Beneath
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Arthur had made far too many people moan in his life, had made far too many knights and ladies squirm, and writhe beneath him, made them breathless and quiver until they could remember nothing but his name, his touch, his lips—he'd done it many times over, he would admit.
But it was so much different when it was Merlin beneath him—when it was finally Merlin beneath him, after so long of just imagining Merlin beneath him—moaning his name, breathless and demanding and still so fucking cheeky in the way he looked up at Arthur from under his long lashes, pupils blown and brow full of sweat, lips swollen, cheeks pink and—god, the way he yanked Arthur down for an open mouthed kiss pushed him over the edge, Merlin's name leaving his mouth that night a strangled mess that made Arthur never want to be like this with anyone else ever again.
The number of people he'd made moan and squirm with pleasure beneath him didn't mean anything anymore when the only person who had ever done such a thing to Arthur in turn was Merlin.
Merlin, who was making Arthur moan and God, plead and beg for more more more.
Merlin, who was more Merlin than he'd ever been when he rolled them over without a word of warning to straddle Arthur's naked form before Arthur could truly come undone, denying his master what he wanted most just then with a pleased smirk on his face.
Oh, he would pay for that later, Arthur was going to make sure, but for now the action just made Arthur think that he was too Merlin and that was too wonderful with his teeth on Arthur's neck and his hands wandering and warm and far too fucking skilled at what they were doing.
It was safe to say that Arthur had never done anything like what Merlin was doing to him just then to anyone else, and he was almost grateful for that, as each new press and touch and taste was exciting, rather than predicted and routine, and left him at a loss for how the hell Merlin was doing that—God.
He rather liked being beneath Merlin more than he did Merlin being beneath him, he decided all too quickly, and it was going to need to happen again, and happen often.
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