Merlin snorted out a laughter. That was an odd mistake. "I knew that," he said a bit sheepishly and rubbed his chin. Dean had said the name of the bar several times even during this conversation. But the mishap was funny enough to make him chuckle for a moment while grabbing a taco shell for himself and starting to stuff it with fillings.
"Despil would turn your bar into a Despil show." Merlin grinned while licking the tomato juice off his fingers. "He does that. He loves to entertain. Last week I went out with him for a night and we ended up in a karaoke bar, singing something horrible from the golden 80's while ladies threw their underwear at him."
He shook his head and took a bite of the taco, then quickly reached for those napkins because there just isn't a neat way to eat tacos.
Dean was either really hungry or really liked tacos. Merlin figured that it was a win-win in any case.
"Sounds like he needs to be a stripper," Dean said with a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't be like disgusting and gross. He had manners, sort of. Alcohol made them a little crappier than usual.
Sitting around talking, drinking, and sharing a meal was a great reminder of how friendly they were. Dean relaxed, like stopped caring about all the weirdness of being around an ex-boyfriend. It always went away eventually because he really just couldn't hold a grudge against people without good reason.
Laughing with mouth full of food, not really caring if it was messy or not, Merlin shook his head while trying to chew and swallow at the same time.
"No, look," he started after finally getting his mouth empty. "You'd have an orgy at your hands. I don't know what it is about him that turns people into mush. But he has it, whatever it is."
So, he might not want to introduce Dean to him in any case. JUST KIDDING.
Except not. No, really.
Merlin drew the bottle of Jack he had almost finished earlier to himself and uncorked it, pouring them both a shot in fresh glasses. "You probably want something else to drink too. What do you want? Soda? Beer? Water?" He stood up and aimed for the cupboards.
Dean was fantastic company. Merlin missed touching him freely and without any awkwardness but he had missed more just not spending time with him.
"Oh God, that would be so disastrous," Dean groaned and dropped his head to the table. "The health department would totally take away my alcohol license."
He turned his head and looked over at Merlin, his gaze still a little glassy eyed from alcohol but he could easily focus on him without trouble. He was tipsy, but not totally drunk.
"A little soda would be good," he said with a sigh. "At the very least I can mix everything together. Make a cocktail."
The whole point of another drink would be to help sober him up but he was staying for awhile. He could drink a little bit more before he needed to get sober. That could come later.
"I know, what a horrible mess." Merlin barked out a warm laughter as he fished out a few cokes for them from the fridge and returned to his taco. They were set now. He wouldn't have to dash around. He just needed to actually be able to sit on his butt and eat.
"What kind of cocktail would Jack, your squid liquor and coke make?" he asked before biting into another taco, his gaze twinkling with amusement over the taco shell.
They'll both be wasted before they're done here. What a shame.
"You don't usually mix whiskey and rum. I think." Dean wasn't officially a bartender. He could do a few things but he wasn't an expert in cocktails and mixed drinks. "I mean like, we could call it something stupid like The Briney Deep."
He sat up again so he could eat a little bit more and drink easier. He did mix his Jack into his Coke but luckily that made it mostly Coke. He would still get one hell of a buzz but nothing quite like the kraken liquor.
"This is why I hire people to do this stuff for me. I don't know what I'm doing but I can run a business." He pounded his fist on the island top to make his point.
"Be an entrepreneur," Merlin whispered, quite loudly so, while leaning a bit towards Dean. "New experiences."
And because he never was afraid to make a bit of a fool of himself, he did exactly that, sloshing at least half a mug of the coke into his jack, then a splash of the rum and swirled it around with his finger. A finger that he popped into his mouth with a wink and then sipped his mix.
"It's not... " he coughed. "Absolutely horrible at least."
He would drink it of course. Vile as it was. And he still liked the breeze of the sea as an after effect. But yes, Merlin wouldn't be much of a bartender either.
Dean dissolved into laughter at the look on Merlin's face after he took a drink. It looked like he had tasted something incredibly bad. Like brussel sprouts boiled in piss or something. It was hilarious to tipsy Dean. Hell, it probably would've been hilarious to sober Dean.
"I'm calling bullshit on that," he said between giggles. "You know it's terrible, just admit it."
He bumped his shoulder against Merlin's, grinning wildly at him. Come on, no shame in admitting something was bad.
"No!" Merlin gave a false look of dismay and crowed while picking up his glass again: "It's delicious, look..."
And the next sip would come with a look of intense pleasure, eyes closed and smacking lips. Ugh, it was worse than he had remembered but still! Moaning a little because that would just drive the point home, wouldn't it? "Mnn, so good."
He glanced at Dean from the corner of his eye. "I bet you'd like a taste."
"Keep your devil water away from me." Dean covered Merlin's face with his hand and pushed him away. "I have tasty, tasty alcohol and don't want you ruining it."
