The problem is, they’ve gotten too good at what they do. Over the past year, and the course of no less than ten shoots, Merlin and Arthur have fallen into a comfortable pattern of sniping banter, brain-melting sex (on camera, of course), and not talking afterwards. At all. As in, sometimes, by the time Merlin’s gotten all the come out of his
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I’m gleeful that my fic inspired something so awesome (do you mind if I link to this in my original story post?); this is such a funny, sweet, mind-meltingly hot story! I love how you developed the boys’ relationship. That mix of humor, sincerity, and sex within the porn-industry setting was really engaging. Some of my particularly favorite parts were:
I don’t care how many copies of Buns & Guns your dick sold
#dies#
Unfortunately, every time they try for intense, smoldering affection, it comes off looking like Merlin’s about to throw up and Arthur’s about to hit him, at least according to Morgana.
I laughed really hard at this!
Arthur stares like Merlin’s asked him to bottom.
And this!
Then why is it you can shove your cock up his arse, but when I need you to stare longingly into one another’s eyes, that’s too gay for you?
Hahaaaaa
I just thought if you were doing it-well, we’re sort of a set at this point, aren’t we?
I MELTED
when Merlin heard who his costar was, he ( ... )
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Whatever, it is, and I'm not ashamed!
Lovely job on this - I loved every single word. (and would love to read more and more and more and more!)
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