Day Ninety Three

Merlin lowered himself onto Arthur's hardness, inch by glorious inch. The heat and slight twitch Arthurs cock gave as his tightness engulfed the blonde had Merlin breathe out an involuntary huff. How could one person fit inside of him so perfectly? Because it was Arthur, that's why. Arthur seemed to be specifically built to make Merlins toes curl in a million different ways.

Looking down into blue eyes glazed with arousal, Merlin gave a small squeeze, smirking at Arthur's wince of holding it together as he fully seated himself. They had indeed fucked and sucked each other breathless on countless occasions since Arthur stormed into his kitchen demanding his whereabouts when he'd had his "big Arthur freak out". Merlin couldn't fathom the amount of times they'd been naked teasing each other to orgasm in the last month – one hundred? Two? Not quite enough really.

Breathing in, Merlin began to move slowly – the friction as Arthurs knees curled up behind him urged him to move faster, but he wanted it slow. He wanted to make Arthur hold as long as he could – he wanted Arthur out of control with desire and begging to come. As Arthur tried to thrust up, Merlin pushed down, holding the position so thrusting was almost impossible. He clenched while moving himself back and forward, a moan tearing through Arthur's throat, Merlins echoing moan the only tell that he was ready to lose it himself.

'Babe, you're killing me,' Arthur managed to get out as his hand grasped Merlins cock which bobbed with each movement. Merlin hissed at the grip, realising if he wanted Arthur to come undone – this wouldn't help, because all he wanted to do now was get jerked off whilst fucking down on his Prattish neighbour….fuck buddy…lover…boyfriend.

A flash of memory - Arthur before him, open and ready came unbidden as Merlin rocked against Arthur, the jerk of hips bucking, making Arthur reach deeper than before. Merlins train of thought derailed as butterflies of desire and a heady weight settled in his belly – he wanted to do something to Arthur – something they'd only ever done a few times before. Arthur had to be in the right frame of mind. Through hooded eyes, Merlin gazed at the chiselled perfection of his deepest desires and knew tonight was one of those nights.

Instead of making this last, he pushed down firmer, riding Arthur – hard. Arthur's hand lost its grip on Merlins cock, which Merlin was thankful for – he needed to be ready for what was coming.

Sweat beaded on Merlins forehead, wetness formed and trickled before he could raise a hand to wipe it away, at least he was getting fitter – he hoped. Finally he let Arthur buck upwards with the full extent of his leg muscles and Merlin almost lost control of his plan - falling with the sensations ready to thrust him over the edge – he held on – just.

Arthur came with a hoarse cry, filling Merlin with his heat, the sensation almost indescribable. How could bloody Arthur Pendragon coming inside of him feel like home? Merlin grabbed the base of his own cock quickly, holding his orgasm at bay – which was almost impossible when a blonde god was lying underneath him, cock spasming deep into his arse. Oh gods - the thought of that alone was going to get him off.

Arthur reached for Merlin's hardness, question clearly in his eyes, 'you haven't….'

'No…I'm painfully aware of that – I'm saving it. You need to be in my shower, now…'

Wide eyes full of expectation with a touch of trepidation held his for a moment as comprehension dawned. A lazy cocksure grin appeared; dissipating any form of uncertainty, because of course a Pendragon couldn't appear unsure. Arthur jumped up once Merlin gingerly moved then proceeded to touch a tender kiss to Merlins cheek making his chest thump with something unsaid, before flicking his arse and running down the hall hollering for Merlin to hurry. He was not unlike a kid being told Santa had visited.

Fuck – it hit him, and not as unexpectedly as he thought. Merlin utterly and categorically loved this preposterous man.

Arthur glanced at the picture above Merlins bed as he waited for the brunette to follow.

'So who's the hottie that posed for you – should I be jealous?' Arthur smirked then found Merlin's flush adorable – maybe he shouldn't have asked – he actually didn't want to ruin the mood if it was an ex.

'So – uh, you remember the day you saved me from the roof?' Arthur nodded, '…shirtless…' Merlin half mumbled.

Arthur swung his eyes back to the picture, heart thumping and face burning in pleasure. Merlin had sketched him – then gone and fucking hung that sketch above the space he slept in every night. This perfect man was going to kill him.

Snaking his hand around the back of Merlins neck he pulled him in for a ferocious kiss, 'like I said – a complete hottie.'

Merlin's muffled laugh made Arthur's chest pump as he kissed back, hands running rampant over Arthur nakedness.

