Kink Me! #28
Kink Me! #28
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Arthur remembers weekend trips from London to Devon, surprising Merlin in A&E at Torbay with coffee (that Arthur manages to keep in the cup) and the silent, needy press of Merlin’s lips against his after a long week away. He remembers Merlin’s body bowed, hips raised and fingers wrapped tight around Arthur's hair. The way his lungs faltered when he looked down at Merlin’s face and couldn’t pull himself away from the depth of adoration in Merlin’s eyes. More clearly than that, he remembers Merlin’s head pillowed against his shoulder, dark hair stark over his skin and thin lids fluttering as Arthur’s hand traced the knobs in Merlin’s spine from top to bottom, fingers dipping slowly over and under. He’d hoped to stop right there, still himself and succumb to sleep before he said something silly like - “Come back to London with me.”
Right. Yes. Something silly just like that.
Even worse, Arthur doesn’t stop there. He rings Morgana a week later from Merlin’s flat as he stacks Merlin’s medical texts neatly in one box and tosses his thin, worn shirts messily in another. He speaks hopelessly on and on about Merlin until she says, “Uther will be furious, Arthur. This isn’t a... You’re serious, you understand? Serious.” When he tries to take it all back, explain that it’s not as serious as she suggests, he fumbles over his words and ends up telling her about Merlin’s cheekbones and the strangely endearing way he can’t seem to keep anything (coffee, most especially) in his hands when he walks. He’s expected to speak reverently about like the feel of Merlin’s tongue pressing deliciously to the head of his cock, something related to sex rather than feelings because he's a man and men aren't driven mad enough to invite their (male) lovers four hours from home, to London and all it includes, for love.
Merlin in London - in London with him.
“Furious,” Morgana repeats before she hangs up. “Make sure that this is what you want, Arthur. Make sure it’s enough to hold your ground.”
Uther seems unsurprised. He hardly glances away from the paperwork scattered across his desk when Arthur delivers the news. The repeat visits to Devon over the long weekends and the bit of extra work he’s been leaving behind when he heads home must have provided his father with all the hints he needed. Perhaps the gender of his partner wasn’t expected, but Uther isn’t a fool and he supposes the lack of birds Arthur has brought round for tea may have been some sort of sign...
His father is quiet, controlled, when he looks away from his documents saying, “The people love a family man, Arthur. A spouse in the medical field will mean something, maybe just enough to make them overlook the fact that he's a man, but children is what they'll want to see - a family. I refuse to allow the Pendragon name die with you, Arthur. See that there is an heir, a strong one, and your future still be secure despite your... odd partnership."
Arthur wonders if that’s Uther’s way of offering his blessing. He doesn’t dare ask the question aloud though because, to be fair, he doesn’t think an heir is too much to ask for if he gets to keep Merlin.
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