unwaning | Emerson's Cell

[For the time being, Merlin simply tips his head back, eyes closed, and enjoys the feel of Arthur's lips against his skin. With Arthur's weight on him, his heat seeping through the few layers of clothing, there is little room to focus on anything else.

Rocky as the beginning of their friendship was, Merlin never expected he'd find this much security in their friendship, let alone in their relationship. Surprising how the person who had made him doubt himself so much in the beginning can now make him feel so loved, giving him the strength to square his shoulders and face anything thrown at him.]

Arthur. Arthur, please.

[Merlin whispers, trying to catch Arthur's gaze imploringly. He gives an experimental tug at his hands, testing Arthur's hold on them.]

Let me touch.

[ Arthur looks up, the sky finding the ocean the instance he hears 'please,' to find that place where they connect and feel the tug of gravity between them. How easily he does fall into this man. A small smile breaks onto his lips and he slides his hands down to kiss the pulse point in each of Merlin's wrists, to savour the steady beating of his blood that keeps his heart next to Arthur's.

Slow, tender, taking his time to pour his love into Merlin's skin, and then he holds Merlin close and rolls them both again until he's laying on his back and Merlin is above him. Arthur places his hands at Merlin's hips, slipping his fingers beneath his shirt to rub his thumb at the dip of his hipbones, and grins. ]

Go on, then.

[ I'm all yours. ]

[A wave of affection washes through him, and Merlin spends a moment simply smiling down at the man who's taken over so many parts of his life. Then he wastes no time taking up Arthur's offer.

One hand pushes Arthur's shirt up while the other leaves feather light touches, finger tips skimming across his skin and catching on his nipples. His lips and tongue follow soon after, tracing the same paths his hand had taken just seconds ago.

He dips his tongue playfully into Arthur's belly button, then sits up, tugging at Arthur's shirt again.]

Let's get this off you.

[ His lips part in a quiet panting, breath coming heavy as he keeps his eyes trained on Merlin through his ministrations. He wants to watch, wants to see every second of Merlin taking him apart, but the touch of tongue to sensitive nipples has his head falling back on a moan. Light sensations, all teasing and electrifying, his entire body stirring to life beneath Merlin's lips.

He chokes out a laugh at the brat tong using his navel, grinning as he sits up to help in his shirt's removal. But only until the fabric is freed from his hands, and then he's lifting Merlin's shirt in turn. ]

Fair's fair.

[ Which is why he leans in to raspberry the flat plane of Merlin's stomach just beneath his belly button. He grins cheekily as he flops back against the pillows. ]

[Merlin chokes back a laugh at the ticklish sensation, pulling the shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor when he stops squirming.

It's with a warm smile that Merlin runs a hand through Arthur's hair before he leans down to kiss Arthur. When he pulls away, it's only to nose at Arthur's jaw, leaving little butterfly kisses along the way.]

I love you.

[Merlin whispers, closing his eyes and nuzzling Arthur's neck.]

[ Arthur keeps his own fingers buried in the soft tufts of raven black hair at the back of Merlin's head as he kisses him, eyes closed with a contented humming as he enjoys the feeling of their bare chests pressed together and Merlin's lips against his skin. ]

I love you.

[ Not a too, but a soft sigh. Not a sentiment returned, but a statement, a fact, that he feels on every inhale, every exhale. Shared breaths in a shared space. It just is. ]

[The soft sentiment makes Merlin kiss Arthur deeply, tongue twining with Arthur's playfully, intimately. His hand works at Arthur's trousers, tugging it low enough for him to slip in and curl lightly around Arthur's cock.

Unlike the faster, more impatient pace he might take normally, he strokes Arthur slowly, fingers barely grazing the sensitive skin as they pass by. Merlin kisses Arthur's lips once, twice, before sitting up with a soft expression.]

Tell me what you want.

[ Arthur melts so thoroughly into Merlin's kiss, he doesn't even notice the unfastening of his trousers until there's the startling warmth of fingers on sensitive skin. His aborted moan is lost to Merlin's tongue, hips hitching instinctively in search of more friction, but his range of motion is limited, pinned as he is beneath Merlin's weight.

He likes it. For one whose composure and control is paramount during the day in his business of cutthroats and liars, Merlin peeled that offensive layer away and left a man that craves Merlin's touch, Merlin's gentle affections. Arthur likes this feeling of ownership, of belonging. He's not trapped beneath Merlin; he's home. ]

Fuck me. I want - ah - [ Arthur squirms, wanting more from those clever fingers. ] - you tease. I want you inside me.

