[ At the end of the day, Arthur is one who fights for love. A terrible bastardisation of that timeless cliche, equally as likely to snap and bite as he is to kiss and soothe. Merlin is one of few ever to see through to that, and most certainly the first for whom Arthur has openly devoted both to.
He'll be the last as well. There was never anyone before and will never be anyone after. (This, Merlin doesn't know. Not yet.)
Arthur hums into the kiss, still smiling, and uses their tangled legs to roll on top of Merlin, pinning their joined hands beside his head. A soft brush of their noses, and quick teasing kiss to his lips. ]
What about this?
[ Another brush of their noses as he tilts his head and licks along Merlin's lower lip. ]
Or this?
[ A kiss to the corner of his jaw, a light suck at the sensitive skin below his ear. ]
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He'll be the last as well. There was never anyone before and will never be anyone after. (This, Merlin doesn't know. Not yet.)
Arthur hums into the kiss, still smiling, and uses their tangled legs to roll on top of Merlin, pinning their joined hands beside his head. A soft brush of their noses, and quick teasing kiss to his lips. ]
What about this?
[ Another brush of their noses as he tilts his head and licks along Merlin's lower lip. ]
Or this?
[ A kiss to the corner of his jaw, a light suck at the sensitive skin below his ear. ]