Merlin tries to swallow and cant, does it again, but the curl of bliss is still too heavy in his

throat, still aching its way through his veins, and so he lets his breath go, lets the deep sigh of it fill the close, warm space between them. He turns his head, slow and languid, opens his mouth over the nearest expanse of skin he can touch and sucks at the pale, sweatsoaked arch of Arthurs throat, licks all he can reach because S good you taste so so good, he breathes, licking tiredly and wanting more. Arthurs fists clench deeper into the bedding by Merlins head, fitful and weak, hot tension trembling up from his grip into his wrists, his arms, shaking across his shoulders and chest as he moves once more, pushes Merlins body harder into the bed. His hips shiver down, a mimicry of a rough, slow fuck, so solid, Merlin marvels, Arthurs so gloriously heavy and and wet, everywhere he touches him. Arthurs cock skids across the low flat plane of Merlins belly, the head swollen and blood-hot and catching at the dark trail of hair leading down between Merlins legs. The friction hurts but fuck, fuck, Merlin loves it. He breathes in deep and cant help groaning up from his throat when he inhales the warm, musky scent of sex and Arthur and sweat hours of panting, gasping sweat, oil slicking every place where Arthurs had his hands on him; his thighs and the small of his back, fingerprint-shaped smears across his shoulder blades, the span of his chest, and even his throat, where Arthur had wrapped one huge, come-soaked palm while he fucked into him from behind, almost too deep, on his knees while Merlin clutched the headboard in front of him, mouth open wide on a hoarse cry and his cheek pressed to the wall above the bed. Arthur had hardly let him breathe, hed been so close, so tight behind him, hips driving hard and frantic like he couldnt get deep

enough into Merlin so hed dragged him back with one hand low on his belly, fingers spread and clutching him close, the other still around his throat, as though he couldnt let Merlin take in air unless he eased his hold enough to let him do it, unless he was part of every breath, and hed braced his thighs, fucked up and in, opening his mouth over the salt-slick curve of Merlins shoulder blade, sucking and biting and letting out something between a roar and a growl when Merlin sank down so hard onto his prick that Arthur felt himself bottom out, maybe finally deep enough that he felt held, wanted like he was finally home again. Missed you, Arthur breathes out now, rough into the shell of Merlins ear, and Merlin sucks harder, sloppier, and he cant help the soft wanting noise he makes as he bites down weakly on the curl of Arthurs collarbone. It makes him quake, the sound of Arthur again his voice and his breath on Merlins body as he moves, the wet slip of their skin sliding together and Merlin spreads his legs wider, cradles him as closely as he can because this God, this. Hell live countless lives and find Arthur in every one of them and lose him all over again. But this will always, always be what he lives for; Arthur rutting on top of him, helpless and frenzied and slow, breathing profanities and hunger and God, Merlin, Merlin and Need you, dont make me wait, please, and Love you I love you, let me in into his skin, into his mouth while he fucks Merlin any way he can, for as long as he can move. Because it will end again; at some point it will end again and theyll have to find each other and this will be new once more. And Merlin will get to feel the desperate clawing of Arthurs hands on him, the blazing slick heat of his mouth and the wild push of his dick as he splits Merlin wide because he cant wait another moment to be here, like this. Arthurs weakening, too; his muscles flex as though theyre melting,

lengthening out with a slow rolling heat under Merlins hands as Arthur breathes exhausted breaths in and out, in and out. Merlin loves that, loves the way the rhythm of it hitches, beautifully, God, when Merlin gives a quiet whine and licks across the wet stretch of Arthurs collarbone. Its messy, the glide of his tongue on Arthurs skin, and it seems to set something off in Arthur; he goes motionless on top of him, mouth falling slack and panting for control for long seconds until Merlin does it again, dips his head to Arthurs throat and mouths at the gentle bulge of strained tendons Christ, he loves tasting the fast throb of his blood taut, soft skin turning slick as he laps with long, noisy licks, like he cant stop. His tongue peeks out from the hot seal of his mouth when he sucks, and it makes Arthurs cock go ragingly hard. He feels fever-hot where he thrusts down against Merlin and moans, Fuuuuck, a stretched, luxuriant sound that rumbles through both of them, makes Merlin try to arch up in response. But hes too weak and he only manages a stuttering push until he feels the head of Arthurs cock drag over the raw slick pain of his hole, searingly sweet, and the hot weight of Arthurs balls settles heavily against his own. Theyve fucked for literal hours; its always like this in the beginning, and Merlin will never want it to be different. Because the hurt of this is precious to him, the part of Arthur that stays with him for long days afterward, and they are the best days of his life, of every one of his lives; when the simple act of breathing in air lets him feel the terrible ache that means Arthur is with him again, hes had him as far inside himself as he can possibly take him and hed take him even deeper if he could. It means that Arthur is his, and no matter where they are, what time they are in, this is what his heart beats for. Not for a kingdom long dead, not destiny or some farflung fantasy of saving a world that will never be innocent again. No, it is this that he breathes for: Arthur Pendragon with his hands buried deep in Merlins hair, clutching and holding, his mouth shocked open when Merlin touches him and breathes the words into

