Fraught Goodbye | By : Dragonheart Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 5322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Fraught Goodbye
Just when Arthur thinks he might have got a good idea on Merlin and how his mind works, something happens to make him question it. In this instance it troubles him.
Merlin has him pressed down on the sheets of his bed and puts most of his weight upon Arthur's right side because his left carries injuries from the Questing Beast. He pushes his face into Arthur's neck, kisses and licks the flesh there in quick, desperate movements. One of Merlin's hands reaches up to drag his fingers through Arthur's hair while the other clutches the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white. Underneath him, Arthur writhes and moans with his legs spread and hooked over Merlin's shoulders. Merlin's hips roll and jerk in an unsteady rhythm as he pushes his cock harder and deeper inside him. The shirt Arthur wears has been pushed up to expose his stomach as much as possible without bringing discomfort to his injured arm and Merlin is without his jacket. He was only just able to drop it to the floor before he pinned Arthur down and stripped them both of their trousers.
He's had rough, somewhat awkward sex with Merlin before, but there's something different about him which bothers Arthur. Something about him hasn't been right ever since he entered his chambers, but then Arthur had thought Merlin was just being, well, Merlin. But now he notices things like how Merlin doesn't look at him, just keeps his face pushed against Arthur's neck to kiss him, lick him, nip him, gasp and moan. There's something different about his movements, something which seems so frustrated and distressed in the way his hips move and how his fingers push through his hair to grasp and tug at it.
"Merlin-"
But every time he starts to question it, Merlin pushes into him, harder than before, and bites his shoulder. It leaves Arthur with his head rolled back and a moan slipping from his throat as he lifts his own hips towards Merlin, wanting more of that movement and feeling. He keeps trying and it becomes some sort of fight. Arthur bears his teeth, hisses and groans and tries to speak. But he just can't because Merlin thrusts his hips and presses against something inside Arthur which sends a flash of heat and a jolt of pain shooting through his body.
He manages to pull his right arm from where Merlin's weight is upon it and fist it through that black hair of his. He pulls to force Merlin off his neck. There is resistance at first, but Arthur tightens his grip and twists his wrist. With a groan of pain, Merlin is pulled up to look at Arthur.
Arthur feels something cold stab at his chest when he sees Merlin's eyes. They're wet and full of everything the movements of his body have been; anger and desperation and anxiety. It's a state Arthur has never seen Merlin in, not so severely, and there's something about it so disturbing it hurts.
"Merlin-"
"Don't." Merlin shakes his head. "Just."
He never finishes. Just pushes his lips against Arthur's. He repeats the actions he carried out upon Arthur's neck; kisses, licks and nips until his mouth opens and Merlin pushes his tongue inside. Merlin keeps kissing him hard, scrapes his teeth against Arthur's jaw and pushes his tongue as deep as he can into his mouth. They part with only enough time for both to take another gasp of air before he's back again.
Merlin's movements become more frantic. Arthur clings tightly to the back of Merlin's neck, arches up into him, gasps and pants. When he comes, he cries out into Merlin's mouth. Then he's glad Merlin parts their lips and removes his tongue from his mouth, because he needs to gasp for air while his head rolls back into the pillow again. Merlin's head bows but doesn't go back to being pressed into Arthur's neck. His hips jerk and then he comes inside Arthur, groaning his name.
He shifts, withdraws his cock from Arthur's body and then lies almost on top of him again, spent. Merlin tangles their hot, sweating limbs together and then starts to trail light kisses over the marks he's left on Arthur's neck, which he hopes will have faded by morning.
Arthur lays and lets Merlin to do it. He allows himself a small moan every now and again when Merlin shifts to rub their hips together or runs his tongue up his neck. Merlin's breath keeps hitching, but Arthur can't think what makes him afraid to ask why.
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