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Mhm!
He fought to hold a whine, when the kiss abruptly stopped, because why has it?
Oh.
Oh fuck, was that audible? Judging by the way Merlin has stilled in his arms it probably was.
"Arthur?" His voice was rough and lower than usual, which hasn't helped with his embarrassment in the slightest. And look, maybe it is silly, but it's important, and Arthur would very much prefer not to mess it up.
"Arthur, look at me." He didn't.
"Arthur, for the love of Camelot, get the hint and take me to bed already." Well, that finally made him look at the man on his lap, and, by gods, it was a mistake: flush high on his cheeks and neck, lidded eyes and hair messed up by his very hands - this sight alone was almost enough to bring him over the edge. Contemplating, it took him another minute to process what have been said.
What?
"What?" That earned him a meek huff from Merlin.
"As eloquent as always, aren't you, sire?"
"Shut up, Merlin." Good, that was common ground; familiarity made him relax a bit. He cleared his throat. "Could-could you elaborate on what you have said?" And stop writhing on my laps, please.
"I-Arthur, look, i know you trying to be noble and all, but that's getting ridiculous. You've been courting me for months - it's not improper to go further, when it clearly what we both want," he knew that, of course, he did; that not the problem. Merlin, however, misjudged his look of frustration. "Um, if you want, of course. Well, um, i can feel that you, um.. but if you don't want to with me, or now, or ever - that's okay, just tell me, and I'll back of."
That was good to know, but...
"I want to." He blurted out scarcely on purpose."Lie with you, i mean, if that what you want to, of course."
"I want to"
"Good"
"Good"
"So, what the problem is, then?" And straight back to emberassing part. And, well, he did say it's silly.
"I just... Look you aren't some noble woman i can forget the next morning," he certainly didn't blush, shut up Merlin, "so i wanted to take it slow: don't want to give you wrong ideas."
"Oh," Arthur hold his own remark on eloquence in favour of listening,"why?" And how is he supposed to answer that? "I know you have feeling for me," good, now he wasn't the only one blushing, "but like you said - I'm no maiden - you don't need to worry about my wrong ideas."
"Because you're important. I want you to be sure of my reasons, my feelings; you've been by my side for over a decade, i really don't know what I'd do if you finally decide to leave, because i treated you poorly. I really don't want to mess it up; I want to do it right - the way you deserve."
"That's... Surprisingly sweet of you, and i appreciate the thought, but five months, Arthur! I still dress, undress and bathe you, i have kissed you naked three time a day for half a year - I'll go insane if you keep it that way! And you do want to fuck me, right?" He winced at the phrase, but nodded, he does, he really, really does want to have sex with him.
"I need your vocal consent, so we can finally resume with kissing."
"I do want to; now shut up and come here." He found himself drowning in sensation of his manservant again, and gods, was he blind all this years: after they started courting Arthur can barely concentrate on anything other than Merlin, especially, now. He is drowning and burning on his feelings simultaneously; every part of his body is wildly aware of scandalous position they in.
"Can i kiss you on the neck?"
Fuck yes, please
He suddenly found his throat to dry to talk, so chose to nod instead. Luckily, that time, Merlin didn't seem to need vocal consent. He feels wet lips on his jaw, adam's apple crook of his neck, beneath ear, and wait, was he trembling?
"I-ah!... Mhm, Merlin, stop." Arthur's head was spinning, and he was positive that his face rivaled Merlin's neckerchief. It was a lot; the mere knowledge that it was Merlin caressing him make his breath hitch, and his heart race - he needs a minute to slow his panting and regain at least some control over his traitorous body.
"Are you-ah! Oh, okay, that'll do too." Arthur really want to touch him, to make him feel just as good, so he suddenly found himself recreating other man's previous ministrations. The feeling of Merlin's skin under his lips, somehow, even more pleasant, and noises he makes along with grinding against him - make his blood boil. Merlin's arse is sliding perfectly over his closeted cock, and Arthur can't hold a series of quite groans, as his hips start jerking up. Good, good, good, so fucking good: Merlin is needy and wild above him - making him choke on the flooding tenderness and want. Too breathless, Arthur stopped nibbling on others neck, and simply buried his face in Merlin's shoulder; Merlin hugged him tightly over the neck, and gasped continuously in his hair. They keep rocking against each other, which provided very little friction, but Arthur is too helplessly aroused to stop, unable to do anything other than whimper and writhe underneath his servant. He felt his body strain, and a knot pull in his stomach, as his breath went frantic. No, no, no! Too soon - unfairly soon. He couldn't even breath anymore, loosing all him rhythm. Merlin whined, arching his back, pressing down, and Arthurs vision went white. He gasped helplessly in others shoulder, and pulled Merlin by his waist, as close as he could; his hips stopped moving, all his body went still as a string, before broking down with uneven whine.
