Insanity
Author: digthewriter
Title: Insanity
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin. Arthur.
Summary: Merlin can't help himself.
Warnings: Sexual content.
Word Count: 165
Prompt: 135: Mistake for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: I've had very little time to write on my hands so this is a pointless drabble that may or may not become a thing. (Dude, the amounts of things I start)
This was a mistake. A mistake. A very big mistake.
Looking into his eyes as he fucked Merlin; staring at his mouth as he moaned his name.
What a very big mistake!
Merlin should have let him just bend him over. He should have insisted on turning out the lights. No, he shouldn’t have allowed Arthur to spend the night.
This was all a very big mistake.
“Why do you hate me so much?” Arthur asked in the dark as he wrapped his arm around Merlin’s waist and pulled him in.
Merlin didn’t answer, because, he didn’t have one.
He didn’t hate Arthur. He hated himself. He hated who he became when he was around Arthur: Needy. Desperate. Not good enough.
He shook his head and slipped out of the bed to enjoy a fag on the balcony. Not locking the balcony door behind him was also a mistake. It hadn’t been five minutes until Arthur had joined him and then they’d repeated their mistakes.
This has a sequel of sorts
Title: Insanity
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin. Arthur.
Summary: Merlin can't help himself.
Warnings: Sexual content.
Word Count: 165
Prompt: 135: Mistake for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: I've had very little time to write on my hands so this is a pointless drabble that may or may not become a thing. (Dude, the amounts of things I start)
This was a mistake. A mistake. A very big mistake.
Looking into his eyes as he fucked Merlin; staring at his mouth as he moaned his name.
What a very big mistake!
Merlin should have let him just bend him over. He should have insisted on turning out the lights. No, he shouldn’t have allowed Arthur to spend the night.
This was all a very big mistake.
“Why do you hate me so much?” Arthur asked in the dark as he wrapped his arm around Merlin’s waist and pulled him in.
Merlin didn’t answer, because, he didn’t have one.
He didn’t hate Arthur. He hated himself. He hated who he became when he was around Arthur: Needy. Desperate. Not good enough.
He shook his head and slipped out of the bed to enjoy a fag on the balcony. Not locking the balcony door behind him was also a mistake. It hadn’t been five minutes until Arthur had joined him and then they’d repeated their mistakes.
This has a sequel of sorts