A/N: whos a good update-er me well not really (not at all actually), but enjoy the nice chapter very nice chapter it is nice because boys u_u here you are darlins as promised

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A golden opportunity appeared to sneak away from the game, as a boy dressed in a sailor costume invaded our space to shout that Morgana had brought out a gigantic cake. It wasn't for anyone's birthday or shit, it was just a giant cake. Just because. The game we were playing split up quickly, most kids getting up to follow him, giving us the leeway to slink off from the crowd. I guided Merlin to the front of the house, deserted now, as everyone was now inside the party. Led him up the stairs, and into a room I remembered from when I was younger.

The room had been left almost exactly as I remembered, sunny yellow walls, and a huge bed that Morgana and I would stay up late reading storybooks on with a flashlight. Except, all those books had been tossed out, leaving an empty bookshelf where they should have been. That didn't dampen the airy feeling of happiness that washed over me in that room. It was only amplified by the fact that Merlin was with me, kind of sharing the space.

After locking the door behind us, I stumbled over and collapsed onto the bed, arms splayed out over the soft sheets. Someone probably still cleaned out the place every week or so; the room was devoid of dust, and the blankets smelled freshly cleaned.

"Thank god we got away from that," Merlin groaned, following my example and sitting heavily on the bed next to me. After a second or two he fell back, bouncing slightly as he hit the mattress, hands limp against his chest. "At least we got rid of those costumes," he added.

"Yeah." That lion tail had been itchy.

"Do you think they'll look for us?"

"I doubt it."

"That's good..."

I hummed my agreement, exhausted from the party as it had gone so far. Shuffling with my pockets, I pulled out my phone (which somehow I still had) and turned it on. Wincing slightly at the bright light in the otherwise dark room, my eyes made out after a second that it was almost eleven thirty at night.

"Shit, it's late. How'd that happen?"

"What time is it?" he asked, stretching his hands his head.

"It's eleven twenty-six."

"What? How?!"

"No fucking clue..." Turning my phone off, I discarded the thing onto the floor, sure that the carpeting wouldn't break it.

"The whole school's got to be here," Merlin commented.

"Yeah. I bet."

"God they're loud downstairs..."

I stared up at the ceiling, the music vibrating the house every other beat. It was almost undetectable, but as for the sound of cheering teenagers, he was right. It was way loud downstairs. You could probably hear the music from my house. But at the moment, I didn't care too much; the proximity getting to me. I was here with something in mind, which had been on my mind for the past week or so. Making the decision, I turned over, situating my limbs so I sat over Merlin like a cage. Hands and knees pressed into the comfort of the bed, eyes level with the ones below me.

He didn't look surprised. In fact, Merlin smiled, pulling me down to kiss him by the collar of my shirt.

That was the point in which everything snapped back into place. We were horny. We'd been holding out for a week, unable to touch for more than a couple minutes at a time. We could do anything we wanted.

And so that's what happened. Merlin didn't waste time in shrugging his own trousers off, fumbling with the belt buckle and looking down at his progress. I tried the same while the lithe boy was distracted, pulling my shirt off quickly and threw it so it hung off the end of the bed, starting to work my jeans off as well.

Merlin caught me off guard while I was trying to get off my trousers, lifting a knee to rub back and forth against my thigh. I went limp for a second, falling back onto my hands over him at the sudden contact.

"Nnn...keep doing that..."

"Can't you say please every once in a while?" Clad only in boxers now, Merlin wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me down flush on top of him. Our mouths clashed sloppily, as we were both grinning comically wide, and I was having trouble supporting myself above him as not to completely crush the brunette.

It felt so fantastic to do this with no restrictions, no worries on consequences or if someone might barge in.

Ah. I did lock that door, right?

Yeah, I locked the door.

"Did I...mm...l-lock the door?" I managed between snogging the boy below me, attention flitting as I glanced worriedly over to it.

"Yes, yes you locked the bloody door-" Merlin growled, pulling me back down. The concern on our privacy vanished instantly.

I couldn't help smirking, crooking one arm over Merlin's head so I could use the other to pull my trousers completely off. Looking away, I got up off of the other to get them over my knees. As soon as I tossed them onto the floor, Merlin jumped me, pressing fervent little kisses on the back of my neck. The touch of lips tickled, like little butterflies almost, and he continued to place more on my neck until I fell back down onto the bed. He climbed on top of me now, the places switched, Merlin propping himself on his elbows to comfortably mold his mouth onto mine. The kiss was slow, the only reason to pull away being to press back even harder.

