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merlin_holidaysTitle: Let Me Take Care of You
Recipient:bananahater336
Author:catarotta
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 2469
Warnings: Age Difference [Merlin 31, Arthur 24], Professor!Merlin, Gradstudent!Arthur, Established relationship, Top!Merlin
Summary: Arthur finds himself nearly breaking down as writer’s block has halted him while writing his dissertation paper. Merlin knows just how to relax him.
Author's Notes: Quite proud of how this came out. I don’t think anyone can resist a Merlin in glasses. Also this kinda follows along the lines of the second prompt I was given. Beta read by J.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to Shine and BBC. I make no profit from this endeavor.
Let Me Take Care of You
It was the sweet scent of coffee that roused him. Arthur slowly blinked his eyes open and groaned as he realized he'd fallen asleep upon his desk while writing his dissertation paper, an unwieldy thing on the impact of Arthurian legends on the history of England. He sat up, the blanket slipping off his shoulders as he stretched his arms over his head, leaned back in his chair and winced at the ache in his body. Sleeping at his desk was never a wise choice, but happened quite frequently now.
Arthur blinked, now feeling something stuck to his forehead on top of his bangs. With a frown on his lips he lifted his hand and touched a Post-it. He pulled it away, the glue on it not strong enough to pull his hair. He blinked away the last of the sleep and looked down at the little slip of yellow paper.
‘Tried to wake you. But you refused to budge. And you know I’m far too old to try and carry you to bed.’
-M
Arthur chuckled and set the post it down on his notes, making sure he hadn’t accidentally drooled on them in his sleep. He pushed himself out of his plush chair, stretching one more time before he padded out of his study. He followed the scent of coffee into the lavish kitchen that the flat had.
“Good Morning,” Merlin chirped, putting his paper down and smiling at Arthur, azure eyes shining brightly over the delicate rims of his glasses. Arthur couldn’t stop a small smile from touching his lips as he crossed over to the breakfast table, leaning in and kissing him chastely. He pulled back and Merlin chuckled.
“I knew the smell of coffee would wake you. I’m guessing you had an inspirationally spurt that died and you decided to make your desk your bed,” Merlin spoke in a teasing lilt as Arthur sat down in front of his breakfast and coffee that Merlin had made for him.
“Not all of us are already a Professor, Merlin,” Arthur huffed and took a sip of coffee before tucking into his breakfast. Merlin lifted a cup of jasmine tea to his lips, smiling against the dainty edge.
“You’re the one with a kink for older men in a professional environment,” he quipped back then took a sip. Arthur sputtered. He shot his lover a halfhearted glare, Merlin’s eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Don’t give me that look. You’re the one who stalked me when you were just in high school. I thought I wouldn’t make it into my grad program with how much you drove me insane.”
“Did not,” Arthur grumbled around a mouth full of egg.
“I’m just lucky your mother loved me prior to you wishing for me to shag you,” he added, mischief now making an impish smile curl on his lips, cheeks dimpling. This time Arthur coughed and had to wash down the food in his mouth with his coffee. Merlin arched a brow; glasses slipping down his nose a bit. Arthur reminded him of his mother Hunith’s cat, Dragon, whenever he got all huffy. Dragon happened to think Arthur was meant to be his main lap to sit in when they visited during the holidays.
“Of course she loved you. She'd been friends with your mum since before I was even born,” Arthur retorted, though it was a bit weak.
“Yes. I robbed the cradle.”
“Christ, Merlin. No you didn’t. You’re only seven years older than me. You make it sound like we are twenty years apart.” This made Merlin smile.
“Yes. But I’m still older. Don’t make me put your prat arse over my lap and discipline you,” he teased and Arthur flushed, making Merlin’s smile just a touch more wicked. “But then you’d like that. And that’s not much punishment if you go and like it.”
“Shut up, Merlin.”
*~~~~*
After breakfast Merlin kissed him goodbye and went to give a lecture. Merlin was Albion University’s History Professor and at the age thirty-one, Merlin was already quite known among the historical society. While their mothers had known each another, his and Merlin’s age difference had made it so they did not hang out together when they were younger.
It was only when Arthur was struggling in his senior year that his mother asked Merlin to be his tutor in history. Arthur was neglecting the subject in favour of the ones he needed to get A-levels in. But it had not just been that. He had come to learn he had no attraction for girls, yet had to hide it. This secret was weighing heavily on his mind.
