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 9)

[derryere]

So Merlin turns his head, halfway into a drunken smile, and Arthur kisses him-open and filthy and well in time to the languid rhythm they've built up, all hitching breaths and low agreements of fuck and good, and maybe they could've finished it right there-if they'd just had a few more moments, seconds, if they would've sped it up a little, pressed into each other a little more right there by the greenhouse twenty minutes past curfew. Twenty minutes past, twenty, just when the groundskeeper's torchlight passed over one of the badly repaired glass windows of the greenhouse-making Arthur tear away with a bewildered expression, a momentary realisation and a quickly hissed, "Fuck."

Merlin sees the torchlight flicker their way, pass over them for just a second and then jump back-the groundskeeper's voice shouting something in the distance.

"Shit, shit," is what Arthur has to say, a second before he's on his feet-almost steady-gripping Merlin's sleeve and pulling him along into a run, a mad run, speeding over the muddy quad and not stopping even when Merlin slips-half falls into the soggy grass, not getting the chance to properly give in to gravity as Arthur's grip immediately pulls him back up, let him go. Arthur is faster, Merlin does his best to follow, not really knowing where they're heading or what back entrance they're taking until they're inside-pausing for breath in the dark kitchens. Or at least Merlin thinks it's for breath, but then Arthur's staggering, pulling off his shoes and hushing at him, whispering, "Take off your shoes, mate! Take off your shoes!"

So Merlin does, confused but figuring it's the mud, probably, and that Arthur's done this kind of running before. The second both his loafers are off and in his hands they're going again, running down the hall and taking the turn into the corridor, up the stairs, and Arthur looks back at him-breathless, a crazy smile on his face, and Merlin runs a little faster, his breaths sounding a bit more like laughter all of a sudden.

When they get to the second floor they come to a slow, exhausted stop, slumping against opposite walls-wet, dirty, panting. Absolutely debouched.

Arthur snorts, an amused, wheezy sound, head rolling back against the wall. "Holy crap."

Merlin silently agrees, grinning weakly. He wants to slip down, sit for a little while, and he's halfway there when Arthur pushes off the wall at once-glances down the stairwell, the corridor, and announces that, "Well. I'm off, then."

It's enough to get Merlin up and standing again. "What?"

"I am off," he explains by way of enunciation, sounding almost as casual as he's aiming for. "G'night."

"But-" Merlin starts after. "Uhm, I . . . "

"What? You've had your lesson." Arthur gives him a small gesture with a shoe. "I'd say you've got your basics down, kid. So." He shrugs, turns to walk down the rest of the corridor-wet socks leaving tracks on the dark, gleaming floor.

"Wait, you-"

"I, what?" Arthur turns in his step, walking backwards, a shoe in each hand. "You want more? That it? Well, it's fifty quid a time, Melvin. So. Either pay up, or . . . "

"Merlin," he corrects, vaguely, frowning at Arthur.

"Whatever," he says and turns back, walks on.