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Spellbound
This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.
He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."
He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.
He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."
He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.
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Merlin bites his lip and lies back, watching Arthur. "I'm clean. I mean...if you don't want one. You don't have to use one." He can shield himself.
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"I trust you," Merlin says softly, blushing a little and spreading his legs for Arthur.
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Merlin groans, back arching as Arthur pushes in. God he's...satisfying. Big and filling and Merlin blushes, eyes wide and hungry with lust.
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"Y-you're big..." Merlin breathes, turning his head to brush his lips over Arthur's cheek.
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"Yeah but...not like this..." Merlin moans breathlessly, fingers curling in Arthur's sheets.
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"Please," Merlin whimpers, shivering pleasantly and clenching and unclenching around Arthur.
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"Arthur," Merlin moans, hips rocking with each thrust.
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Merlin blushes at the lewd sound, and uses his magic to pull Arthur even closer. "Yeah?"
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"Mm, we should schedule that..." Merlin whispers, back arching as he takes Arthur deeper.
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"Mm, you free this weekend?" Merlin breathes, groaning and meeting Arthur's thrusts.
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Merlin laughs breathlessly, shivering and meeting Arthur fluidly. "Really?"
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Merlin gasps and groans, hole clenching and unclenching as Arthur fucks him thoroughly into the mattress.
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