Merlin had been like a beacon of light. All smiles and long limbs that were graceful yet clumsy. They got into an argument within the first hour of the tutoring and Arthur found himself flustered after Merlin left. He had a crush and it only grew till he got up the courage and kissed Merlin, having learned from his half sister, Morgana (also in uni with Merlin) that his tutor was just as gay as Arthur was himself.
At first Merlin had protested, always pointing out their age difference, but Arthur wasn’t one to give up easily. He kind of began to stalk Merlin when he wasn’t studying Merlin just couldn't get rid of him and soon found it endearing, yet he refused to even consider it. That was until Arthur turned eighteen a week after he passed his A-levels.
Merlin was only human and eventually had to admit he did have feelings for Arthur as well. When both their mothers found out that their study sessions increasingly resembled dates, Merlin was shocked – and maybe a bit relieved - to find that both women were elated.
Ygraine herself had a life partner, Nimueh. This had happened after she divorced Uther, unable to take how distant his work made him, leaving her alone. She found love in her childhood friend. Uther remarried also, a woman named Catrina who was used to the life in the world of business. Morgana was actually from a fling marriage that dissolved before Uther met Igraine. Arthur loved his father, but the man was a bit of a distant figure in his life compared to his mum and Nimueh.
Ygraine was the first to voice her approval of Merlin being with Arthur, and Merlin tried to protest only to have Hunith chime in her consent along with Nimueh. Merlin’s excuses lost their weight and so he finally found himself allowing Arthur to accompany him for dinner some nights. This turned into dinner at Merlin’s flat, which was close to the university. A mistake on Merlin’s part; is flat meant they were alone. By the second night he found himself with a lap full of Arthur and lips pressed to his own in a desperate, nearly pleading manner. And it broke the dam.
Merlin had grabbed at Arthur, holding him close, hands tangled in blond tresses as the kiss turned filthy. All tongue and teeth between them. It was like they couldn’t get enough of each another. Arthur ground himself down, Merlin letting out a rough groan as Arthur’s backside rubbed against his clothed cock.
“Arthur,” Merlin whispered as they parted for breath, peering at the flushed blond teen from under his half lidded lashes. He found himself looking into pupils that were blown wide, let his gaze wander to the flush on Arthur's cheeks. “Fine. You win,” he finally murmured and captured those kiss swollen lips once more with his own.
~***~
Arthur carded his hands through his hair, making random strands stick up and out. He was frustrated and was close to just chucking his laptop and all his research out the window of the flat. He was his own worst critic when it came to things like this, even when Merlin would reassure him that the paper sounded good. He didn’t want just good – he wanted life changing. Arthur knew he was nearing his breaking point with this paper, always the perfectionist who wanted things done early- something Merlin found adorable, but only till Arthur would have a break down.
Arthur looked down at the stacks of papers. They represented nearly half a year of research and still he found himself unable to continue writing. With a frustrated snarl he swept everything off the desk and then slammed his curled fist on the polished surface. He was so tired of just researching and not finding what he wanted. His paper sounded dull to him and that only made Arthur question his own abilities.
“Dammit!” he said aloud to the empty room and his shoulders slumped.
“Hey. It’s all right, darling,” came Merlin voice, as he tugged Arthur’s trembling form into his arms. Arthur hadn’t even heard him come home.
“Shh. You worry too much. You’ll do just fine,” he crooned into Arthur's ear. Arthur fell into Merlin’s embrace; clinging to him for the support he always seemed to give him without hesitation.
“Feel better?”
“Hardly.”
Merlin nuzzled at Arthur’s neck, his hands smoothing down that broad back. Arthur calmed even more, mouthing gently at Merlin’s throat, making him let out a snort of laughter.
“You’re spoiled.”
“You adore spoiling me, Merlin.”
“Is that so?”
Arthur only nodded and pressed himself closer. Merlin’s lithe fingers curled around the faint juts of his hips, thumbs slipping underneath Arthur’s shirt to sweep along his belly.
“How about I spoil you in our bed? Slowly open you up with my fingers till I can push in with one thrust.” Merlin gave Arthur’s neck a nip after he pressed those words into his skin with a kiss. Arthur shivered in anticipation of what Merlin would do to him.
Merlin didn’t wait for an answer, just proceeded to pull Arthur along with him.
