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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[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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

[bitchprince]

Nice keening, though. That improved his flush considerably; it might almost lead you to think Merlin wasn't completely inexperienced. Almost.

He kissed back, his free hand finding the tangle of Merlin's hair - silly cut and all - pressing even closer.

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He had read a book on this, you know.

Expert now.

Merlin moved the hand on Arthur's hip to try and slip between his trousers and skin there at the waist. He needed to hear Arthur like this.

[bitchprince]

Arthur did tend to wear very tight pants. Because he had a fabulous arse, and the crew appreciated that. So it probably took more effort, but-- "Sweet mercy," he sighed, as soon as there was skin on his skin. Come on.

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He pressed the palm of his hand against Arthur now, no fabric blocking it now. And... ohgodwhatnow?

It was easy intellectually, but now it was a big unknown and he was still driving his hips forward into Arthur's hand. That! He should do... that.

[bitchprince]

That wasn't going much of anywhere, was it?

Arthur let go of Merlin's hair long enough to let his own long fingers travel to Merlin's down there, curling around them as he moved his other hand. "Come on."

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Oh. Oh. "Oh." Merlin swallowed loudly, following his example before kissing Arthur's neck. It was safer, that.

[bitchprince]

Arthur breathed something quietly gasping at the contact, eyes heading back to shut, letting go of Merlin's hand as soon as he was sure.

Then bringing his up to brush along Merlin's cheek before settling in his hair.

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"Arthur," Merlin groaned, moving his hand more firmly. It was a different angle entirely from what he did normally, but it wasn't bad. Might be nice.

[bitchprince]

Better than nice, Arthur had to admit. He was panting loudly now, making little sweeps along Merlin's cheekbone with his thumb. "Merlin," he returned, part breathless, part taunting, part something else.

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"God." Someone was cruel and Merlin couldn't help but turn his face into that touch.

[bitchprince]

If anything, in the midst of their moving rather desperately, it caused the sides of Arthur's mouth to tug up into a whimsical little smile, and his eyes flicked open to meet Merlin's.