[ Arthur arches and writhes with each touch, hands fisted in the sheets and head bowed. Broken cries fall easily from his lips, sounds he never makes, never this vocal, but he feels filthy, spread open and soaking by Merlin, for Merlin.
By the time Merlin finally stops, sweat has soaked and curled the hair at Arthur's nape and his cock feels filled to bursting, like the slightest touch might break him. He's never felt this strung tight, and he wants Merlin now more than ever before. ]
No, and I won't be until you fuck me.
[ He growls, but it's desperate, ragged with his panting, and Arthur shakily rises to his knees, arse in the air and waiting. ]
I'm ready, I don't need - fuck, I can't - just, please.
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By the time Merlin finally stops, sweat has soaked and curled the hair at Arthur's nape and his cock feels filled to bursting, like the slightest touch might break him. He's never felt this strung tight, and he wants Merlin now more than ever before. ]
No, and I won't be until you fuck me.
[ He growls, but it's desperate, ragged with his panting, and Arthur shakily rises to his knees, arse in the air and waiting. ]
I'm ready, I don't need - fuck, I can't - just, please.