“My paper-“
“— can wait. You’ll never finish a thing with how wound up you are.” Merlin cut off the excuse easily as he led Arthur through their flat and into the bedroom. He gave him a gentle push to the bed.
“Undress for me.”
Arthur couldn’t help the shudder that went through him whenever Merlin used that voice. It was the voice he used on his students in lectures. It was gentle yet firm, his deep voice just adding to the delicious tone. Arthur tugged off his shirt, then slipped off his jeans, tripping over himself to get them off as fast as possible.
Merlin smiled and lifted his hand to remove the delicate glasses perched on his nose.
“Now. Lay down on your stomach,” he said softly, walking toward the bed and setting the glasses down on the nightstand. Arthur moved to lay down on the bed. Merlin’s eyes flicked to the tan length of Arthur's body stretched against the dark blue sheets. This sight made his expression soften and lit his eyes with tenderness and love.
Merlin undressed quietly . Then he joined Arthur on the bed, slid up alongside him and let his fingers skim along his body. He pressed a kiss to Arthur’s shoulder. “Lovely,” he mused aloud. Arthur rolled his eyes.
Merlin plucked up the oil, using his thumb to pop open the cap. Immediately the scent of vanilla filled the air. He drizzled it along the seam between those firm cheeks; it caused Arthur to suck in a breath at the cool oil touched his skin. Merlin’s fingers were quick to follow. They were long and elegant. Arthur nearly wanted to write sonnets about them and the magic they created.
Merlin pressed against that puckered entrance, pushing a bit of oil in even as he coated his slender digits. Merlin's lips brushed the back of Arthur’s neck as he propped himself up on his other arm to hover a bit over Arthur. One finger placed more pressure and Arthur groaned as he felt the faint burn of entry. The the finger slipped in till it was buried to the knuckle.
“Merlin.”
“I’ll always take care of you, Arthur,” he murmured against Arthur's skin, emphasizing his words with the push of a second finger. It stole the breath from Arthur. Merlin humming in approval when Arthur pushed back for more. He had a fascination with watching Arthur come undone with just his fingers curled up within him. Slowly he rocked them in and out, gently twisting, silently making Arthur’s body open for him.
With a nip on his shoulder, Merlin added a third finger and Arthur keened sweetly, back arching and pushing onto Merlin’s fingers. Merlin groaned and gave in to the urge to softly grind the hard length of his cock against Arthur’s hip.
“Gods...Look what you do to me, Arthur,” Merlin whispered, desire and need deepening his voice. Arthur only moaned in return as Merlin twisted his fingers and then, without warning, curled them perfectly to brush them against Arthur’s sweet spot.
“Merlin!” Arthur cried out, sound faintly muffled against a pillow. Merlin sat up and knelt over Arthur, drinking in the sight of him writhing on his fingers. He leaned down and touched his lips to Arthur’s ear.
“Shall I make you come like this? Just with my fingers?” he asked, striking that spot once again.
“Merlin..Please! God! Please fuck me!“ Arthur was barely able to get these few words out, thanks to those fingers moving without a hint of remorse. “Please.”
Merlin let out a breathless chuckle, unable to resist such a pleading whimper. “All right, love,” he answered, removing his fingers to wrap them around his own cock. He grabbed the oil and slicked himself just a touch more before he covered Arthur’s body with his own and sank himself with one thrust into Arthur’s pliant body.
“God yes,” Arthur moaned, loving the feel of Merlin filling him. Even after all this time together it never ceased to feel amazing.
Merlin moaned and nuzzled the back of Arthur’s neck as he slowly made love to the man beneath him. He knew Arthur needed this, required something to ground him when he got so stressed.
Arthur started to move with him, alternately pressing back and rubbing his own cock against the sheets. There was no rush and Merlin could feel his heart be filled and then overflow with love.
“I love you, Arthur,” Merlin whispered against the nape of his neck. Arthur’s breath hitched and suddenly he was spilling on the sheets, body clamping down on Merlin’s length. Merlin moaned and followed Arthur with only a couple more thrusts.
The room then was silent but for their panting breaths. Merlin smiled as he withdrew and fell to the side, pulling Arthur to him and kissing his brow.
“You always get so turned on when I say it,” he said softly and Arthur lifted his gaze to meet Merlin’s.
“I love you, you idiot.”
