[Hearing, seeing, Arthur so wrecked makes Merlin's throat tight with want. He presses his forehead down against Arthur's back, absently kissing the damp skin as he tries to recover.]
Just a little more.
[Arthur doesn't get more than a few seconds to processes that before Merlin's tongue is pressing insistently against his hole again, the tip circling the outer ring of muscle. Then Merlin keeps Arthur still as he wiggles his tongue in. Once he's repeated the action a few times, Merlin grips Arthur's hips tightly and rocks him back, using the movement to fuck Arthur open with his tongue.]
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Just a little more.
[Arthur doesn't get more than a few seconds to processes that before Merlin's tongue is pressing insistently against his hole again, the tip circling the outer ring of muscle. Then Merlin keeps Arthur still as he wiggles his tongue in. Once he's repeated the action a few times, Merlin grips Arthur's hips tightly and rocks him back, using the movement to fuck Arthur open with his tongue.]