Entry tags:
M: Say It Quietly
Fandom: Merlin
Main characters: Arthur, Merlin
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Contains: N/a
Rating: PG
Summary: This is all Merlin's idea, of course. For![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inuesse, as an incentive to work.
Merlin isn't a terrible chore to sleep with, Arthur has found. He'd like to claim he proposed the experiment for science, or something else anachronistic yet appropriate, but unfortunately it's not appropriate, because really the problem was that he was getting too fascinated by Merlin's mouth. And, in fact, those cheekbones. And his hair, which proved exactly as soft and silky as he'd expected, like the cliché of how a girl's hair should be. And his collarbones, which in Arthur's opinion were begging to be kissed, and quite possibly also bitten.
And, in fact, all of him. Which was inconvenient, all things considered, but not insurmountable -- nobody cares what you do with your manservant, and nobody would know that Arthur had had the bad taste to (say it quietly) fall in love with him.
Nobody but Merlin, anyway, who took that information with a look reminiscent of the phrase all his Christmases were coming at once. In fact -- thinking about it, Arthur could blame most of this on him, on the way he'd taken Arthur's face in a surprisingly firm grip, and kissed him in a surprisingly firm sort of way. The fact that Arthur had somewhat lost his head after that, and there had been a bed, and clothes had disappeared from the equation -- that was Merlin's fault, clearly.
That part was, truth be told, rather good. The sleeping together after it isn't bad, either, which was Arthur's original point. That wasn't his idea either. Merlin just sort of fell asleep afterwards, tucked up against his body. He is a bit too bony, which isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but he does seem to fit against Arthur in a disturbingly perfect sort of way. And his skin is deliciously warm, and the sound of his breathing somehow soothing, if rather snuffly with the cold that of course Arthur will have probably caught by now. Which is obviously another thing that's Merlin's fault, although Arthur has decided he'll magnanimously forgive him, once the sniffling stage is over.
"Gotosleep," Merlin mumbles, roughly into his clavicle, and Arthur decides that is probably the best idea Merlin has ever had, possibly excepting the sex.
Main characters: Arthur, Merlin
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Contains: N/a
Rating: PG
Summary: This is all Merlin's idea, of course. For
inuesse, as an incentive to work.Merlin isn't a terrible chore to sleep with, Arthur has found. He'd like to claim he proposed the experiment for science, or something else anachronistic yet appropriate, but unfortunately it's not appropriate, because really the problem was that he was getting too fascinated by Merlin's mouth. And, in fact, those cheekbones. And his hair, which proved exactly as soft and silky as he'd expected, like the cliché of how a girl's hair should be. And his collarbones, which in Arthur's opinion were begging to be kissed, and quite possibly also bitten.
And, in fact, all of him. Which was inconvenient, all things considered, but not insurmountable -- nobody cares what you do with your manservant, and nobody would know that Arthur had had the bad taste to (say it quietly) fall in love with him.
Nobody but Merlin, anyway, who took that information with a look reminiscent of the phrase all his Christmases were coming at once. In fact -- thinking about it, Arthur could blame most of this on him, on the way he'd taken Arthur's face in a surprisingly firm grip, and kissed him in a surprisingly firm sort of way. The fact that Arthur had somewhat lost his head after that, and there had been a bed, and clothes had disappeared from the equation -- that was Merlin's fault, clearly.
That part was, truth be told, rather good. The sleeping together after it isn't bad, either, which was Arthur's original point. That wasn't his idea either. Merlin just sort of fell asleep afterwards, tucked up against his body. He is a bit too bony, which isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but he does seem to fit against Arthur in a disturbingly perfect sort of way. And his skin is deliciously warm, and the sound of his breathing somehow soothing, if rather snuffly with the cold that of course Arthur will have probably caught by now. Which is obviously another thing that's Merlin's fault, although Arthur has decided he'll magnanimously forgive him, once the sniffling stage is over.
"Gotosleep," Merlin mumbles, roughly into his clavicle, and Arthur decides that is probably the best idea Merlin has ever had, possibly excepting the sex.
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Oh the incentive!
Oh the clavicle!
I love you. Thank you so, so much! <33333
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