No more options
not want you near.
not you dare touch me, or even less ... ...
I had cried a couple of hours ago Arthur, all blond hair and skin-deep rage, his clothes torn and slightly charred and had ; to left with his jaw tight, not allowing Merlin speak. Or to be healed of that wound in his right eyebrow.
you one of them.
When my father again ... my father ... I lied
myopia forever, sir .- snapped in a much more disrespectful than I wanted, but something like it had sparked anger in and the language was soon in an effort knotted to release all that anger .- Because I guess, Arthur you're going to pretend you never noticed, never suspected ...
- Pardon? What the hell are you implying now, servant?
- we always did it much easier to assume that the weakling of walking you save your servant's ass by sheer luck, instead of wondering how it was that every time something was going to do DAMAGE or, mágicameamp; eacute; l, Merlin, I would tell the truth to their fill, because it could be heading to the gallows, but he would not stay quiet, no sir. But he could not say anything, because Arthur was kissing him or maybe he's trying to break up the mouth with his teeth as a punishment, Merlin never know, feeling flustered with Arthur's lips pressed against hers and colliding teeth a bit and devouring the two phrases that Merlin never able to finish. Arthur's fingers buried him in the neck and Merlin could not help but whine, flapping in a vague attempt to depart yet knowing that I could not. The lenmp; iacute; to the neck, the jugular sucked him, pushing him against the throne, himself looking site, the largest body and dirty climbing Arthur's battle with him in the real seat Uther. He could only groan again and dare to tangle his fingers through his hair dirty and tugging .- Oh, God, Arthur ... - You never told me .- Arthur groaned in turn, separated only little, to look at him with those eyes too blue. The same fingers that previously had slapped her dark hair parted on the face, in a languid caress, unsophisticated, friends, peer, for .- I lied all this time & hellip;
Merlin could not do anything but push the neck to kiss Ely again, feeling deprived of weapons and excuses, with no word that could justify lying to Arthur, nothing that could atone for him deceived. The powerful hands embraced him from the waist, rising a little, holding on Arthur Merlin, separating the legs to make room, almost purring with happiness as she hugged and can not complain when Arthur unbuttoned his shirt dirty or when he untied the cord of his trousers. I trembled when the clothes were torn, gasping in the midst of difficult and contortionist movements, but not pudo but delivered because he could not do otherwise, the future king of Camelot. Arthur panted like a wild animal in your ear, panting like wounded animal and that was satisfactory, because their movements were not accurate and more than once in between desire, Merlin had seen him watched with fear, afraid to sit wrong. Merlin has seventeen years and never had thought of ever playing anyone, but he had never thought of something more normal to be left to discover for Arthur, his hands rough, clumsy nerve had previously deflowered girls but now trembled at the chest lampi & nmine in his ear, bit his shoulder, he promised the world, future, eternity, history. Shivering, ran inside with a plaintive wail that lasted almost a howling and Merlin felt his own arousal burst just for the intimate perception of Arthur over him, the his side,
within him, as had always been.
remained huddled on the throne, even though their body temperature dropped and the feverishness of his intimacy chose: Merlin resist to let him go, his legs still bound in their
