We found love in a hopeless place

[ayoungboy]

It's been 5 years since this whole nightmare began, and both sides had sustained incredible casualties. The whole of Europe was fairly decimated, but England was definitely the worst. Perhaps the worst of it all was the fact that Merlin didn't know if Arthur was dead or alive. Yes, he thought about him often. How stupid they'd both been. Merlin was willing to fight for what he believed in, but it hadn't been about him - it should have been about them, about working it out together. It should never have come to this.

He still wears the engagement ring on his finger. He's almost lost it once or twice, but it's still there - and he makes sure to take care of it and clean it, repair it. But that's not what this meeting it about; he's been selected to represent the magical community in the negotiations. All they wanted was their freedom back. Magic wasn't inherently evil; it was people that used it for nefarious purposes, people that mistreated it. They were willing to help put those people in jail. If only the non-magic users would understand.

They're meeting on what used to be Parliament, reduced to rubble, now. Merlin's fiddling with his hands, twisting the ring nervously. They've set up wards already; there are a few other magical delegates and guards there, but Merlin is to do the central talking. Still, there's only so much they can guard against, and if the non-magic users decide to attack…well, the magic users weren't going to be too keen on reopening negotiations after that.

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[ayoungboy]

Merlin runs his fingers down Arthur's back lightly. "Not that you weren't already toned before..."

[royalpratness]

"You flatter me." Arthur brushes his lips over Merlin's collarbone while slowly pushing a third finger inside him.

[ayoungboy]

"S'true," Merlin grunts softly when Arthur starts pushing in a third fingers, groaning quietly as he takes it. It's been a while since he's been stretched like that. "So hot. 'Member what I said when I first met you at that bar? Fuck, what was it called again - oh, right there - "

[royalpratness]

"The bar? It was called 'The great dragon' and Gwaine thought it'd be hilarious to drag me out there." Arthur doubts that he'll ever forget their first encounter. Damn, they had been so young back then. Humming, Arthur rubs his finger over Merlin's prostate again, only to pull his fingers back completely.

[ayoungboy]

"I was roaring drunk," Merlin laughs a little, which morphs into a moan at the stimulation. "And I stumbled over and complimented your fine arse. Then I think I offered to blow you. I'm a little fuzzy from there on..."

[royalpratness]

"Yes, you did. And then I insulted your ears." Arthur grins at the memory, resting his hands on Merlin's hips and positioning himself in between his legs. "Ready?"

[ayoungboy]

"You love my ears," Merlin teases, nodding and wrapping his arms around Arthur's shoulders. "Yeah. So ready, Arthur, god."

[royalpratness]

"I do." As if to prove it, he leans up and kisses Merlin's ear. "Okay." Dropping his forehead on Merlin's shoulder, Arthur aligns his cock and pushes slowly inside.

[ayoungboy]

It's so...thrilling, having Arthur this close to him again. He was sure this was lost, like so many other things, in the war. But he groans, relaxing around him as he pushes in. "Fuck."

[royalpratness]

"I forgot how good this feels." Arthur mutters, squeezing the base of his cock to keep himself from coming already.

[ayoungboy]

"Forgot how big you are," Merlin laughs softly, his own cock drooling against his thigh.

[royalpratness]

"Should I be insulted?" Arthur strokes a hand over Merlin's hair, giving himself and Merlin another moment before he starts moving.

[ayoungboy]

"Nope," Merlin smiles, doing his best to match Arthur's rhythm. "Just means you need to fuck me...more often..."

[royalpratness]

"I'm sure we can arrange that." Arthur catches Merlin's lips in a kiss. "Now shut up." He wraps his hand around Merlin's cock, aware that neither of them is going to last very long this time around.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin devolves into a series of moans and approving sounds, rocking between Arthur's cock and his hand, his own tight and gripping Arthur's shoulders.

[royalpratness]

Arthur tries to pace himself at first but after a minute, he's so lost in sensation that he fucks Merlin fast and hard, making the bed beneath them creak.

[ayoungboy]

"Yes - just like - fuck - " Merlin pants his encouragement, squeezing around Arthur as best he could at the rapid pace.

[royalpratness]

Arthur groans, trying his best to jerk Merlin off while fucking him. Barely a minute later, he cries out, coming inside Merlin. "Fuck..."

[ayoungboy]

It only takes a few more pumps of his hips into Arthur's hand before Merlin comes too, eyes flashing gold at the intense sensations.

[royalpratness]

Arthur can feel Merlin's magic brushing over him like a low breeze. He can't help but laugh, collapsing at Merlin's side.

[ayoungboy]

"You're - fucking good in bed - " Merlin pants, slinging an arm lazily over Arthur's waist.

[royalpratness]

"Don't tell me you had forgotten about that too?" Arthur rolls onto his side, pressing up against Merlin.

[ayoungboy]

"I could never forget that," Merlin traces a lazy pattern on his skin. "But it was a lovely reminder..."

[royalpratness]

Arthur kisses Merlin's jaw, closing his eyes. "I remember us fucking all the time. Especially in the beginning." He grins against Merlin's skin.

[ayoungboy]

"Couldn't get enough of each other," Merlin tilts his head towards Arthur. "Our honeymoon would have been...steamy."