“Don’t stop.” Merlin says. “You’ve started now, so finish it. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life as you touching yourself. Slowly. Like you know you won’t last as long because I’m here watching you. I think you like an audience. It’s just another chance for you to show off. Except we both know it doesn’t work quite the same way with me, does it Arthur?” Merlin practically moans Arthur’s name and Arthur makes a noise that probably wasn’t a whimper in response.
“Is it harder to hold onto your hard won self control? It’s making me ache thinking about you, watching you. Trying to imagine what you’re thinking about that’s got you so hard you’re dripping.” Merlin had abandoned the pretense of work now, and was standing at the base of Arthur’s bed, hands clutching the bedposts like a lifeline.
“Faster, Arthur, go faster. I know you’re close. I can tell now, just by looking at your face. You want it so badly. Because prince’s aren’t supposed to loose control like this. They have to be perfect all the time.” Merlin says and Arthur shudders like he wants to protest but can’t quite find the words.
“But you do look perfect, Arthur, right now. So hot, and so close. God I want you so badly. And and much as I would love to prove everyone wrong, show them how good you look right now, I can’t. No one can ever seen you like this again Arthur, because you are mine.” Merlin spoke quietly, voice possessive.
“Merlin.” Arthur moaned sharply as he came, making a mess on his bare chest and stomach. Breathing hard Arthur watched Merlin swallow tightly, and at the sight a similar grin to the one Merlin had just been wearing lit his features.
“Well, um, I should go.” Merlin stammers, the commanding voice of moments ago now lost.
“Oh no Merlin. Two can play at that game.” Arthur says and holds out his hand.
“Is it harder to hold onto your hard won self control? It’s making me ache thinking about you, watching you. Trying to imagine what you’re thinking about that’s got you so hard you’re dripping.” Merlin had abandoned the pretense of work now, and was standing at the base of Arthur’s bed, hands clutching the bedposts like a lifeline.
“Faster, Arthur, go faster. I know you’re close. I can tell now, just by looking at your face. You want it so badly. Because prince’s aren’t supposed to loose control like this. They have to be perfect all the time.” Merlin says and Arthur shudders like he wants to protest but can’t quite find the words.
“But you do look perfect, Arthur, right now. So hot, and so close. God I want you so badly. And and much as I would love to prove everyone wrong, show them how good you look right now, I can’t. No one can ever seen you like this again Arthur, because you are mine.” Merlin spoke quietly, voice possessive.
“Merlin.” Arthur moaned sharply as he came, making a mess on his bare chest and stomach. Breathing hard Arthur watched Merlin swallow tightly, and at the sight a similar grin to the one Merlin had just been wearing lit his features.
“Well, um, I should go.” Merlin stammers, the commanding voice of moments ago now lost.
“Oh no Merlin. Two can play at that game.” Arthur says and holds out his hand.
And Merlin goes to him, just like he always does.
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