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Summary: Arthur loves Merlin's scent. A/M.
A/N: Hello! This was inspired by a comment my flatmate made about nuzzling. Hope you like it!
Merlin's Scent.
Arthur is obsessed with Merlin's scent. It captivates him, drives him wild. Whenever he catches the faintest whiff, his mind instantly derails as he is lost in a haze of lust.
The younger male smells of the earth. Of wood smoke and herbs. And of something wild and raw. It is powerful. Undefinable. Addictive.
Arthur cannot get enough.
As they lie sleepy and sated in the king's bed, Arthur brushes his nose across soft, smooth skin, breathing deeply. Merlin stays still, lost in a warm haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
There are spots on Merlin's body in which his scent is concentrated, stronger. Just below his ear, for instance. The backs of his knees. Between his legs. Arthur lingers in those areas, nuzzling his lover tenderly.
"What're you doing?" Merlin had once mumbled, half asleep.
"Smelling you."
"Why?" his lover's face held that confused frown that Arthur would never admit to finding adorable.
"Because I love your scent," he felt a rare wave of vulnerability. "Does it bother you?"
"No," Merlin sighed contentedly. "Feels nice."
So the king went back to breathing the other in and Merlin gradually fell asleep to the feel of Arthur's exhales whispering across his skin.
Merlin never comments again, just lies until Arthur has his fill and curls around him again. Arthur sleeps best on these nights, surrounded by that enchanting scent.
Arthur is obsessed with Merlin's scent. It captivates him, drives him wild. But it also calms him. Whenever he catches the faintest whiff, he feels safe.
Merlin smells of the earth. Of wood smoke and herbs. And of something wild and raw. It is soothing. Perfect. The scent of love.
Arthur cannot get enough.