Slowly going coherent after his orgasm, Arthur felt the shame rise to his cheeks: came in his pants like a twelve-year-old, and after that dramatic speech about doing it right. His breath, that just slowed down, speed up again, and he buried his face deeper in other's shoulder: not wanting to see disappointment in Merlin's face.
"Triple Goddesses, that was so hot." Wait, what? That made Arthur finally notice the way Merlin's hips twitched uncontrollable, hell, he almost vibrated with need. He pulled away to look in his lovers face: mouth open, eyes almost black, and flush almost feverish on him - not the look of disappointment indeed.
"No rush, but I'll explode if you don't touch me now." Arthur snort, dramatic as always. He can't resist the urge.
"I'll think about it, if you ask me nicely."
"Prat!"
"You don't sound very insulting, while rubbing against me like a puppy." Arthur laughed delightedly at Merlin's indignant half scorn half moan. "Let's move you to bed first."
Merlin reluctantly slid off his laps, just to ungratefully stumble over the bed. Arthur stand up and went after him, stopping near the bedframe to undress. He might have put on a show a bit, however Merlin's impatient whine was worth it. Frowning slightly at wetness of his small clothes, he took them off and joined Merlin on his bed.
"Why you-?"
"I think you'd have to be the one doing undressing this once, for a change"
"Idiot"
"Shut up and do something, or I'll leave"
"You won't"
"I won't"
Arthur gulped, of course, he won't leave, ever. Putting teasing aside he begin unknotting his neckerchief with slow, tender reverence; peel his clothes off piece by piece, revealing more and more skin, more and more scars - he felt his breath stuck in his throat as his lungs exploded with love. His hands started trembling, and his breath never easing back: he don't know, what's so intimate about it, but leans down to press gentle, chaste kiss to his lovers lips anyway.
Merlin cups Arthur's face with equally trembling hands, and pull him even closer, as Arthur slides his palms over his body: as far as he can reach, just feeling, memorising every centimetre of loved skin, adoring every little curve and scar. Merlin sobbed in the kiss, apparently catching on the sentiment. Arthur broke the kiss and slid down to kiss everything else. He kissed his shoulders, his stomach, every fingertip, counted and l licked every mole, worshiped every scar - Merlin was a sobbing blurting mess long before he even touched his dick. He has never laid with a man, and his ministrations was clumsy at best, but he tried to translate all his love, all his gratefulness at it, everything he can't say out loud yet, but hopes warlock understands. Judging by the helpless breathless whimpering from above- he does.
"Arthur! Arthur, Arthur please i need-i need please pleasepleasepleaseplease- " And gods have mercy, how undone, how lost he is already - Arthur can't help his own helpless whimper at the sight.
"What? What do you need?"
"Look at me, please, i want to see your face, when I'm-"
Arthur shuddered and replaced his month with hand, sliding up and holding his weight on one hand. He leveled his face with Merlin's, and felt so ridiculously in love looking in other's eyes.
"With me"
Yes
Arthur adjusted slightly, so he could grip their cocks together squishing tightly - that strike overwhelmed yelps from both of them. His hand tremble under his weight, but it don't matter, nothing do, except for Merlin and his eyes, along with the keen little noises he's making beneath Arthur. Then, Arthur could physically feel shuddering of Merlin's body, as he come, could see when his eyes lost all consciousness turning so golden that he had to fight the urge to look away. So lost in admiration he missed when his own orgasm take over, untill Arthur heard his own broken moans, moments before his eyes rolled, as everything went blank.
Tender, soft kisses all over his face, was what finally bring him back to reality. Somewhere in the middle of his ecstasy his hand gave in, and he crushed on top of Merlin, who, however, seemed quiet pleased with new position, cuddling him closer than seemed possible. He is tired, tired and sated, and spent. The only thing he saw looking up from Merlin's shoulder, before dozing off, was soft, tender, loving smile, and maybe, that's all he ever needed.