[Merlin has to pull back and take a deep breath. He wipes his mouth, awe filling him at Arthur's begging.]
God, Arthur...
[His hand lingers over the swell of Arthur's arse, thumb brushing over the puckered hole. Then, without warning, he presses the tip of his thumb in--just enough for Arthur to feel a stretch. It teases at the area, just like his tongue did only moments before.]
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God, Arthur...
[His hand lingers over the swell of Arthur's arse, thumb brushing over the puckered hole. Then, without warning, he presses the tip of his thumb in--just enough for Arthur to feel a stretch. It teases at the area, just like his tongue did only moments before.]