS, obviously ]]
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.
[[ ... all NWS, obviously ]]
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He licked at the head again. "Look at me?"
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Shut up.
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Curled his fingers again.
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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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You know.
If Arthur were so inclined.
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Now, there was just the long slide of Arthur's mouth down Merlin's length, the rhythm his fingers had picked, and the increasingly steady thump of Arthur's hips against the bed.
He hummed.
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It was more a question than anything else.
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Before he embarrassed himself.
Again.
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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.
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Brushing his fingers along Merlin's arms and maybe trying to kiss the space by his eyelids, too.
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Considering all that, the way he returned that kiss was almost sweet.
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But not a whimper.
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He wasn't stopping yet.
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That was the rest of the way. There.
He groaned low against Merlin's cheek, halting to let him get used to it.
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He had to be sure. He pressed a kiss to Merlin's cheek while he was there, trying to think of rain or Gaius or... anything that wasn't particularly attractive.
Sorry, Gaius.
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"One--more moment," Merlin replied, strained still.
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Which was difficult.
He brought up a hand to run along Merlin's arm up to his wrist, soothing motions that were meant to help. Or something.
He also just liked Merlin's arms.
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