Suddenly Arthur was manhandled into Merlin's shower by the lean yet deceptively strong brunette as shivers raced down his spine at the thought of what was about to happen. They had no clear lines on who topped or bottomed – they went with the flow, but somehow they naturally went with Arthur balls deep in Merlin nineteen times out of twenty. Arthur wasn't sure when he was going to bring up to Merlin that he was the one and only person to do this to him. Arthur had never bottomed for anyone – period. It was too reckless, too out of control – too personal. So what made Merlin different?

The heat of the water and Merlins firm hands massaging his back relaxed Arthur's muscles further, a nudge of movement from his spent cock should have surprised him – it didn't. Merlin could do this to him. No-one else managed to get him half hard again in such a short space of time. He wasn't eighteen anymore and his refractory period had been non-existent in the last 6 years – but Merlin made him feel like a teen again.

'Do you know how many times I jerked off in here listening to you on the other side of the wall?' Merlin husked as he pushed Arthur face first towards the tiled wall, blue and white paisley patterns lining his vision.

'Hopefully as many times as I did…you were so slow on the uptake – I almost had to bang the wall down to get your attention some nights,' Arthur snarked, then gasped as Merlins slick finger pushed into him, filling him easily. He heard a slutty moan leave his lips.

Finger after finger followed as Arthur tried desperately to grip the slick tiles in front of him. It was no use; Merlin had him right where he wanted - Arthur suddenly his play thing. It should have induced panic – yet he cherished this odd chance to be out of control. Uther would not be impressed. He cut all thoughts of his father before they had an impact on his libido.

Then Merlin leant forward, trailing open-mouthed kisses against Arthurs back, sweet and sure. Just as Arthur leant into the ministrations a hard slippery cock nudged his loosened hole. Tensing slightly as he couldn't help it, Merlin pushed in slowly – too slowly as Arthur growled over his shoulder. Merlins responding chuckle making him feel like a needy bitch. Then all thought stopped as sensation took over.

He was full, stretched and pushing back for more, seeking that elusive feeling his subconscious craved. As Merlin slid almost all the way out then slammed back in, Arthurs hand fell to his side vice gripping Merlins taught thigh. Merlins staccato gasps breaking the incessant splash of water on tiles.

'Perfect – just - so fucking perfect,' Merlin grunted; Arthurs blush hidden as he dropped his head towards his chest. He didn't want to admit it – but Merlin made him feel cherished and worthy – he'd never had that before. It was intoxicating, making him light-headed.

'Fuck, Merlin, so good…love you…' Arthur ground out, only realising his blunder as Merlin's hips stuttered and all movement stopped.

A feeling of panic ushered by regret washed over Arthur, what the hell was he thinking – stupid cock and pent-up feelings making him lose his mind. While his mind came up with expletive after expletive at his emotional outburst - he almost missed Merlins whispered, 'me too…I mean love you – not that this feels so good – which it does – oh fuck it…'

Relief warred with disbelief as Merlins rambling gave way to fucking Arthur in earnest, eliciting punching gasps from deep in Arthur's throat. Merlin loved him – him. How on earth did he manage to capture this "unicorn" of men? Arthur knew immediately he would be calling Merlin his unicorn, because he'd hate it….but not tonight.

Merlin's thrusts began an erratic dance of losing control as Arthur clenched and Merlin slammed into him once last time, spasm after spasm racking his lean frame. Arthur still half hard, didn't care – his heart was full.

Merlin pulled out of Arthur, spinning him where he stood. Faltering slightly on the slippery floor, Arthur managed to remain upright. Apprehension fled as Merlin leant in, a brilliant grin plastered on his artists face.

The kiss was messy, full of saliva, moans and unspoken promises. Arthur had never felt anything quite like this – happy and complete.

'Do you think we will like our new neighbours when we move in together?'

Arthur threw his head back and laughed, 'Well I liked you enough in the end…'

Merlin looked thoughtful for a moment and Arthurs breath caught at how gorgeous the brunette was. 'Forget it – we're moving to the outback of Australia - no neighbours.'

'Agreed,' Arthur smiled and kissed Merlin tenderly, 'Now let's go pick up Boba Fett from the post office before he destroys the place…Or you know - instead we could look at those panties Will said you had.'

Merlin's cheeks flamed red as he sauntered to the bedroom and reappeared a moment later, a pair of black and red silk panties hanging from his index finger. Arthurs cock came fully to life almost jerking hard enough to pull something.

'Yep – you are going to be the death of me…' he whispered stalking towards a smirking Merlin.

Boba Fett did not get picked up for another 3 days – but in the grand scheme of things he honestly didn't mind.

~End~

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