He curled around his jack and coke like a dragon protecting his hoard. No matter how pretty and pleasurable Merlin's expression was there was no way that mixture of crazy kraken rum and jack tasted good. Maybe if it was just coke and rum it'd be fine but he was skeptical of the whole crazy mixture.
"Stop being so cute about it too. You won't fool me with your adorableness."
"Mhy god, dnond e ho--" Merlin exclaimed against Dean's hand, crowfeet appearing around his laughing eyes. "Skittish!" And just because, he reached over as if to ruin Dean's drinks too, because it was exactly what had happened to his. (It was ruined. He couldn't, with a straight face, claim otherwise.)
"So you're weak against cute?" Batting his lashes and adopting that duck-face that you so often see plastered across the internet nowadays, he pushed his face all in Dean's business, distracting him until he could wiggle his fingers against Dean's side. Sorry, mate, he knows about your ticklish problem and is shameless enough to use this information.
If Dean was weak against anything it was moments like these where he was laughing and happy and slightly drunk. It's just everything he loved about being with a person, everything he felt for Merlin that hadn't really gone anywhere no matter what he said about being over it. Well, no, he was over it but because around Merlin again just brought it all back.
He grabbed Merlin's face in his hands, pulled him in and kissed him. It was sloppy and awkward and just not Dean's usual skill and style but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't think of any other response.
Alcohol was a bitch on his system. He was already an affectionate guy and when drunk that side of his personality was only amplified. There was no turning it down. His impulsiveness also went off the charts so what was a bad idea to sober Dean was a great idea to drunk Dean.
"Oh, god, that's awful. How did you not throw up?"
Merlin's eyes widened when he was pulled in and kissed, stumbling a bit to follow through with the motion instead of crashing into Dean and knocking both of them out down onto their asses. But he did answer the kiss, sloppy and awkward as it was, hands on Dean's elbows, holding him still.
Lips parted, tongue darting out to touch the bottom one, he gave himself a moment to just regard Dean quietly. So, alcohol maybe, or something else, he didn't know. But truth be told, he wasn't so much of a saint to really care, or give it enough thought, perhaps. Instead of moving away, the corners of his mouth curled up, blue eyes softening, and he leaned in tentatively, bypassing Dean's nose by tilting his head to the side. But he paused before their mouths were touching again, giving Dean amble time to avoid the collision.
"I have steely a self-control, mate," he whispered, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Truly inspirational shit."
And if Dean would let him, he would kiss him again, this time slow and much gentler than the rushed crashing of mouths that they had participated in just a moment before.
Seriously, a little alcohol, a sloppy kiss and Dean was right back to where he was a few weeks ago. His heart was racing and he felt a little dizzy but that might just be the alcohol. He still didn't pull away from him or didn't try to stop him when he leaned in for another kiss.
This one had Dean closing his eyes and slowly leaning towards him, bracing his hands on his thighs to keep himself balanced. He was definitely dizzy right now but in a good way, the best way. He didn't come here for this, honestly. He came here to talk to a friend, to enjoy his company, and drink.
It wasn't about this but now that they were kissing like this again he was almost glad they were doing this again. It felt really easy to get back into this.
Merlin might regret this tomorrow. Not because he didn't want it - he had never wanted to get over Dean - but because Dean obviously hadn't. And Merlin is self-conscious enough to think about it.
Just not right now.
Instead he's going to step closer, reaching up to slide one of his hands against Dean's jaw and from there behind his neck, tilting his face up. Merlin's heart is racing, his thoughts a bit foggy with the combined efforts of alcohol and endorphin, both gleefully rushing in his veins. But he deepens the kiss, licking into Dean's mouth sweetly.
Dean happily let Merlin guide him into the kiss, still swaying towards him as he opened his mouth and tangled his tongue around his.
Regret could come later, maybe it might never come. Dean wasn't thinking about it right now. He was thinking about dragging Merlin off to bed and spending the entire night without clothes on. Even though he wasn't entirely sober, he wasn't blasted, wasted drunk. He was aware of every action he took.
He just didn't over think it, didn't worry about it. He wanted Merlin and he wasn't going to stop himself from that.
They were in firm agreement about that. Thinking seems a little hard to be honest. Merlin was firmly in favour of just running his hands down along Dean's chest and around his waist, pulling him up from the chair and firmly against himself.
It was a peculiar thing, the mixture of familiarity and sense of something new, knowing the body under his touch and the way Dean kissed but still the emotion was brand new, exhilaration and something awfully aching tugging at his heart strings.
Merlin swayed back against the counter, pulling Dean with him, hands splayed at the small of his back.
"Merlin..." he breathed his name softly against his lips as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and buried his fingers in his hair.