“I love you too, you prat. Always.”
Recipient:
bananahater336Author:
catarottaRating: NC-17
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 2469
Warnings: Age Difference [Merlin 31, Arthur 24], Professor!Merlin, Gradstudent!Arthur, Established relationship, Top!Merlin
Summary: Arthur finds himself nearly breaking down as writer’s block has halted him while writing his dissertation paper. Merlin knows just how to relax him.
Author's Notes: Quite proud of how this came out. I don’t think anyone can resist a Merlin in glasses. Also this kinda follows along the lines of the second prompt I was given. Beta read by J.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to Shine and BBC. I make no profit from this endeavor.
It was the sweet scent of coffee that roused him. Arthur slowly blinked his eyes open and groaned as he realized he'd fallen asleep upon his desk while writing his dissertation paper, an unwieldy thing on the impact of Arthurian legends on the history of England. He sat up, the blanket slipping off his shoulders as he stretched his arms over his head, leaned back in his chair and winced at the ache in his body. Sleeping at his desk was never a wise choice, but happened quite frequently now.
Arthur blinked, now feeling something stuck to his forehead on top of his bangs. With a frown on his lips he lifted his hand and touched a Post-it. He pulled it away, the glue on it not strong enough to pull his hair. He blinked away the last of the sleep and looked down at the little slip of yellow paper.
‘Tried to wake you. But you refused to budge. And you know I’m far too old to try and carry you to bed.’
-M
Arthur chuckled and set the post it down on his notes, making sure he hadn’t accidentally drooled on them in his sleep. He pushed himself out of his plush chair, stretching one more time before he padded out of his study. He followed the scent of coffee into the lavish kitchen that the flat had.
“Good Morning,” Merlin chirped, putting his paper down and smiling at Arthur, azure eyes shining brightly over the delicate rims of his glasses. Arthur couldn’t stop a small smile from touching his lips as he crossed over to the breakfast table, leaning in and kissing him chastely. He pulled back and Merlin chuckled.
“I knew the smell of coffee would wake you. I’m guessing you had an inspirationally spurt that died and you decided to make your desk your bed,” Merlin spoke in a teasing lilt as Arthur sat down in front of his breakfast and coffee that Merlin had made for him.
“Not all of us are already a Professor, Merlin,” Arthur huffed and took a sip of coffee before tucking into his breakfast. Merlin lifted a cup of jasmine tea to his lips, smiling against the dainty edge.
“You’re the one with a kink for older men in a professional environment,” he quipped back then took a sip. Arthur sputtered. He shot his lover a halfhearted glare, Merlin’s eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Don’t give me that look. You’re the one who stalked me when you were just in high school. I thought I wouldn’t make it into my grad program with how much you drove me insane.”
“Did not,” Arthur grumbled around a mouth full of egg.
“I’m just lucky your mother loved me prior to you wishing for me to shag you,” he added, mischief now making an impish smile curl on his lips, cheeks dimpling. This time Arthur coughed and had to wash down the food in his mouth with his coffee. Merlin arched a brow; glasses slipping down his nose a bit. Arthur reminded him of his mother Hunith’s cat, Dragon, whenever he got all huffy. Dragon happened to think Arthur was meant to be his main lap to sit in when they visited during the holidays.
“Of course she loved you. She'd been friends with your mum since before I was even born,” Arthur retorted, though it was a bit weak.
“Yes. I robbed the cradle.”
“Christ, Merlin. No you didn’t. You’re only seven years older than me. You make it sound like we are twenty years apart.” This made Merlin smile.
“Yes. But I’m still older. Don’t make me put your prat arse over my lap and discipline you,” he teased and Arthur flushed, making Merlin’s smile just a touch more wicked. “But then you’d like that. And that’s not much punishment if you go and like it.”
“Shut up, Merlin.”
After breakfast Merlin kissed him goodbye and went to give a lecture. Merlin was Albion University’s History Professor and at the age thirty-one, Merlin was already quite known among the historical society. While their mothers had known each another, his and Merlin’s age difference had made it so they did not hang out together when they were younger.
It was only when Arthur was struggling in his senior year that his mother asked Merlin to be his tutor in history. Arthur was neglecting the subject in favour of the ones he needed to get A-levels in. But it had not just been that. He had come to learn he had no attraction for girls, yet had to hide it. This secret was weighing heavily on his mind.
