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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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They were nice and... scrawny.

"You." Merlin took a breath. "Now?"

Scrawny, but sort of--

Oh, shut up, you were bonkers if you thought Arthur was going to be coaxed into waxing poetic about Merlin's arms, in narrative or elsewhere.

Instead, he was grateful to let go of what he'd been having to hold in his head for the past minute or so, and moved.

It was still a gentle thrust, for all that, and he pressed his face into the crook of Merlin's neck.

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Merlin hummed encouragingly in response, nodding his head as though Arthur could see it where he was. "You--can move now."

"I caught on to that," Arthur said, the words wrangled from somewhere deep in his throat. He moved again, faster this time, and shifted his hips.

Merlin took a little more work to get off with this act, but Arthur was nothing if not determined.

Heeeey. It was hardly Merlin's fault, you know.

But right now he was just a bit distracted as Arthur brushed that spot again, causing him to gasp and arch his back as much as possible in this position. Arthur was just lucky it was comfortable bed.

Arthur wasn't blaming him. Arthur was just hypercompetitive and that did things to your brain.

Like rock his hips into Merlin again with more force, confident he had the angle handled now.

"Arthur."

Another little gasp as Merlin gripped the restraints for some sort of support.

"C'mon."

And now he could sort of let go of the obsessive need to make sure Merlin felt good to focus a bit on himself. As it were.

Arthur shut his eyes and chose a rhythm, not quite fast yet, but enough to draw another groan from him. He tried to muffle it against Merlin's neck, but that wasn't very succesful.

Merlin answered that with a groan of his own. "More," He muttered, eyes closed and focusing on the noises Arthur was making.

"As you wish," he snarked again, panting across Merlin's shoulder as he drove in again. "God."

Gripping the fabric tighter, Merlin bit his lip. "Yes..."

While he still had the clarity of mind to do something like it, Arthur shoved his hand between them to rub over Merlin's length. It was an awkward angle, but it was only fair. Or... something.

"Merlin," he murmured, shutting his eyes and losing himself for a few scant seconds. Maybe longer.

He thought it was awkward? Try being the one on his shoulders!

But, you know. The hand was nice. Shaky little gasp kind of nice. "C'mon."

Arthur's eyes flickered back open. He curled his hand once, stroking up, then pulled it away again to snag Merlin's hips and drive in deeper. "God," he said again, swallowing. "You--"

"Please..." Arthur was just so lucky that Merlin was polite during sex. Because he wasn't most other times.

Not ever, he meant.

Arthur ran his hands up along Merlin's thighs, a little unsteadily until he had to give up on it, shifting some more to allow him to take a hold of his length again.

"With me," he groaned. They'd hit the displaced-sentence-fragment part of these equations pretty fast.

Merlin nodded in agreement, humming something nonsensical now. He might have agreed to about anything as long as Arthur didn't take his hand away from his cock again.

Because it was all sorts of lovely.

Now that was a good thing to remember next time Merlin made a pest out of himself...

Arthur had given up on keeping his mouth shut, but he still - methodically - bit down on his lip every time anything loud wanted to escape. He had a single-minded focus going on right now. A bit like battle.

Except a great deal more pleasant.

He was quickly losing track of his mind entirely as his hand began to move, sliding up and down.

Merlin tugged harder on the restraints, nearly pulling himself up by them as his head fell back. Everything was building up quickly now.

"Arthur--please--"

Begging. Begging was nice.

It took effort to lean over and kiss Merlin's exposed throat like that, but he couldn't really not, not with that stretch like that and goodwarmfast running in a loop in his brain.

Watching him move like that wasn't too bad, either. "Yesss," he groaned, "With me--"

He bit down on his lip again, a little too violently this time, and sped up.

"Now? Please?" Because more begging was helpful, right? And straining against the bed and straps holding his arms in place.

"...just keep doing that," Arthur said, stupidly, sliding his other hand along Merlin's thigh again, the inside, then rubbing up on his stomach. Touching as much as he could reach.

He slammed in hard, which made for a strange counterpoint.

"Ohgod," Merlin gasped. "Almost. Almost--"

Almost.

His eyes slammed shut again. He wasn't moving with much of a rhythm now, focused solely on faster, deeper and maybe god let him make that noise again. "Merlin, now, come on--"

The completely girly whimper? That would be the last noise Arthur would be getting before Merlin came. So he sure as hell better have enjoyed it.

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