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“Is this okay?” Arthur asks as he runs his palms over Merlin’s back, enjoying the feel of Merlin’s skin under his fingers.
“Uhuh,” Merlin confirms, wriggling a bit to settle more comfortably on the mattress, his head turned to the side, his face pillowed on the hands folded under it.
His eyes are closed, but there’s still tension held in his facial muscles, just like in the rest of his body. Arthur plans to do his best to massage all of that tension away, leaving Merlin pliant and content under his ministrations.
For the first time since meeting him, he has time to truly study Merlin’s form, to commit all the details to his memory. He can trace the shape of Merlin’s shoulder blades, run his thumbs over the knobs of his spine. He digs his fingers deep into the tight muscles at the base of Merlin’s neck, Merlin’s answering groan sending a jolt of arousal through his body.
He feels his cock hardening inside his jeans as Merlin continues to be quite vocal while Arthur massages on.
“Uhm, yes, right there,” Merlin moans, the sound carrying away another bit of Arthur’s sanity.
He bites his lip when Arthur massages his lower back, then parts his lips instead as Arthur inches lower to the top of his buttocks teasingly peeking out from under the hem of Merlin’s trousers.
Arthur’s cock pulses with need. To distract himself from his desire to peel the rest of the clothes from Merlin’s body and pound him into the mattress, he shifts his attention back to Merlin’s neck area.
“Could you turn your head so that I can massage your neck?” Arthur asks in a hushed tone.
“Mmmm, sure,” Merlin drawls and does as Arthur requested, shifting his hands to rest under his forehead.
Arthur has to move forward to better reach the back of Merlin’s neck, his groin coming dangerously close to making contact with Merlin’s backside. This time it’s Arthur who is biting his lip as he works his thumbs in gentle circles alongside Merlin’s spinal column, the remaining fingers barely touching the soft skin of Merlin’s neck.
Merlin’s moans are shorter and higher pitched now. They turn into a pleased sigh when Arthur slides his fingers into his hair and continues his massage there. Countless times he imagined doing this, but the reality exceeds his imagination, Merlin’s thick hair feeling like silk against his skin. Merlin’s body finally melts into the mattress, all tension leaving his muscles.
Arthur on the other hand accumulates tension as arousal sweeps through his limbs.
He experiments with applying pressure or dragging his nails lightly over Merlin’s scalp. A series of breathless moans escapes Merlin’s throat. He traps strands of hair between his fingers and gives them a gentle tug, making Merlin gasp and shift under Arthur, his hips pressing down against the mattress, then lifting right afterwards, Merlin’s bottom coming into full contact with Arthur’s groin.
It’s Arthur’s turn to gasp and lose his composure together with his balance. He manages to prop his hand on the mattress, stopping himself from plopping on top of Merlin in the most undignified fashion possible. His other hand remains tangled in Merlin’s hair. He leans down and presses a series of butterfly kisses along the upper edge of Merlin’s right shoulder blade before his rational brain finally catches up and he reluctantly lifts his lips off Merlin’s skin and withdraws his fingers from Merlin’s hair.
“Do you want me to go on?” he asks.
“Yes,” comes Merlin’s somewhat shaky reply.
“You can say no. It wouldn’t affect your initiation in any way,” he feels the need to say, fully aware of the power imbalance at play here. “Do you want me to go on?” he repeats.
“Yes,” Merlin says, his voice steadier this time, purposefully lifting his backside to meet Arthur’s groin.
“Okay,” Arthur whispers against his skin before he proceeds with what he started.
He trails his lips over the skin of Merlin’s back, travelling down its full length, while Merlin does his best to keep still, his fingers clenched in the sheets above his head, his hips rolling against the mattress in tiny aborted movements.
Arthur pulls Merlin’s trousers off without even needing to unzip them. A solid proof that without the belt they would never be able to stay in their place as Merlin goes about his daily life.
Arthur’s mouth waters and he quickly reaches into the bedside table, retrieving a package of cleansing wet wipes. He pulls one out and prompts Merlin to lift up to his knees. He runs the wipe over Merlin’s cock and balls, then the surrounding area before finally sliding it between his cheeks, Merlin squirming and hissing at the wet and cold sensation.
He tosses the used wipe aside and leans down to place a few teasing bites over Merlin’s buttocks, then dives straight in for his hole, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, forcing a litany of pleading and curses from Merlin’s lips. He works Merlin’s cock with one of his hands, spending extra time twisting his fist around its head.
Merlin’s hole pulses under his tongue as Merlin climbs towards release, his hips swaying forward in instinctive motion, giving Arthur the chance to press further inside.
Merlin cries out and jerks forward, his cock jumping in Arthur’s grip, spilling his seed over the sheets. Arthur works him through his orgasm before pulling away and wiping the saliva off his face with the back of his hand.
Merlin rolls onto his back, completely blissed out and debauched, his hair a tangled mess.
“Come here,” he says, his voice hoarse, his eyes trained on Arthur’s cock freshly freed from the confines of the trousers.
He more than happily obliges, crawling over Merlin and letting him pull him down for a kiss. Merlin bats his hand away from his erection and takes over, his fingers wrapping perfectly around its length. It takes almost embarrassingly fast for him to come, moaning against Merlin’s slack lips.
***
“You really go above and beyond in your service to the club,” Merlin mumbles, slotting himself more comfortably against Arthur’s front and tugging the blanket further up to his chin.
Arthur laughs and wraps his arm tighter around Merlin’s middle.
If only Merlin knew how nonstandard everything about this situation was.