[His eyes never shift from their focus, drinking in the sounds and open, unguarded expressions playing across Arthur's face. This is his doing. Arthur, squirming, losing his control, it's because of him.

Merlin kisses Arthur again to hide his giddy smile, keeping his hand moving at the same slow, teasing pace.

With Arthur spread out like he is, Merlin only manages to push trousers down to a certain point, the fabric bunching against Arthur's skin. Merlin pauses to ghost his fingers over Arthur's hole.]

Turn over for me? Let's get these trousers off you.

[ Arthur inhales sharply as the hint of fingers at his entrance, back arching in response as though Merlin's sent a bolt of electricity through him. He sits up, then, to bury a hand in Merlin's hair and kiss him deeply, body still tensed and shaky with pleasure when he pulls away panting. ]

I suppose, if I must.

[ Such a hardship. He kisses his grin into Merlin's lips before turning over as instructed, folding both hands beneath the pillow with his head turned to the side and eyes closed, relaxed in preparation for the incoming touch of Merlin's beautiful expert fingers. ]

[His fingertips skim over the sensitive skin again, as Arthur probably expects, then the touch is gone. What follows instead is a dip in the bed as Merlin moves and a soft exhale. Then the light touch of lips to Arthur's nape. Merlin's hands stay warm and steady at Arthur's side as he meticulously kisses his way down Arthur's spine.

Once he reaches the tailbone, Merlin pulls away in a daze, all his senses filled with just Arthur. Merlin kisses the tailbone again, smiling. He has every intention of fulfilling Arthur's request, but...there's something else he wants to do for his boyfriend first. Merlin gently spreads Arthur a bit wider for better access, breathing hotly over the hole. Then, without warning, his tongue follows, licking a slow stripe over the area.

Merlin pulls back just enough to gauge Arthur's reaction, ready to pull away if Arthur seems even a little uncomfortable.]

[ The tingle of kiss-warmed lips across his sensitive back brings a small smile to Arthur's lips, his squirming beneath Merlin's ministrations pressing his trapped cock into the mattress with just enough pressure to leave his head in a fuzzy haze of pleasure and lust. He melts into it, putty in Merlin's hands, and waits for - waits -

- for the heat of Merlin's breath to quickly chill in the exposure to cold air, but Arthur's gasp is swallowed by the sudden flush to warmth and wet and he jumps up onto his elbows to rasp; ]

Oh, God.

[ A startled cry, of pleasure at a sensation he's never known, something new and thrilling in a dangerous sort of way. Arthur's face burns hot, embarrassed but impossibly aroused at the same time, his cock leaking beads of precome onto the sheets. Part of him distantly wonders if this isn't wrong or gross, but the other part, the larger part, says no, no and; ]

Yes, Merlin - you -

[ He doesn't know what he's saying, or even what he's trying to say. His mind's wiped clean by the brush of Merlin's tongue, leaving him gasping for breath and mindless with pleasure. All he knows is that he wants more, more of whatever Merlin is willing to give him, anything, everything. ]

[That's answer enough for him. Merlin gets right back to work, alternating between blowing teasingly at the hole and laving at it with his tongue. Only, this time he holds nothing back, applying himself to the task with enthusiasm.

When he cannot ignore the soreness in his jaw, Merlin pulls away, kissing the small of Arthur's back.]

All right?

[ 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.

[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.]

No, no, oh God, Merlin, yes -

[ Aimless babbling, breath long gone to leave him with choked sobs in its place. His entire body trembles and shakes, but he follows the pull of Merlin's hands onto, fuck, his fucking tongue, opening him up and filling him with something that isn't nearly enough and too much at the same time.

Arthur feels filthy, ruined by this sinfully wonderful sensation, this piece of himself that Merlin takes and claims because Arthur is his to own, and suddenly Arthur wants to taste, to know the essence of himself heavy on Merlin's tongue, to fall apart and be put back together by Merlin's hands, his lips and his cock. Tears of frustration and want and need burn at the corners of his eyes even clenched shut as they are with his head bowed, and Arthur weeps. ]

Merlin, Merlin, please -

[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.]

[ He hiccoughs with a surprised inhale, pressing back instinctively against Merlin's hand. ]

Not enough.

[ Arthur shakes his head against the pillow with a muffle growl ( grumble? maybe a whimper ). ]

It's - stop teasing me, you arse - it's not enough.

Impatient.

[Merlin teases fondly, rubbing at Arthur's back soothingly with one hand. The other remains at the swell of Arthur's arse and presses first one finger, then two into Arthur. He crooks his fingers experimentally.]

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