Drabble: so quite new a thing (Arthur/Merlin, NWS)
Summary: He keeps biting his lips, that pleasure-pain lighting his face, until Arthur has to tug him down -- oil-slick fingers slippery and strange against bare skin.
so quite new a thing
It's still awkward and difficult. Merlin sinks down another inch, with maddening slowness, head falling back with a groan that's as much pain as pleasure. He keeps biting his lips, eyes closed, until Arthur has to tug him down -- oil-slick fingers slippery and strange against bare skin -- kissing him roughly.
Merlin pulls back, pressing his damp hot forehead against Arthur's, curled forward in a way that cannot possibly be comfortable.
"While we're young," Arthur whispers, because it's that or acknowledge the absurd rush of tenderness he feels. Merlin huffs out a laugh.
Who knew buggery would be so much work?
so quite new a thing
It's still awkward and difficult. Merlin sinks down another inch, with maddening slowness, head falling back with a groan that's as much pain as pleasure. He keeps biting his lips, eyes closed, until Arthur has to tug him down -- oil-slick fingers slippery and strange against bare skin -- kissing him roughly.
Merlin pulls back, pressing his damp hot forehead against Arthur's, curled forward in a way that cannot possibly be comfortable.
"While we're young," Arthur whispers, because it's that or acknowledge the absurd rush of tenderness he feels. Merlin huffs out a laugh.
Who knew buggery would be so much work?