unwaning | Emerson's Cell

[ 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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