Kink Me! #18
Kink Me! #18
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When Merlin sucked him all the way down, he fell back onto the mattress and hazily thought that this was the best birthday ever. Then Merlin stopped, leaving Arthur panting and wanting and still so hard, before crawling up the bed and fucking Arthur down into the mattress until he saw stars.
When they finished, Merlin sprawled across his chest, idly tracing the curve of his hip. “Happy birthday,” he murmured, and Arthur pulled him close and kissed him as the sound of “Friday I'm In Love” wound around their naked bodies.
Merlin laughed as Arthur sang along quietly, but his laughter caught in his throat when Arthur stared into his eyes. As the song finished, Merlin dipped down, his tongue capturing the words that Arthur could sing but not say.
“I love you too,” he breathed into Arthur's mouth.
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His breath catches in his throat, a painful, shuddering sound. The empty glass of bourbon at his elbow tempts him to fill its mocking depth with sweet oblivion …
But he has to be sober and ready for dinner in less than two hours-barely enough time to shower and get there if he'd been in DC, and he's been told that New York traffic is even worse. And his father will kill him if he blows this deal, if the investors refuse to support their proposal for a New York-based branch of Camelot Consulting.
His hands are trembling, his eyes burning as he stares dully at the photograph. He shouldn't have brought it. He should have left it buried at the bottom of his sock drawer in DC. He should have used the trip as an excuse to forget … everything.
It should be easy to forget. Everyone else in his life is more than capable of forgetting whatever needs to be forgotten-such as his father, who arranged this trip, conveniently forgetting that today is his birthday.
But he can't forget. He's never been able to.
He can't forget the approaching meeting, or that his father is counting on him. He can't forget that he's thirty years old today. He can't forget the past eight years, or the four before them. He can't forget the photograph.
He can't forget Merlin.
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“I love you too,” he breathed into Arthur's mouth.
Lovely and sad. More soon, pretty please?
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