his throat, Fuck me, cmon. Im still loose and sore for you, feel that? Guiding Arthurs fingers with his own and pressing them together against the tender, abused stretch of his arsehole. Fuck me open more, Arthur, please, please into the wet air between them, into Arthurs skin. Shit, Arthur gasps, his hips twisting and his body bucking down slow, powerful, and Merlin splays his thighs just a little more, greedy for this. His head goes back, deep into the pillow at the hot pulling twinge in his muscles. He fights to keep his eyes open, to see Arthurs face so close to his own. Because Arthur is never more beautiful than now, when his hair is soaked with sweat, matted to the soft curve of his temples, the hard edge of his jaw as he bares his teeth and bites down in pleasure and Merlin can watch the work of his throat when he groans Merlins name and fucks in, in, the hot width of him spreading Merlin wide. Arthur pulls back immediately, because hes over sensitized and it hurts, but he needs this, and he groans and shoves back in, so hard that he drives Merlins hips up off the sheets and Merlin cries out, cock spurting in hurtful jerks God, hes fucked dry, empty and still it feels like hell never have enough of this. He plants his feet flat against the mattress and arches up, breath gasping out, and his eyes roll back when he hears the thick, sucking squelch of Arthur moving, pulling out, and Merlin clenches down, tries to hold him deep. Ah, yeah, Arthur breathes. Fucking wet mess for me, Merlin. So full of me And he pumps in again, fingers clawing into the sheets, violent and twisting as he bottoms out once more, cock fat and rock-hard and both of them moaning at the sodden sound it makes. Wanna wanna taste, Merlin whispers, breathless and he licks across Arthurs mouth, swallowing in little tiny gulps as he does it,

and its almost like sucking, Arthur thinks, God fuck. Arthur grazes his teeth along Merlins lip and then pulls out with a hoarse exhale, dick jutting out hard and shiny as he drags himself down the bed. He stops for a moment and nuzzles his cheek against Merlins hip, tired and affectionate, and Merlin finds himself looking down on the dark-gold of his lashes lying in a soft sweep against the hectic color spilling across Arthurs face and feels lost in his want of him, in the need thats always there, far down inside him, even during the years when he doesnt yet know that he is born for Arthur. And he cant wait anymore to taste him on his tongue, feel him hot and alive in his throat. Ar- he starts to say, but its as if Arthur has latched onto the sound of him breathing, the way he pants through the restless hot jerking of his prick, and he pushes one of Merlins thighs up, opening him obscenely wide, and looks down to see the mess hes made of him. God, oh my God, he gasps, grabbing his cock, squeezing until he can breathe again, until he can touch Merlin without coming all over him, right here where hes fucked him loose and tender. He exhales hard and spurts precome with a hot painful jerk, slicks his thumb through it and then rubs the head slowly back and forth over Merlins hole Jesus, he cant help it and the wet-pink rim of muscle pulses greedily open and closed, clasping at Arthur so beautifully. The flutter of it makes Merlin keen high in his throat, writhe down and push toward Arthurs prick and he knows its wanton, knows he looks like a whore when he lifts both knees to his chest and uses his own fingers to gently pull the little slit of muscle apart and he whimpers, holds himself open for Arthur. He gasps out a breath when cool air licks across the abused expanse of skin and Arthur watches a slow, thick dribble of his own come leak from Merlin, loses his breath when it drips down over the pads of Merlins fingers to pool on the sheet beneath him, and it makes something possessive rise up in his chest; seeing what hes done to

him, how hes fucked Merlin absolutely raw until he looks used, until he should be aching all over with the pain of all that theyve done. But Merlin is greedy, begging Arthur with little broken whispers to Let me taste let me Arthur, God, God. Arthur leans down until hes pressing his mouth to Merlins open hole, sucking slowly, slick tongue sinking in deep, and Merlin starts to shake at the soft, hot pressure of him licking, reaching deeply inside him and pulling out, over and over again. Arthur doesnt breathe for several long seconds as he tongues him, fucks him like hes insatiable, twisting his head to get more, hungry, sloppy thrusts, before he pulls all the way out and licks all around his hole with sleek little slurps and flutters between Merlins fingers, gathering all the come he can possibly find and letting it pool in his mouth. He finds more, puddled on the sheet beneath Merlins spread thighs, smeared thick in the groove of his hip and he licks it all up with soft, flicking brushes of his tongue. He begins to crawl back up the bed on quivering arms and Merlin is dragging him up, up; hands grasping and slipping on his sweatslicked shoulders and he cant get a grip on him, so he tangles his fingers into Arthurs hair and pulls him close any way he can, mouth open already for Arthurs before he finally moans and licks at Arthurs jaw because its wild and frenzied and he cant control the slip of his hands, the quaking of his arms and he misses what he wants that mouth, the way it will taste, he needs this. And Arthur God. Arthur goes still above him, grabs for Merlins hands and winds their fingers together above Merlins head, presses him down to the bed with his body and silently locks eyes with him. Theres a tiny dollop of come at the corner of Arthurs mouth, and Merlin is abruptly mesmerized, his lashes flutter and he tries to focus on it, on the pearly glimmer of it against vivid red, the way Arthurs keeping his lips pressed firmly together because hes filled his mouth full. So Merlin opens up, lets his jaw go slack on a soft

