Kink Me! #20
Kink Me! #20
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Arthur laid in bed, arms curled around the sleeping form next to him, eyes trained on the pale face that rested on his chest. Merlin. He was certainly the most...unusual servant Arthur had ever had. Never followed orders, talked back and, for some reason, found Arthur just as attractive as Arthur found him.
They'd started their relationship slowly at first, tip-toeing around the subject and moving around each other in tense silences. Then there'd been kissing and touching and now, this. Merlin hadn't let him take his clothes off--not even his shirt, not at first. He hadn't even let Arthur put his hands on the flesh that he was just aching to touch, the stretches of skin and muscle he was dying to get his hands and lips on.
But tonight, for some reason, had been different. They'd had their goodnight kiss as usual, tender and sweet with just a hint of passion. Arthur had pulled back, looking into Merlin's eyes, wishing he could know what was going on in the other man's head. Then Merlin did something unexpected. He took Arthur's hand in his and guided it so his palm rested just underneath Merlin's shirt, right above his hip.
Arthur had stared at him, eyes wide as he slowly moved his hands underneath the shirt and placed his lips on Merlin's once more. His fingers curled on the hem of shirt while his other hand helped Merlin out of his jacket. They broke apart, breath coming fast as Arthur quickly stripped Merlin in order to admire the large expanse of pale skin.
But as he took in the sight, Merlin folded in on himself as if expecting a punishment. Arthur could do nothing but stare, shirt clenched tight in his fist. Merlin was covered in scars. Some big, some small, but they were all over the other man's body.
"Who..." His voice cracked, filled with rage. "Who did this to you?"
"...no one." Merlin replied, fingers curling around his biceps. Arthur threw the shirt to the floor, reaching out to touch him. Merlin flinched away and Arthur's heart clenched. What could've happened that made Merlin to be so afraid, to not want him to see his scars?
"It's okay. Please, just... Can I?" Merlin nodded and Arthur moved, fingers grazing the first scar he saw. It was smaller, located on the right side of Merlin's chest. It looked pretty new, all pink and shiny. His fingers trailed all over Merlin's skin, touching each scar and wondering how a simple servant could have so many.
When he was done inspecting the scars, Arthur grabbed Merlin and pulled him close, crashing their lips together. He didn't know how to say it, how to put it into words, but he tried to comfort the other man as best as he could. Used his actions to let Merlin know that, in his own way, he was still beautiful. That Arthur still wanted him, still wanted this.
He knew that he longed to find out how Merlin had gotten the scars, wanted to hurt whoever had inflicted such wounds upon him, but Merlin would tell Arthur in his own time. Arthur just hoped that one day, Merlin would trust him enough to tell him.
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Merlin's hesitation to show off his scars was a little bit hearbreaking, but wonderful. and supporting and protective arthur sets my heart aflutter every time. I couldn't be more thrilled with this.
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I love this part, the way you eased them into love: "They'd started their relationship slowly at first, tip-toeing around the subject and moving around each other in tense silences. Then there'd been kissing and touching and now, this. Merlin hadn't let him take his clothes off--not even his shirt, not at first."
Great job first time anon! Keep at it!
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