The moon is kind to Merlin, Arthur thinks. It makes his skin luminescent, gives his dark hair a silvery sheen, makes his blue eyes deep and mysterious. Arthur knows that the moon does nothing for him. He turns pale and colorless in moonlight; it's in sunlight that his skin and his hair are warm and golden, and his eyes shine blue. He's glad that Merlin has his eyes closed.
The bruises along his ribs are ugly, marring the warm silk of his skin, and Arthur bends to kiss them, gently. Merlin mumbles something that gets lost in the humid air, and Arthur runs a slow, careful hand down his side.
Arthur doesn't protest when Merlin's hand finds his cock, although he doesn't let it distract him too much. He draws his mouth down, kissing, nipping the tender skin below his navel, blowing warm air across his belly. The tip of Merlin's cock is wet, and Merlin's breathing a little harder now.
When he reaches it, Merlin's shivering under his lips, and he slides his tongue up and up until the wet tip is in his mouth. Merlin sighs, and his hand on Arthur goes clumsy.
Arthur brings him off slowly, Merlin relaxed and boneless below him, trembling endlessly as he comes and comes, gentle and slow. Merlin isn't touching his cock anymore, but Arthur still shudders when he cups the back of Arthur's neck, pulls him close and kisses him.
"Sorry," he whispers into Merlin's mouth, and he means sorry for my father, sorry for the beating, sorry I couldn't protect you.
"Shh," Merlin whispers back, rolling his hips up slowly to rub against Arthur's aching cock, and Arthur bites his lip a little when he comes by accident. "Arthur," Merlin murmurs, and he means it's okay, it wasn't your fault, I love you.
"Here," Arthur said brusquely, and yanked Merlin closer, "get under the cloak."
"I'm fine," Merlin said, distracted, and peered up at the sky. Raindrops fell into his lashes, and he blinked hard. The sky was solid with clouds, rippling with dark grays, and a stiff wind made the tree branches thrash.
"You'll catch fever and die," Arthur said, and clamped Merlin to his side with one arm, spreading his cloak to cover them both. "And then Gaius will frown at me."
"He doesn't usually mean those," Merlin said, and he felt sparkling, like lightning was racing along his veins. A flash of light, then the thunder rumbled, right on top of them, and he turned to Arthur, grinning. "It's beautiful," he said, waved a hand around. He pushed his hair back out of his eyes.
"You're crazy," Arthur said, after a minute, and Merlin laughed out loud as Arthur pushed him up against a tree, bark scratchy and rough against his back, both of them instantly soaked
"You like rain?" Arthur said, his hot mouth exploring Merlin's cold face, rain falling in sheets around them.
"I love it," Merlin gasped, as Arthur's wet hand found his cock through his pants, and lightning ripped across the sky again, the thunder deafening him, Arthur tightening his hand in shock and his skin prickled, wanting it, wanting it all.
"Beautiful," Arthur said harshly, and bit his throat, grinding against him hard, and Merlin came with a hoarse cry, and lightning flashed down and everything went bright.
The bruises along his ribs are ugly, marring the warm silk of his skin, and Arthur bends to kiss them, gently. Merlin mumbles something that gets lost in the humid air, and Arthur runs a slow, careful hand down his side.
Arthur doesn't protest when Merlin's hand finds his cock, although he doesn't let it distract him too much. He draws his mouth down, kissing, nipping the tender skin below his navel, blowing warm air across his belly. The tip of Merlin's cock is wet, and Merlin's breathing a little harder now.
When he reaches it, Merlin's shivering under his lips, and he slides his tongue up and up until the wet tip is in his mouth. Merlin sighs, and his hand on Arthur goes clumsy.
Arthur brings him off slowly, Merlin relaxed and boneless below him, trembling endlessly as he comes and comes, gentle and slow. Merlin isn't touching his cock anymore, but Arthur still shudders when he cups the back of Arthur's neck, pulls him close and kisses him.
"Sorry," he whispers into Merlin's mouth, and he means sorry for my father, sorry for the beating, sorry I couldn't protect you.
"Shh," Merlin whispers back, rolling his hips up slowly to rub against Arthur's aching cock, and Arthur bites his lip a little when he comes by accident. "Arthur," Merlin murmurs, and he means it's okay, it wasn't your fault, I love you.
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"I'm fine," Merlin said, distracted, and peered up at the sky. Raindrops fell into his lashes, and he blinked hard. The sky was solid with clouds, rippling with dark grays, and a stiff wind made the tree branches thrash.
"You'll catch fever and die," Arthur said, and clamped Merlin to his side with one arm, spreading his cloak to cover them both. "And then Gaius will frown at me."
"He doesn't usually mean those," Merlin said, and he felt sparkling, like lightning was racing along his veins. A flash of light, then the thunder rumbled, right on top of them, and he turned to Arthur, grinning. "It's beautiful," he said, waved a hand around. He pushed his hair back out of his eyes.
"You're crazy," Arthur said, after a minute, and Merlin laughed out loud as Arthur pushed him up against a tree, bark scratchy and rough against his back, both of them instantly soaked
"You like rain?" Arthur said, his hot mouth exploring Merlin's cold face, rain falling in sheets around them.
"I love it," Merlin gasped, as Arthur's wet hand found his cock through his pants, and lightning ripped across the sky again, the thunder deafening him, Arthur tightening his hand in shock and his skin prickled, wanting it, wanting it all.
"Beautiful," Arthur said harshly, and bit his throat, grinding against him hard, and Merlin came with a hoarse cry, and lightning flashed down and everything went bright.
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