Merlin had been like a beacon of light. All smiles and long limbs that were graceful yet clumsy. They got into an argument within the first hour of the tutoring and Arthur found himself flustered after Merlin left. He had a crush and it only grew till he got up the courage and kissed Merlin, having learned from his half sister, Morgana (also in uni with Merlin) that his tutor was just as gay as Arthur was himself.
At first Merlin had protested, always pointing out their age difference, but Arthur wasn’t one to give up easily. He kind of began to stalk Merlin when he wasn’t studying Merlin just couldn't get rid of him and soon found it endearing, yet he refused to even consider it. That was until Arthur turned eighteen a week after he passed his A-levels.
Merlin was only human and eventually had to admit he did have feelings for Arthur as well. When both their mothers found out that their study sessions increasingly resembled dates, Merlin was shocked – and maybe a bit relieved - to find that both women were elated.
Ygraine herself had a life partner, Nimueh. This had happened after she divorced Uther, unable to take how distant his work made him, leaving her alone. She found love in her childhood friend. Uther remarried also, a woman named Catrina who was used to the life in the world of business. Morgana was actually from a fling marriage that dissolved before Uther met Igraine. Arthur loved his father, but the man was a bit of a distant figure in his life compared to his mum and Nimueh.
Ygraine was the first to voice her approval of Merlin being with Arthur, and Merlin tried to protest only to have Hunith chime in her consent along with Nimueh. Merlin’s excuses lost their weight and so he finally found himself allowing Arthur to accompany him for dinner some nights. This turned into dinner at Merlin’s flat, which was close to the university. A mistake on Merlin’s part; is flat meant they were alone. By the second night he found himself with a lap full of Arthur and lips pressed to his own in a desperate, nearly pleading manner. And it broke the dam.
Merlin had grabbed at Arthur, holding him close, hands tangled in blond tresses as the kiss turned filthy. All tongue and teeth between them. It was like they couldn’t get enough of each another. Arthur ground himself down, Merlin letting out a rough groan as Arthur’s backside rubbed against his clothed cock.
“Arthur,” Merlin whispered as they parted for breath, peering at the flushed blond teen from under his half lidded lashes. He found himself looking into pupils that were blown wide, let his gaze wander to the flush on Arthur's cheeks. “Fine. You win,” he finally murmured and captured those kiss swollen lips once more with his own.
Arthur carded his hands through his hair, making random strands stick up and out. He was frustrated and was close to just chucking his laptop and all his research out the window of the flat. He was his own worst critic when it came to things like this, even when Merlin would reassure him that the paper sounded good. He didn’t want just good – he wanted life changing. Arthur knew he was nearing his breaking point with this paper, always the perfectionist who wanted things done early- something Merlin found adorable, but only till Arthur would have a break down.
Arthur looked down at the stacks of papers. They represented nearly half a year of research and still he found himself unable to continue writing. With a frustrated snarl he swept everything off the desk and then slammed his curled fist on the polished surface. He was so tired of just researching and not finding what he wanted. His paper sounded dull to him and that only made Arthur question his own abilities.
“Dammit!” he said aloud to the empty room and his shoulders slumped.
“Hey. It’s all right, darling,” came Merlin voice, as he tugged Arthur’s trembling form into his arms. Arthur hadn’t even heard him come home.
“Shh. You worry too much. You’ll do just fine,” he crooned into Arthur's ear. Arthur fell into Merlin’s embrace; clinging to him for the support he always seemed to give him without hesitation.
“Feel better?”
“Hardly.”
Merlin nuzzled at Arthur’s neck, his hands smoothing down that broad back. Arthur calmed even more, mouthing gently at Merlin’s throat, making him let out a snort of laughter.
“You’re spoiled.”
“You adore spoiling me, Merlin.”
“Is that so?”
Arthur only nodded and pressed himself closer. Merlin’s lithe fingers curled around the faint juts of his hips, thumbs slipping underneath Arthur’s shirt to sweep along his belly.
“How about I spoil you in our bed? Slowly open you up with my fingers till I can push in with one thrust.” Merlin gave Arthur’s neck a nip after he pressed those words into his skin with a kiss. Arthur shivered in anticipation of what Merlin would do to him.
Merlin didn’t wait for an answer, just proceeded to pull Arthur along with him.
