Kink Me! #23
Kink Me! #23
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"Mostly," Merlin admits.
Part of Arthur wants to make up something ridiculous, something a kid might believe about sex, and see if Merlin falls for it. But then he thinks of something better, something that sets off a dangerous prickle of arousal low in his belly.
"Hey," he says. "Wanna watch some porn?"
"Huh?"
"Porn," Arthur says slowly.
"With - with you?"
"Jesus, Merlin," Arthur says, laughing more gently this time. "I'm asking you to watch it, not make it. If you don't wanna, fine. I watch with my mates sometimes." Which isn't technically a lie. They just haven't done it since they were old enough to have their own laptops.
Merlin scrubs a hand through his hair, making it even messier than usual. "Uh, sure. I guess."
Arthur's not sure when the idea of fucking around with Merlin took root. It might have been what Morgana said, or the time Merlin thought he was alone in the house and actually ventured into the pool and turned out to be all lean flat muscles and pale skin, knifing through the water. Or it might only have been ten minutes ago, making him blush and thinking, huh.
Whatever, it's not a bad lookout that he's already steering Merlin into his bedroom. It's dark red inside, Arthur not having to open the curtains yet. Or make the bed, he notices vaguely as he nudges Merlin towards it and fiddles with his laptop. When he looks back, Merlin is sitting on the very edge of the bed, looking around Arthur's room with wide eyes.
As the film starts to play Arthur drops onto the bed next to Merlin, a little closer than strictly necessary, and he can feel the heat of the day pouring off Merlin's skin, through his clothes.
When Merlin sees two men on the screen he blushes and says, "Oh, I - oh."
"I've probably got some straight if you'd rather - " Arthur offers.
"Oh," Merlin says, a bit too quick. "No, no. This is, uh - cool."
The film rolls on. It's nothing that special but the one on the bottom is dark and pale and slender and Arthur can't help casting pointed glances between Merlin and the screen. Merlin's hands move uncertainly, sometimes clenched in the sheets, sometimes pulling at the seam of his jeans, dragging them taut across his leg, making it obvious.
When Arthur reaches a hand over to touch Merlin's thigh it's tense and tight.
"I - don't," Merlin says, but he doesn't sound distressed just - confused.
"Sorry," Arthur says, not withdrawing his hand and actually creeping it a little higher under the pretext of giving Merlin's leg a comforting squeeze. "You like this film?"
"Um. I - " Merlin's not even looking at the screen now, eyes zeroed in on Arthur's hand instead.
Arthur stretches one finger out to touch the stretch of denim over his crotch. Merlin swallows a whine and Arthur says, "You're turned on, aren't you? Want some help?"
Merlin makes a shaky noise and ducks his head. Arthur supposes he can't, in all good conscience, pretend that was a nod.
"What's wrong?" he asks, leaning closer, so Merlin can feel the press of their bodies together. "Don't you like me? Morgana said she thought you did, but - "
Merlin flushes and Arthur can feel the heat of it coming off him. "I - I like you well enough, but - "
"Well, then," Arthur cuts him off, squeezing gently with the hand he has on Merlin's thigh. "We like each other. It's okay."
"We - you do?"
"Sure. C'mere, Merlin, let me kiss you."
Merlin looks charmed by that and he half-turns towards Arthur. Merlin's mouth is just like the rest of him, awkward and shy and wanting. Arthur has to coax Merlin's lips apart, swallow down his surprised little noise at his first taste of Arthur's tongue. He sets his hand on Merlin's ribs, feeling then expand sharply with his rapid breaths.
Merlin's sort of hesitantly into it, his hand clutching Arthur's forearm one minute only to drop away the next and feel the grip Arthur has on him instead. His mouth is sweetly soft inside and he makes soft sounds when Arthur bites at his tongue or sucks on his fat lower lip. He's all nervously responsive and Arthur's not sure why that's so hot but Jesus.
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