Kink Me! #5
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A sudden current of grief rips through him, and Arthur bites his lips to keep them from gaping open in the rush of sorrow. He stops himself from letting out a sob, but can’t help the few tears that slip out and drop onto Merlin’s shoulder.
Merlin is quiet before he loosens his arms to slip his fingers through Arthur’s hair.
“Arthur, please,” he says softly. “Just for a few more hours. Let me have this.”
“I know,” Arthur gasps out, wrecked. “Shit, shit. I’m so sorry. I just - Merlin. Merlin.”
He moans and drop his head to Merlin’s shoulder, biting Merlin’s collarbone to try to keep himself anchored, to try to find his focus in Merlin’s happiness. Merlin only fingers Arthur’s hair, breathing softly against Arthur's ear and tightening his knees around Arthur’s waist. Arthur reaches into himself and thinks Merlin and forces his grief down for a little longer. After a few minutes, his breathing has evened out and his cheeks are dry.
“Sorry,” he rasps out finally, lifting his head. “Apparently, I’m a very emotional drunk. No more wine for me.”
“Yeah,” Merlin agrees, mouth pulled into a half-smile. “Though I kind of like you like this. A loser.”
“This loser loves you like crazy,” Arthur whispers against Merlin’s forehead, as he begins moving his hips again and Merlin gasps underneath him. “Loves you like nothing else. Loves you like he might die from it. Sad, right?”
“Yeah, what a loser,” Merlin whispers back, his own eyes a little wet.
Arthur moves in Merlin like if he moved fast and hard enough, he might be able to propel the two of them away from tomorrow. From here. Already, Merlin feels lighter in his arms, like he’s fading. The one good thing that Arthur’s wasted life has known-
All right? Arthur mouths against Merlin’s cheek, afterwards, when he’s wrapped the both of them in the blankets like a bloated cocoon. He doesn’t know how much time they have left before Will comes to take them back, but he wants to lay with Merlin quietly until then, enclose them in the warm folds of their illusion.
Merlin closes his eyes, the lines of his face calm and happy, broken only by flutters of emotion that dissipate as soon as they surface, like ripples.
Arthur watches until sleep tugs him, unwilling, under.
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