Merlin/Arthur Kiss Meme
♥ Merlin/Arthur Kiss Meme ♥
This meme is all about Merlin/Arthur kisses! \o/ Lots and lots of kisses! Be they sweet and fluffy, hot and dirty, or just necking like teenagers, any kisses are welcome! The more the better!
The rules:
1. No porn (that's what the kink meme is for), just kisses ( Read more... )
This meme is all about Merlin/Arthur kisses! \o/ Lots and lots of kisses! Be they sweet and fluffy, hot and dirty, or just necking like teenagers, any kisses are welcome! The more the better!
The rules:
1. No porn (that's what the kink meme is for), just kisses ( Read more... )
The corner of Merlin's mouth quirks up, but his gaze is still locked on Arthur's lips. "Well, I know how you love raspberry," Merlin says. "You like it?"
Merlin's grin is soft and a little hopeful, and Arthur can't help but feel a gentle smile spread across his own features. "Stop fishing for compliments, Merlin," Arthur chides, brushing his thumb across a stripe of flour on Merlin's cheek. "You know it's bloody brilliant."
Merlin's grin widens then, beaming and bright in the way that Arthur likes to think is especially reserved for him. And alright, so they had technically agreed not to bring their relationship to work, because they tend to get a bit carried away and there was that one time Merlin burned about three dozen tarts and nearly set the entire bloody kitchen on fire (and Arthur was in no way to blame for that, no matter what Merlin said), but there's a smudge of chocolate at the corner of Merlin's mouth where he's clearly been sampling his own product, and Arthur sort of has to fit his mouth to that spot, just for a taste.
Merlin smiles against his mouth, slow and easy. Arthur runs his tongue over the swell of Merlin's bottom lip, tasting chocolate and vanilla and the dry graininess of raw flour. He sucks Merlin's lip between his teeth, licking at it until all he can taste is Merlin. Fitting Merlin's hips between his palms, Arthur angles his head and kisses deeper, feeling Merlin's slender fingers sink into the short hair at the back of his skull. Merlin opens his mouth in a sigh, letting Arthur's tongue slip past his lips, slick and almost sticky-sweet. Arthur searches past the sweetness, past the slight aftertaste of the coconut cakes Merlin loves, trying to find the taste that is better than any of the pastries in the shop. He curls his tongue against the back of Merlin's teeth, sucks wetly on his upper lip and yes, there, that familiar flavor that makes Arthur moan and pull Merlin closer, chests pressed together despite the fact that Arthur's designer shirt will be covered in flour.
Arthur's thumbs slip under the hem of Merlin's chef jacket, grazing over the warm skin at the dip of Merlin's spine. Merlin hums appreciatively and scratches his nails against the nape of Arthur's neck, tucking his fingers just under the collar and resting there, warm and solid. He nips lightly at Arthur's bottom lip before pushing his tongue inside. Arthur's mouth feels swollen and hot against Merlin's, spit-slick as their lips glide wetly over each other, sucking and licking and tasting slowly, savoring each other.
Arthur pulls back, just for a moment, just far enough to catch a glimpse of Merlin's face, eyes dark and heavy lidded, his mouth kiss-red and raw. Arthur dives in again, capturing Merlin's lips briefly before moving down, licking at a smudge of flour on the underside of Merlin's jaw. He sucks at it until he can get to the salty-sweet taste of Merlin's skin, continues to mouth at the soft patch of skin because Merlin is making the most delicious noises, little hitching breaths like they're being pulled from his chest. Arthur doesn't even realize he's been walking Merlin backwards until he feels Merlin's hips collide with one of the stainless steel tables, and then it only seems natural to hoist Merlin onto it and fit himself between Merlin's thighs. A column of clumsily stacked muffin tins go crashing to the ground.
"Monsieur?" a voice calls from the front of the shop, and Arthur has to grit his teeth. He'd completely forgotten there were customers outside. "Est-ce que tout est bien?" she calls.
"Oui," Arthur calls back, not releasing his grip on Merlin's hips. "Un moment." He gives Merlin a commanding look and says, "Don't move from this spot. As soon as I can get rid of them, we're closing early."
Merlin's grin is really too sweet to be tolerated. "I'll make sure there's no tarts in the oven this time, shall I?"
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Yes, so, as I come down from the highs of exclamation marks... I love the idea of a baking!AU, especially since you took the time to do it with the Pendragons as culinary royalty (Uther as Gordon Ramsay or Keith Lloyd #snorts#) and Merlin as the scatter-brained but brilliant (I gathered) chef. And you kept it up rather than just using it as the set-up, which I liked a lot. And, er... thekisswasinsanelyhot. And other important well-considered comments.
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Bit like Arthur, really.
I can feel a baking frenzy coming on. :D
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This was such a fun read. Loved their interaction and banter. :-)
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