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"So do you prefer men or women?" Merlin asked.
"You can't keep copying my questions," Arthur said, annoyed.
"Sorry, didn't know that was part of the rules," Merlin retorted sarcastically, his speech becoming slightly slurred. "I'll think of something else."
"No. Don't bother. I'll answer it: I prefer men. But I'll have a drink anyway," Arthur said, snatching the flask from Merlin's hand and tipping it back.
Merlin waited for the next question. Arthur was drumming his fingers in irritation on his thigh. He looked focused, as he did just before attacking an enemy with a sword. Merlin braced himself.
Arthur shot him a piercing look. "Why did you really leave Ealdor?"
Merlin's heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Was this why Arthur was asking him all these questions? Did he know about Merlin's magical abilities?
"I can't tell you," he said, holding out his hand.
Arthur clung on to the flask. "You're not playing the game, Merlin. You can't just sit there getting rapidly drunk and refusing to answer any questions."
"All right, then," Merlin said. "I'll answer your earlier question. The drink I took then can count as my drink for this question."
Arthur reluctantly agreed.
"Men," said Merlin.
They held each other's gaze for a few moments. Merlin wet his lower lip with his tongue, and Arthur swallowed hard. "My question," said Merlin, his voice sounding strangely rusty. "What's your favourite position?"
"What - in battle, you mean?" Arthur snapped, as quick as a whip.
"No. In bed."
"Why the hell should I tell you that?"
"It's just part of the game," Merlin insisted. "If you don't want to tell me, have a drink."
Arthur glared at the flask, and started lifting it to his mouth. He seemed to be wrestling with something. Eventually, he muttered: "I just can't say it", and his cheeks flushed red. Merlin was amazed. He felt ashamed for having embarrassed Arthur, and at the same time rather aroused. What was it Arthur couldn't say?
Arthur knocked back several mouthfuls of the liquor. "I've had enough of this game," he said.
"One more question each," Merlin said. "Then we'll stop."
Arthur looked belligerent after his latest drink. "All right then," he said loudly, gritting his teeth. Merlin had no idea what Arthur would ask, but he knew it would be vitally important.
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Merlin forgot to breathe. He watched Arthur twisting the flask around desperately in his fingers. "Yes," he said.
Arthur closed the gap between them in an instant and kissed him. He tipped Merlin on his back and landed on top of him, invading his mouth with his tongue.
He moved down to Merlin's neck, nipping with his teeth and sucking. Merlin managed to breathe out: "Is this what the game was about? You wanted to seduce me?"
Arthur sat up, breathing heavily. "Is that your final question?"
"No," Merlin replied. "It's just conversation."
"A fine time for a conversation, Merlin," Arthur said, rolling his eyes but smiling. "I don't know what it was about. I suppose I hoped…"
"Fair enough," said Merlin. And he grabbed the back of Arthur's neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
Arthur sat up and grabbed the hem of Merlin's tunic. He lifted it and dragged the tunic over Merlin's head. Merlin groaned at the feel of Arthur's warm hands on his cool skin.
Arthur peeled off his own shirt and looked at Merlin again. Merlin could see uncertainty in his eyes. He lay down beside Merlin and reached for his wrist. Pulling gently, so Merlin could easily resist, he tugged Merlin on top of himself.
Merlin sat back on his haunches and looked down at Arthur. He looked so hopeful and desperate at the same time. "I'd like to ask my last question," Merlin said.
"Go ahead. Ask it."
"Arthur, do you want me to fuck you?"
Arthur groaned. "God, yes," he replied huskily.
Merlin bent down and kissed Arthur's mouth and neck, and stroked his chest, flicking his nipples with his thumbs and smiling when they responded to the stimulation.
Merlin could feel Arthur's erection poking his thigh. He undid Arthur's breeches and pushed them down to his knees, and Arthur kicked them off. Merlin ran his fingers over Arthur's cock, squeezing lightly and then harder, as Arthur groaned encouragingly.
Arthur took Merlin's other hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking his fingers. He guided his hand between his legs, to his anus.
Merlin tried to insert a finger, but it seemed so tight. He was reluctant to force it, but Arthur, his voice cracking, urged: "Do it." And Merlin poked one finger into the tight ring of muscle, and then another.
Arthur pushed himself down on to Merlin's fingers, groaning and gasping.
After a while, he pulled at Merlin's arm, and Merlin withdrew his fingers.
"Now I want your cock," Arthur said breathily.
Merlin undid his breeches, and his cock sprang out. He guided it to Arthur's arsehole and pushed the head of his prick steadily inside. It was so tight, so hot. Merlin's arms started to shake where he was supporting himself, and he flopped down on to Arthur's chest. He gripped Arthur's hips and tried to drag himself further inside.
Arthur lifted his legs around Merlin's waist, and it became a bit easier. Merlin pushed with all his weight, and forced his cock inwards until it was completely enclosed. They stayed motionless for a few moments, letting the sensation wash over them.
Then Arthur pushed Merlin's hips away, forcing his cock to pull part way out of his arse. "Push in again," Arthur demanded.
And Merlin thrust back in, all the way up to the base of his cock in one fluid movement. They both cried out. Then Merlin's hips seemed to take over, thrusting in and out of Arthur as he set up a mind-blowing rhythm.
Arthur's cock was stiff, and he stroked himself to a climax. The way his anus squeezed and pulsed around Merlin as he came was almost painful. Merlin paused for a few seconds, allowing Arthur's orgasm to die down, and then started thrusting again in earnest.
He pounded into Arthur with increasing force until his own climax hit and he collapsed on top of him.
In the morning, he was still lying on top of Arthur. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the discarded flask of Geneva liquor.
Arthur woke and looked to see what Merlin was gazing at. He smiled.
"I guess we know the answers to a few more of those questions now," he murmured. "You are definitely not a virgin - at least, not now. And you've discovered my favourite position. There's just that Ealdor question to settle."
"That'll keep for another time," Merlin replied, bending his head and kissing him.
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you got me with that line :)
that was fantastic
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I love how well woven the drinking game was in this and how Arthur reacted even though we couldn't tell what he was thinking the entire time.
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