mewling groan as Arthur dips his tongue between his lips and feeds him slow, slow little licks of come, reverent and careful, his breath softly shivering as he does it and Merlin sucks, lets it all trickle into his mouth as slowly as Arthur will give it to him. The taste of them, its overwhelmingly good, and Merlin feels it hit his veins like a hot pour of nothing but Arthur, pure and raw and strong. He licks and licks, nothing moving except his mouth, his tongue, trying to take small bits at a time so this will last, but he can feel Arthurs impatience, the hunger in him rising like something wild and dangerous, barely in Arthurs grasp anymore. Arthur holds himself taut, lets him suck the last trickle of come from his mouth, and when Merlin pushes his tongue in deep, searching for traces of more, Arthur gives a rough groan and shoves down at the hips, blindly nudging the tip of his cock against Merlins hole. He writhes down with a ragged push, desperate now to fuck, for Merlin to let him in. Merlin spreads his legs wide and drags his thighs up to wrap Arthur to him, feels the hot mess of semen smearing from Arthurs mouth and across his own, his throat coated with the thick warmth of it all. Arthur brings his hands down the bed and closes them around the backs of Merlins thighs to open him wider, and he sucks at Merlins mouth, tongue fucking in and sweeping, licking out, and Jesus, Merlin thinks when he pulls back Arthurs mouth is smeared slick, red and swollen, soaked with come and them and Fuck me, he gasps, deep, deep from his throat. H-hard Arthur fuck me. Christ, fuck He drives down with a gruff shout, buries himself balls-deep in the hot clutching heat of Merlin, and then keeps pushing, brutally hard, his hands coming up to tangle in Merlins hair and hold him in place beneath him, because I cant Merlin I cant s-stop, he gasps, hoarse and desperately afraid that hes Im hurting you, he says, I cant And as he pumps in harder Merlins body curls up into a steep arch off the bed and

Arthur strains to hold him down, listens to Merlin beg him in a low filthy whisper, N-no, never never enough, Arth- and he groans out a long, wanton cry, broken by the force of Arthur driving into him so deep that he cant get air, and so Merlin does the only thing he can think of to make him know he twists his fingers into the hair at the side of Arthurs head, drags his mouth down to his own and licks in, breathes the words in huffed punches of air, Yessss, fuck me raw, Arthur, come on. Need God, more And Arthur isnt even thrusting now, isnt even pulling back, hes just grinding down and in, keeping Merlins lower body up off the mattress with the force of it and wondering if he will ever, ever feel enough of Merlin. If he can fuck him deeply enough that Merlin will still feel him like this, hours, days, years from now, like an ache that never stops throbbing. And he wonders, when he feels Merlin shiver around him and give a shrill cry when the pain of a dry orgasm wracks mercilessly through him, he wonders how long eternity actually is and if it will always feel this good to live through it. Arthur relishes the spasming grip of Merlins body, leans down to lick the taste of it from his gasping mouth, and then he locks his eyes on the sight of his cock, rampantly hard where he fucks into him, glistening slick and shoving too hard, and he feels Merlin fall limp, feels his legs drop away from his hips and listens as Merlin moans for air, every breath a pitiful, shaking plea for Arthur to take all he wants. Arthur knows hell come just like Merlin had; hes fucked dry and its going to hurt like nothing ever could, but hes so hungry for the pain of it, and when Merlins head lolls to the side and his mouth drops open with the shock of Arthurs next thrust, Arthur comes so hard that the world greys out, orgasm convulsing through him from his head to his feet, endless and blinding as his body seizes up too hard. He pushes in again, with all the strength he has, still with his hands deep in Merlins hair and he knows hes blacking out, the world is dropping away, but Merlin is still shaking, his body is still grasping at Arthurs cock with little twitching pulses

and Arthur feels each one like a fracture of sweetness, clings on until he goes under, lets the dark take him down to the feel of Merlin lapping softly at the sweat of his neck, slow, slow sucks that lull them both away. But only for a while...

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