I brought my hands up to cup his crotch, making circular movements with open fingers; Merlin initially flinched at the touch, but sunk into it after a second, moaning softly.

"Mmm, that's..."

I took the opportunity to flip us over yet again, straddling Merlin's legs and letting out a short laugh of victory.

"I win-"

"Oh, fuck you," Merlin muttered, annoyed by my maneuver, and instead of complying pressed back on my chest. I went along with it, moving back until I felt the headboard flat against my bare skin. He settled in my lap, the weight making us both stifle moans. Winding his fingers into my hair, mussed now from all the activity, he nuzzled into my neck and bit slightly. Not hard enough to mark. I wanted it to leave a mark, though. And what I wanted was to give him one in return.

Attempting to retake control of the situation (in retrospect, quite fucking stupidly) I squirmed out from under him, dick obviously hard and jumped feverishly off the bed.

"What the fuck, Arthur?"

"I uh, have to get the...lube..."

"Oh. Right, yeah."

Rifling through the pockets of my jeans, I couldn't seem to find it. Pushing aside panic, I tried again, finding it the fucking last pocket I checked-could that have been any less efficient? I'd prepared this time, discreetly buying a small bottle of lube at the department store. I kind of wanted to do this right. Lotion worked last time, but it was a last-minute scramble.

Merlin had gotten comfortable while I searched for the bottle, leaning back on his hands. Watching me, no doubt, as I had struggled through the pockets of my trousers.

"Wow," Merlin sighed.

"What?" I rolled my eyes, assuming that he was referring to how unproductive the last minute had been.

"No, I just...you're perfect. How'd you end up with me?"

The question made me flush even redder, crawling back onto the bed with the bottle.

"I could say the same for you. I've had to fend off a shit load of pricks to keep you." I shook my head. "All I know is...well, I don't plan on letting you go...that was really fucking cheesy," I sighed, giving up on my attempt to be romantic.

"Completely..."

Leaning closer to him, I fully intended to pin him down and ravish his lips again.

But before I could initiate anything, he moved away from me; sat back, and started stripping out of his boxers. The gray ones I'd seen earlier this evening. Except this time, I could stand to watch him, because in this room alone with him we could do whatever we damn well wanted. It just felt so satisfying. I sat on my knees, leaning forward to clasp my hands around the back of his neck. I tilted my head and pressed my lips feverishly to his, pushing him back. Merlin bounced up on hitting the bed, completely bare now- and warm. Really warm to the touch, I noticed, while pressing him down against the mattress. He reached up, with the intention to take my boxers off as well.

"Merlin," I objected, but he didn't listen, tugging them off with ease. Then, without breaking, he kissed me and wrapped his hand around me- "Merlin-" my tone was quite different now. Especially when he started moving his hand up and down, pausing at just the right moments. And he played that to his advantage, dipping his tongue just barely into my mouth, taking the lead. "Oh...god, thats..." I moaned, my arms weak not just from supporting myself over Merlin, but also from what he was doing. And wow he was good at it.

"You're wet..." Merlin said breathily, letting go of me to examine his fingers. He flushed dark.

"S-so are you, idiot..." I kissed him again, taking the opportunity to situate myself between his legs.

"I'll do it," he protested, somehow flipping our positions yet again. He straddled my hips, reaching for the bottle knocked towards the edge of the bed.

"You'll do what?"

"Everything."

That's...not what I'd expected. Merlin proceeded to lather a sufficient amount of lube onto his hand, rubbing it between his fingers. I could only lay there in anticipation, wanting so badly to take control...Merlin seemed set on it though. No way was he going to back out of it. I couldn't see, but could assume by the look on his face that he was pre...paring... himself. He looked embarrassed, but somehow confident in the dim lighting as he bit back sounds. Physically had to chew on his lower lip, face painted a deep shade of pink.

Containing myself for a few minutes, senses drinking in the boy on top of me, I waited for him to stretch himself out. I almost gave in to moaning along with him, as the heat he emitted fed into my want. Merlin suddenly seemed to hit that one spot, letting out a gasp and falling forward slightly.

"A-are you okay?" I managed, brushing a hand against his thigh. Partially for comfort, part because I really wanted to touch him.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, dropping his head limp. "Mmm... h-hold on a sec...ond..."

