Merlin/Arthur Kiss Meme

Sep 30, 2009 20:13

♥ 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... )

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Re: The One Where Arthur Sells Tongue B/C Being Rich Is Hard Life (Part 6) derryere October 2 2009, 22:17:43 UTC
They do that once, twice more and by a natural progression meet in the middle-tongues slicking together, sliding wetly between them before they lick into each other's mouths, slowly, going deeper with every give and take. And that is it, that is absolutely it for Merlin's mind-it did its best keeping up with what was happening until now, but is truly no longer of need, Merlin realises as he quietly moans into Arthur's mouth, fingers slipping into hair by way of his nape-running his nails to Arthur's scalp, the dipping path that leads down to neck. He's tilting his head, trying for a different angle, rolling his tongue against Arthur's with the filthiest of intentions in the foreground of his thoughts. His other hand travels up from Arthur's tense arm to his neck, his jaw, mimicking his hold on Merlin's face. He can just see the both of them, can imagine it perfectly, blurry shapes in the dark shadow of the shed-locked together, Merlin pressing up a bit frenzied and needy, kissing loud and earnest with Arthur holding him in place, hands on each other's faces-fingers in hair, digging into waists-the night silent save for the wind, the creaking of branches overhead, the wet noises and breathy grunts they elicit, puffs of air visible in the cold hour of the eve.

Merlin takes it further, traces the flat of his tongue to the ridged roof of Arthur's mouth, and Arthur slots his tongue under Merlin's-sucks on it, the sensation shooting right down the back of Merlin's head, stealing the air from his lungs and settling low, very low, a humming anticipation that makes his hips stutter forward, shift and try to slot his leg between Arthur's. And maybe Arthur doesn't notice it at first, or doesn't mind all too much because he doesn't say or do anything to stop it, and the thought alone drives Merlin a little crazy-drives him to keen, to kiss harder and wetter and faster, now gripping at Arthur's hair with two hands. Arthur's own hand flexes at the small of his back, clutching at his shirt in what might be surprise, the other one slipping from Merlin's face to his neck, his collarbone. Merlin bites, dirty, licks it over, and Arthur doesn't hum this time-he gives a small grunt of surprise, pulling back and pushing at Merlin with a palm the base of his throat.

"Whoa, there," he says, out of breath-frowning down at Merlin. "Easy, man. 'S not a marathon."

"Yeah," Merlin agrees, distractedly, leaning in for more but Arthur inches back again-raises his brow.

"I mean it. Enthusiasm is one thing, but you're just-"

"You pushed me into a wall once," Merlin interrupts, suddenly. It's not at all what he wanted to say, but the memory tumbled over his thoughts and spilled into his words far too quickly for him to do anything about it. It's weird, this, standing with his hands on the back of Arthur's neck, brushing his thumbs to the line of his hair-his lips swollen, skin sensitive from the grazing stubble, talking. The situation somehow freeing in its utter improbability.

Arthur says nothing at first, then smiles-slow, private. "I've pushed a lot of people into walls, kid."

Merlin huffs, a bit like a laugh, relaxes. Arthur's hand eases on his chest, no longer a pressure, and Merlin tries for a casual movement the best he can when he bows his head-quietly rests his forehead to Arthur's. He sighs, looks at Arthur's mouth, says, "Bumped my head pretty hard."

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