“My paper-“
“— can wait. You’ll never finish a thing with how wound up you are.” Merlin cut off the excuse easily as he led Arthur through their flat and into the bedroom. He gave him a gentle push to the bed.
“Undress for me.”
Arthur couldn’t help the shudder that went through him whenever Merlin used that voice. It was the voice he used on his students in lectures. It was gentle yet firm, his deep voice just adding to the delicious tone. Arthur tugged off his shirt, then slipped off his jeans, tripping over himself to get them off as fast as possible.
Merlin smiled and lifted his hand to remove the delicate glasses perched on his nose.
“Now. Lay down on your stomach,” he said softly, walking toward the bed and setting the glasses down on the nightstand. Arthur moved to lay down on the bed. Merlin’s eyes flicked to the tan length of Arthur's body stretched against the dark blue sheets. This sight made his expression soften and lit his eyes with tenderness and love.
Merlin undressed quietly . Then he joined Arthur on the bed, slid up alongside him and let his fingers skim along his body. He pressed a kiss to Arthur’s shoulder. “Lovely,” he mused aloud. Arthur rolled his eyes.
Merlin plucked up the oil, using his thumb to pop open the cap. Immediately the scent of vanilla filled the air. He drizzled it along the seam between those firm cheeks; it caused Arthur to suck in a breath at the cool oil touched his skin. Merlin’s fingers were quick to follow. They were long and elegant. Arthur nearly wanted to write sonnets about them and the magic they created.
Merlin pressed against that puckered entrance, pushing a bit of oil in even as he coated his slender digits. Merlin's lips brushed the back of Arthur’s neck as he propped himself up on his other arm to hover a bit over Arthur. One finger placed more pressure and Arthur groaned as he felt the faint burn of entry. The the finger slipped in till it was buried to the knuckle.
“Merlin.”
“I’ll always take care of you, Arthur,” he murmured against Arthur's skin, emphasizing his words with the push of a second finger. It stole the breath from Arthur. Merlin humming in approval when Arthur pushed back for more. He had a fascination with watching Arthur come undone with just his fingers curled up within him. Slowly he rocked them in and out, gently twisting, silently making Arthur’s body open for him.
With a nip on his shoulder, Merlin added a third finger and Arthur keened sweetly, back arching and pushing onto Merlin’s fingers. Merlin groaned and gave in to the urge to softly grind the hard length of his cock against Arthur’s hip.
“Gods...Look what you do to me, Arthur,” Merlin whispered, desire and need deepening his voice. Arthur only moaned in return as Merlin twisted his fingers and then, without warning, curled them perfectly to brush them against Arthur’s sweet spot.
“Merlin!” Arthur cried out, sound faintly muffled against a pillow. Merlin sat up and knelt over Arthur, drinking in the sight of him writhing on his fingers. He leaned down and touched his lips to Arthur’s ear.
“Shall I make you come like this? Just with my fingers?” he asked, striking that spot once again.
“Merlin..Please! God! Please fuck me!“ Arthur was barely able to get these few words out, thanks to those fingers moving without a hint of remorse. “Please.”
Merlin let out a breathless chuckle, unable to resist such a pleading whimper. “All right, love,” he answered, removing his fingers to wrap them around his own cock. He grabbed the oil and slicked himself just a touch more before he covered Arthur’s body with his own and sank himself with one thrust into Arthur’s pliant body.
“God yes,” Arthur moaned, loving the feel of Merlin filling him. Even after all this time together it never ceased to feel amazing.
Merlin moaned and nuzzled the back of Arthur’s neck as he slowly made love to the man beneath him. He knew Arthur needed this, required something to ground him when he got so stressed.
Arthur started to move with him, alternately pressing back and rubbing his own cock against the sheets. There was no rush and Merlin could feel his heart be filled and then overflow with love.
“I love you, Arthur,” Merlin whispered against the nape of his neck. Arthur’s breath hitched and suddenly he was spilling on the sheets, body clamping down on Merlin’s length. Merlin moaned and followed Arthur with only a couple more thrusts.
The room then was silent but for their panting breaths. Merlin smiled as he withdrew and fell to the side, pulling Arthur to him and kissing his brow.
“You always get so turned on when I say it,” he said softly and Arthur lifted his gaze to meet Merlin’s.
“I love you, you idiot.”
“I love you too, you prat. Always.”
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