I swallowed, taking a deep breath and...

Wow.

Merlin sunk into my lap, letting out a loose string of moans and gasps as I entered him.

"Hot...it's hot..." I groaned, in terms of temperature, not looks. Though the latter also applied.

"Arthur, go," he whimpered, bent so his hands were on either side of my chest, fringe draping across his face.

I took his words as meaning I should move. And I did. Grabbing his hips, I thrust upward in a fluid motion.

Merlin's mouth opened in an "o" shape as I did it again, and again, lifting my hips off the bed. His arms gave way in supporting him, Merlin collapsing against my chest and shaking from overwhelming stimulation. The room felt hot and sticky, only adding to the feeling.

Flipping us over quickly, I gave him a break from sitting on my lap. He clutched at the sheets, eyes tightly shut. Situated, I pulled out and thrust back into him again.

"Fuck," we both cursed in unison, voices shot with evident carnal lust.

"D-don't stop-" he moaned, wrapping his legs around my waist. It was an arousingly familiar position.

I did as he told, starting up a pace that made my knees feel weak. Mouth open, drawling sounds and curses just as much as Merlin did; between our vocals, the downstairs party would have heard if the music hadn't been so loud. Leaning down in haste, I sought out Merlin's lips yet again move roughly against his. Merlin complied in kissing back, though both our efforts were deferred by every break we took to gasp for air.

We took turns growling, whimpering, gasping, and moaning each others name over and over as the bed rocked back and forth. The whole range of vocals. All other thoughts shut out, the essence of pleasure built up equally in our systems as I continued to thrust in and out and shit I can't take much more... I took hold of Merlin's cock as I felt us near the edge, my hand slippery as I moved up and down. Relishing the sudden sensual moans leaving his lips, each sound seamlessly flowing into the next.

It was only a matter of time before we were shouting, noises of sex considerably louder than before. My limbs were shaking, the incredible jolts of pleasure becoming all too much.

"Arthur, Arthur I-I'm-"

"M-me too, ah-"

"Arthur-"

"Merlin!"

The indescribable high we shared endured as we gasped and shivered, releasing the tension that was the white sticky mess onto each other. Pleasure at its greatest measure slowly faded, the once involuntary trembling of muscles turning to exhaustion as I rode out the orgasm. Going limp on top of Merlin, I kissed him deeply again as a conclusion before laying down next to his panting form.

We were quiet, only listening to the sound of the other breathing in and out. fast, tired pants that overtime returned to normal breathing.

"That...was..." Merlin couldn't finish, still trying to win his breath back.

I could only nod slowly, unable to use my voice just yet. But I knew exactly what he meant.

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After cleaning up after ourselves, dressing, and saying a couple goodbyes, we left Morgana's party for my place next door. The walk would have taken five minutes, but in actuality it was more like ten due to our leisurely, carefree demeanor.

I snuck into my house past two in the morning, keeping Merlin hot on my heels.A key was hidden in a box inside the bushes that lined the walkway, I used that, and punched in the code on the door. The beep and metallic unlocking noise that followed was deafening compared to the rest of the world being so still and silent. Muscles tense and stepping cautiously, I opened the door and let Merlin inside. It took longer than necessary to close the door behind us, the latch the loudest sound in the house as it locked. Looking around, it seemed everyone was asleep. No angry father, no servants mulling about. It was that late. Or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it.

Despite the absence of company, we were cautious climbing the stairs to be as quiet as possible. It's harder than it sounds. But sooner thankfully rather than later, we made it up to my room. I shut the door behind me, letting out a breath I'd been holding for a while.

"Made it."

Merlin hadn't been back in my room for as little more than a week, though it felt like ages. Years. I turned on the lamp on my desk in the corner, giving off enough light so that we didn't run into the furniture. We took our time winding down, going through brushing teeth and discarding our socks and shoes. I strode over to my dresser, rifling messily through its contents to find something to sleep in.

"Do you just want a shirt?" I asked, pulling out two. "I don't know if I have extra pants..."

"That's perfect, thanks..." he said, choosing the green shirt over the white one.

I changed, just pulling on soft sweats over plain boxers. Merlin ended up in wearing the green shirt and his boxers, the shirt I lent him much bigger than I'd thought it would be. It was pretty cute, I had to admit, the way it reached halfway down his thighs. I tugged at the hem of the fabric, teasing how skinny he was; Merlin snapped back a comment on how I was probably jealous of his good looks.

