Merlin/Arthur Kiss Meme

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♥ 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

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Re: The One Where Arthur Sells Tongue B/C Being Rich Is Hard Life (Part 5)

[derryere]

"Remember your hands," Arthur continues, brushing the syllables diagonally to Merlin's skin. "Touching the face, like this, this is . . . " His fingers trace the curve of his jaw, back and forth. "Good, yeah?"

Merlin manages a twitch of a nod, not really processing that much.

"Keep away from the bum at first. You do not want to be on the receiving end of that slap after five seconds." He smiles, just barely, moves his lips against Merlin's to mark a short line, tracing the length twice over. "Believe me."

And Merlin believes him-boy, does he believe him, isn't sure what he wouldn't believe right there, folding the wet inside of his lip to Arthur's pout in a mindless little kiss. Arthur returns it for a moment, the quiet smacking sound of lips sending a hot shiver over Merlin's shoulders-up the back of his neck.

"Where are your hands, then?" Arthur asks him. "Where are you putting your hands?"

His hands, he doesn't know where he's putting his hands-sweaty, clenched fists at his sides, he'd rather not put them anywhere right now. But then Arthur grabs his wrist, and Merlin barely has the time to sneak a wipe of his clammy palm to the fabric of his coat on the way up before his hand is placed to the side of Arthur's neck.

It's warm and the muscle is hard, the pulse steady and the skin scratchy below his jaw, soft along the line of his hair.

Merlin slides his hand to Arthur's shoulder instead. Arthur replies with a cold nudge of his nose to Merlin's cheek, grabbing his hand again and sliding it back to his neck. "Neck," he says. "You want the neck."

"M'sweaty," is Merlin's quiet answer, trying to hold his fingers off Arthur's skin.

"Yeah," Arthur huffs in reply, amused, hand coming down to slip into Merlin's coat-settling it on his side, under the dip of his ribs. "You might wanna do something about that." He pulls Merlin a bit closer, a rough, possessive movement, and Merlin's breath hitches-back automatically arching to the touch, pressing his chest to Arthur's.

Arthur hisses in a short breath, tsks. "Look at you, kid," he says, mock admiration in his voice. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"

Merlin looks up, sharply, sees nothing but a blur of Arthur's lashes-the side of his nose-makes a weak attempt to pull back with a, "Sh'up," but the hand on his waist keeps him in place, tightens in its hold.

"Watch out," Arthur says, leaning in the small distance. "Gonna get a little wetter."

And then the warm lips are back, quicker this time-three kisses, one for every lip and another for the corner-moving his head to it this time, a small arching of his neck, helping to tilt Merlin's chin up with every go. Merlin can't help the needy sound that somehow forms in the back of his throat, but Arthur doesn't comment-just opens his mouth slightly, sucks in Merlin's lip, and Merlin forgets all about sweaty fingers, clutches at Arthur's neck, grips at his arm.

At the hot texture of a tongue pressing to the dip of his lip, all surrounded by the heat of Arthur's mouth, Merlin closes his eyes again-loses another heartbeat in the frenzy, makes that foolish sound again-and gives a languid, close lick to Arthur's upper lip. Arthur replies by sucking harder, using more tongue, smoothing it over before biting down, lightly. Merlin tries to do the same but gets too distracted, and the angle won't allow, and before he knows it they're switching places-Arthur pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his upper lip, Merlin licking more boldly to his lower one.