The Barn, Thursday Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

With the puppy still in the process of learning not to piddle indoors, Merlin found himself down in the barn all night to keep her company rather than clean up in the morning. It was actually rather warm even in the cool of the night. All the horses, after all.

And a puppy that decided to sleep curled up on his back.

"Brynne, you're going to make me unable to walk if you do that again," Merlin grumbled, giving her an annoyed look.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Make me stop," Merlin said, maybe talking about more than just that.

[bitchprince]

"Your wish," he said, finding a last scrap of sarcasm in his body as he reached into Merlin's hair and yanked him back up, "Is my command."

It was easier to kiss someone when they didn't have their face buried in your bloody neck.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

This was only going to leave them both bruised and not satisfied no matter the outcome.

"My prince," Merlin said fiercely, shoving him against the wall with more force.

[bitchprince]

"Trying to break my back?" No, there was more sarcasm left. And smug, bizarrely.

It was a desperate kind of smug. So he attacked Merlin's mouth to fend off the wolves of every stripe crowding 'round his mind.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Arthur, do me a favour and shut up," Merlin muttered against his lips, moving both his hands to Arthur's hips and pulling him forward.

[bitchprince]

This was all together too much like that weekend, except his mind was slightly more present and accounted for where it was supposed to be. "For the last time, Merlin--" Arthur growled, hoarsely, and nipped at his lip, "You don't get to talk to me like that."

He grabbed Merlin's arse to establish that point.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin grinned, something almost vicious for a moment. "You haven't stopped me yet," He pointed out, yanking forward more on Arthur's hips to make him ride his thigh.

[bitchprince]

His head fell back against the wall at the same time the words this is a very, very bad idea flashed on through it. He made a little noise in the back of his throat. "Bad idea," he muttered.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Horrid," Merlin agreed, attacking his throat with the same fervor as he was going about all of this. "We can't do this."

[bitchprince]

"Glad we agree on something."

Arthur gasped, digging his fingers further into his arse. Bloody hell.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin pulled on Arthur's hips again, rocking them forward again and again as he bit down and sucked hard on a spot on Arthur's neck.

His.

[bitchprince]

In his saner moments, Arthur would make a case against that (if only that technically he belonged to his people) but at the moment, none of those words made a particular kind of sense.

"Other tricks," he did manage to breathe; he was a little distracted moving forward into Merlin's leg.

Stables. Appropriate. His mind was just on fire today.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"What?" Merlin asked, still careful with his nose as he worked on this.

[bitchprince]

"You do know there's other tricks," he managed, squinting an eye open. "...but thinking about that-- would be a bad idea."

Especially when downstairs was telling him that fine, it would take a bloody leg, no problem.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"What do you want?" Merlin asked, lips against Arthur's ear. He hadn't stopped moving, mind you.

[bitchprince]

"Hands," he shot back, tempted to add an you idiot but failing the strength or, really, the real inclination. "Can't-- not like this."

It wasn't fair that Merlin got to keep all the sanity, after all.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He saw that in the book! Really, it shouldn't be too different than what he did with himself!

Really.

Merlin moved one hand away from Arthur's hip to grab him through the fabric of his trousers.

[bitchprince]

Whatever. The words could get him broken in just yet were... actually mildly confusing, and he shoved them aside into the little corner of his mind he'd marked 'things I won't bring up and will try not to consider', which was growing sizable as of late.

With a grunt, Arthur returned that selfsame favour, pressing the heel of his hand into Merlin's crotch.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin made an inarticulate noise into Arthur's ear. It may have been some sort of bastardization of his name, but that was in the eat of the beholder. "Arthur," He managed on the second round.

[bitchprince]

"Better," he whispered, fiddling with Merlin's trousers until there was some space for him to slide his hand into.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That wasn't fair in the slightest. Merlin dug his fingers into Arthur's hip, thrusting forward for that hand.

"Prat."

[bitchprince]

"Idiot."

That hand curled around him - some trouble in the tiny space - as the slight edge of a grin became manifest on Arthur's face. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin rubbed the palm of his hand over Arthur's length through the fabric, groaning as he could only move his hips to try to drive further into the heat of Arthur's hand.

[bitchprince]

Just not quite enough. He let his head drift against the walls as he moved his hand, panting shallowly. His eyes were shifting closed. "Have to--" he muttered, not in English this time.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin kissed him again, making small noises against his lips. "Arthur--" It was a good thing they wouldn't speak of this because he was keening now.