Drabble: Supple (Arthur/Merlin, NWS)
Summary: With one hand he undoes Arthur's belt, the leather worn soft with age.
AN: my thanks to bewarethesmirk for inspiration. And Phoebe, who can probably guess why.
Supple
Merlin pushes him against the table, pressing deep impatient kisses into his mouth, one hand already tugging at his belt, shoving up Arthur's shirt.
Arthur touches the soft skin of Merlin's stomach, his hot eager body, but Merlin steps back, his eyes dark and intent. Arthur knows his own strength, how easily he could tug Merlin into another kiss, could flip them and fuck Merlin, willing and open with his back against the smooth hard table.
Merlin takes one of his hands, thumb brushing a delicate caress. They both watch as Merlin slowly wraps the leather belt around Arthur's wrist.
AN: my thanks to bewarethesmirk for inspiration. And Phoebe, who can probably guess why.
Supple
Merlin pushes him against the table, pressing deep impatient kisses into his mouth, one hand already tugging at his belt, shoving up Arthur's shirt.
Arthur touches the soft skin of Merlin's stomach, his hot eager body, but Merlin steps back, his eyes dark and intent. Arthur knows his own strength, how easily he could tug Merlin into another kiss, could flip them and fuck Merlin, willing and open with his back against the smooth hard table.
Merlin takes one of his hands, thumb brushing a delicate caress. They both watch as Merlin slowly wraps the leather belt around Arthur's wrist.