And now for something completely different.

[prideofcamelot]

There's nothing to discuss. [Gathering a fistful of bedsheets, Arthur draws the covers up to his waist.]

My father had a good point. We may have --throw my belt over that chair, will you-- may have saved the city, but half the market got leveled in the process.

[He wiggles down a bit, getting comfortable as he continues.] That kind of victory

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[tiercelet]

[Merlin floats the belt easily over to the chair, not moving from his perch on the bed. Instead, he reaches over, smoothing Arthur's pillow and absently rearranging it for him.]

We got it in the end. [The thought of Uther's severe reprimands makes Merlin frown.] Your father shouldn't be blaming you for this--you did your best to protect the city.

[tiercelet]

[The moment Arthur gives in, Merlin feels something click into place between them. He carefully pulls away, not bothering to temper the affection and gratitude; he hopes Arthur can feel even just a hint of them.

Another flash of gold, and a vial of ointment flies obediently into his hands. Pouring a good amount into his palm, Merlin warms the slippery liquid before slowly slicking Arthur up, fingers teasingly ghosting over the tip. Then, still stroking with one hand, he reaches behind with the other and carefully stretches himself, eyes fluttering at the sensation.]

Inappropriate icons forever sob

[prideofcamelot]

[Arthur does catch a brush of it, along with the sudden shifting of weight on the bed. He looks up in time to watch -and then feel- Merlin's hand on him. The prince groans and shifts slightly, gaze fixed on Merlin as he readies himself in the dim candlelight. Arthur's grown used to this sight over the past year, but familiarity does nothing to quell the desire that curls up from his gut at seeing it. Merlin might be able to feel the increasing urgency thumping at him; The slight strain as Arthur wills away a lick of impatience.]

/magics some up

[tiercelet]

[Forcing himself to ignore the urgency bleeding from Arthur's end of their connection, Merlin continues stroking at a leisurely pace and scissoring himself open. When he's ready, Merlin moves closer, adjusting his position until he's framing Arthur's body with his legs.

After an affection brush of fingers against Arthur's stomach, and a kiss to Arthur's chest, Merlin finally guides Arthur to his entrance. He lowers himself carefully until he's fully seated, and Merlin's breath rushes out in a sigh of his partner's name.]

Porn innnnn the morning~~~ la la laa

[prideofcamelot]

Gods, Merlin-- [Further nonsense leaves Arthur as the smooth of Merlin's thighs brushes against the tops of his hips. He bites back the immediate impulse to move, wanting to give the other man a moment to adjust. Shallow breaths leave him as he watches Merlin with something between need, and a kind of blunt, unafraid affection.]

Kiss me. [He'd do it himself, but the bindings on his arms make moving his upper body too difficult.]

it's a pleasant wake up call~

[tiercelet]

[Without hesitation, Merlin leans in, bracing his hands on either side of Arthur's torso. He lets his eyes close partway as he glances down at Arthur.] As my lord wishes. [The words, practically rolling off his tongue, are accompanied by a lingering touch to Arthur's jaw. Then the moment is slightly ruined when Merlin has to bite his lip to keep from smiling at his own ridiculousness.

Luckily, he's wise enough to cover his slip-up by granting Arthur's request and pressing their lips together, all open-mouths and heat.]

[prideofcamelot]

[Arthur doesn't get the opportunity to react to Merlin's joke --but really, he's positive that only Merlin would be flirtatious at a moment like this-- because a moment later he gets what he asked for. He sinks into the kiss, enjoying it and the closeness immensely, until they break apart.]

That... mmh. [He breathes in, trying to concentrate long enough to pull two thoughts together.]

Now dispel my bindings.

[tiercelet]

[There's a moment's pause where Merlin appears to consider this, pulling back as he breathes heavily. He shoots Arthur a smile while he slowly, thoughtfully rolls his hips.]

Hmmm. Release the bindings?

[prideofcamelot]

[In between a draw of breath, Arthur manages to give Merlin a look that's hedging toward frustration.]

Merlin.

[tiercelet]

Arthur. [Merlin drops the grin and finally tugs the threads of magic loose. That doesn't, however, keep him from making one last, teasing comment.] Since you asked so nicely.

[prideofcamelot]

[Once his arms are released, Arthur wastes no time involving himself. Like anyone was expecting otherwise. He sits up and -with a few careful movements- weaves an arm around Merlin's back and draws him close again. The prince's palm comes to rest heavily on the small of Merlin's back as he rolls his hips up, pressing deep into the other man.]

How's that [he quips wryly, a short grunt cutting him off.] --for nicely?

[tiercelet]

[A shiver of pleasure runs through him, and all Merlin can manage at first is a choked-off moan in reply.]

Could...u-use....some work. [Merlin barely manages to force out, the stumbling stripping away all illusions of being unaffected, leaving only an urgent sense of desire in its place.

Bracing his hands against Arthur's stomach, he raises himself, then sharply lowers himself on Arthur, settling into a familiar rhythm.]

[prideofcamelot]

[At that Arthur offers an incredulous, amused laugh, but the sound's somewhat labored by a few heavy draws of breath.]

Y-you really.. [He doesn't get to finish, a moan falling from his lips and eyes slamming shut as a swell of pleasure washes through him. It wouldn't be long now -his lack of control starting to spill freely into their bond- but Arthur's unwilling to go over the edge without knowing that Merlin's going to follow him shortly after.

Instead of trying to talk again, Arthur gives up and drops his head to pant against the side of Merlin's neck, one hand finding Merlin's cock and curling around it. He pumps the other man inexpertly at first, but then finds a good rhythm to match the pace of Merlin's hips.]

[tiercelet]

[Finding it far too much effort to respond-he could hardly string two words together in his mind, let alone speak-Merlin turns and presses his face against Arthur’s head. As he nuzzles at the strands of blonde hair, he lets the wave of affection and desire build and crash through their connection, powerful and natural as a wave crashing onto the sands of a beach.]

Ar-I... [Merlin gasps, trembling enough that his movements begin to falter.]

all the sentimental prose

[prideofcamelot]

[Unable to hold on, Arthur thrusts up to meet Merlin once more--- before letting go. His grip on Merlin stutters as the prince spills into the other man, his expression slackening into a silly but undoubtedly familiar look that'd be denied until the end of his days if it was ever brought up. He groans Merlin's name as he rides his orgasm out, coming undone for just a moment at the hands of the person he trusts most, loves most.]

all of it

[tiercelet]

[Head bowed and back taught, Merlin follows Arthur a moment later, the combination of Arthur’s orgasm and Arthur’s touch finally pushing him over the edge. A soft moan is all that makes it past his lips.

When he finally catches his breath, Merlin leans forward, letting his head rest against Arthur’s shoulder in contentment.]