"You're my boyfriend, right?"

"Yes? And?" Merlin smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

He didn't deny it or anything.

"I want everyone else to know. I'm tired of waiting, Merlin."

I think he expected as such.

"Mm. Yeah." He looked away. Thinking. Then seemed to make up his mind in a split second, snapping his fingers when he turned to face me again. "Okay. Monday. Lets do it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm fucking fed up too. Let them think what they want, I don't give a shit."

I grinned, nodding while pushing all doubts aside. My father's opinion could rot. Whatever he wanted concerning Merlin could go fuck itself.

"Let those girls know. The girls who hit on you after football practice."

"What girls?" I asked, tilting my head a slight amount.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No really, I haven't bothered to notice, I guess..."

Flopping onto the bed, I'd laid down in my usual spot, hands folded under my pillow. Merlin sat next to me, against the headboard, chatting away like it wasn't two, nearly three in the morning. Probably near four, at this point. We talked for a little while more about anything that crossed our minds. That one girl's overachieving costume at the party. The game next Friday, since this weeks had been cancelled. How fucking stupid Gwaine looked in that purple shirt and clown nose.

The longer I listened, the less I talked, and in turn I grew tired. Listening patiently to Merlin rattle on, a content smile set in place.

Then he stopped talking. He shifted over, climbing on top of me and straddling my hips. Merlin gently took my face in both hands, tilting it to the right to lock his lips comfortably with mine. He did that thing with his mouth. Tongue. Both. Rocking slowly back and forth, I could feel his hair brush across my forehead with each movement.

I wanted to kiss back, and hug Merlin around the middle to pull him flush against me.

Wait.

"M-Merlin...shit, Merlin, wait."

"Hm?"

"Wait a minute..." I said softly, barely audible. He still held his face close to mine, so I couldn't look anywhere else but straight up at him. "Can we just lay here?"

Merlin opened his mouth slightly at my words, perhaps just to breathe. He smiled, leaning close again; I wasn't sure if he understood what I'd said. Or heard. Maybe he didn't want to listen. But instead of continuing as he did before, he kissed along my jaw before falling slack at my side.

"Yeah. Okay." He smiled in confirmation, sitting with his back to the headboard.

I sighed, laying on my side so that I could graze my fingers against his arm. He was warm.

Sorry I can't stay up longer.

"Are you really that tired?" Merlin asked, not accusatory, but instead rather affectionate.

"Mmm."

"You're such a baby," He laughed, a sweet sound but too loud for the dead of night. As if thinking the same thing, he caught himself, covering his mouth. "It's only three in the morning," he teased, quieter now.

"Sh' up." I couldn't hide a slight smile, burying my head farther into the pillow.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but Merlin seemed to need my words. He laid gingerly down on the bed, drawing his fingers lightly through my hair while my eyes were closed. Hardly conscious, I could have been asleep. Merlin obviously thought I was. What brought me back to awareness was when he went to get off the bed, the weight next to me suddenly gone. I missed it.

"You can...sleep in mine..." I whispered against the pillow, hardly awake. Hearing him stop in response, and a content sigh, the weight of Merlin's body was suddenly next to me again. As if he'd never left. I sensed him pull the thick blanket over the both of us, settling down close to my side.

Opening my eyes just the slightest, the first and only thing that came into focus was his face. Merlin looked back at me, a lazy smile drawn and blue eyes set on mine. My eyelids felt heavy. Shifting my arm, I managed to wrap my hand around his waist, but didn't have enough energy to pull him closer.

Hey beautiful.

"Well you're pretty nice looking yourself," Merlin grinned.

I guess I said that out loud...

"I love you." It was soft, maybe a whisper. I didn't really comprehend the words leaving my mouth. I didn't think too hard about it. It just seemed a natural thing to say. I love you. I'd thought about it so many times, wanted to tell him. "I love you, Merlin," I repeated, just to make sure I had actually said it out loud.

I was too tired to judge his reaction. Too tired to even think. I could be wearing the softest pajamas in the world, in a palace by the sea with Merlin as my fucking princess or something and I wouldn't care...I couldn't bring up the energy to. So I had no idea what Merlin was thinking, unable to muster the will to open my eyes again. I did, however, hear him sigh.

"You prat," he laughed breathily, and I could almost feel him blushing, the heat radiating off his cheeks. "I love you, too."

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