There was no way to put into words how much he had missed this while Merlin was gone. He had not handled going from sleeping with another person in his bed to nothing, not just the physical but the goofy texts and discussions of magic. His life had been suddenly empty and Dean had hated it.
Friendship was good but this, wrapped up in Merlin again, was much better. Dean was much happier.
Humming softly, Merlin dragged his mouth to Dean's ear, pressing a few kisses here and there haphazardly on the way. "Yeah?"
Merlin hadn't had a lot of time to think about what he was missing. He had been running for his life most of the time. But once he had been free to take a moment, the first place he visited was Dean's apartment. It was obvious how he felt about this New York mage by the way he held him, tight and sweet, eager to touch.
And he had missed grabbing that ass to be completely honest, which is what happens next, his hands sliding down and pressing Dean flush against himself.
"Your bed..." He gave him a gentle push in that direction because as fun as making out in the kitchen was he wanted to do this right, to have it be special and meaningful and important. It was to him. No matter how care free and easy going he was Dean had a lot of feelings about all this.
He pushed his hands underneath Merlin's shirt and dragged his nails over his skin. He remembered what Merlin liked too. It wasn't something easily forgotten even after a long time apart.
In fact, all those memories were rushing back, filling Dean with a strong sense of need and instead of hiding it he let himself feel it. He reveled in being wanted and wanting in return.
Merlin gave a soft chuckle as he pressed his mouth once more on Dean's jaw before disentangling himself and grabbing Dean's hand to lead him across the apartment to the opposing corner, to his bed.
"C'mere." He sat on the edge of the bed and hooked a finger in the belt loop of Dean's jeans, pulling him onto his lap. Fingers curling at the hem of Dean's shirt, Merlin pulled it up and over his head, tossing the garment on the floor. Then he dragged his mouth down onto Dean's chest, warm and wet, peppering his skin with kisses, dragging his teeth to a collarbone, which he bit gently.
There was a smile on his lips, but it wasn't the same kind that made home there when he was joking and playing around, surprisingly soft and maybe just a little shy.
Dean straddled his thighs and settled into his lap, tangling his fingers in Merlin's hair. He kissed him as long as he could, pausing for his shirt getting pulled over his head and Merlin kissing over his chest. Eyes closed he shivered in delight at the bite.
That soft smile made Dean soften slightly. He leaned in and rested his forehead against Merlin's for a moment, just swept up in a wave of tenderness. He wanted to protect that smile and the emotions that caused it. Dean wanted to be the sole cause of it. This was the feeling that got him in trouble in the first place, why it was so hard to get over him in the first place.
After that little moment he tugged Merlin's shirt over his head and got his hands on the skin he missed so much.
Smoothing his hands down along Dean's back, Merlin paused to look at him when their foreheads came to contact. He didn't say anything, just looked and waited and finally understood. He reached up to cup Dean's cheek within his palms, nosing against him for a moment, just because all this made him feel so very deeply, so very acutely for Dean. It was unusual for him to be this swept away, and yet, here he was.
His kiss was sweet, careful and oh so tender. But then broken when Dean decided to undress him too.
Merlin leaned back a little, yanking the shirt away and tossing it aside as well. But he was quick to return, his mouth seeking Dean's while his hands slipped between them to pop open Dean's jeans, button and zipper, then he could push his hands under them and move them to Dean's ass, press their bodies flush together.
When they were both sober they could talk about what this meant for their future. Clearly, both of them still had more than a soft spot for the other and that they still wanted something more. Hell, they still wanted and that said a lot. Dean knew he wouldn't be happy with this being a one night stand.
"Mmm, I think you want something," he purred, rocking back against the hands on his ass. He ran his hands over Merlin's chest and shoulders. His arms went around them and he dragged his nails along his spine. He didn't care who fucked who right now. Dean just wanted to get naked, wrap himself around Merlin and spend the night that way.
Merlin wasn't happy, that was clear enough, the way things had been. He was a little happier now. But it didn't mean anything if they'd have sex. Not really. It could end up being just one night and that's it. But he wasn't worrying about it right that moment, because that would have been such a waste.
Instead he grinned against Dean's ear and nipped at his earlobe. "Oh, I think I want something, yeah." He didn't honestly care which way they'd roll it. All he really cared was that they'd get fully naked and touch each other as much as humanly possible.
He shivered as those nails dragged up against his spine and hummed with pleasure beside Dean's ear. They could go on like this forever and Merlin would be pretty damn okay with it. But it would be hard to undress fully seated like this, so he picked up Dean eventually and twisted them around so he could press Dean down onto the mattress while he stood up, hands curling under the waist of those tight jeans and he peeled them away.
"I appreciate how your ass looks in these, babe," Merlin joked as he kept pulling until the denim rolled off of Dean's legs. "But they are awfully difficult for a drunken man to handle, you know that, don't you?"
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LMAO typos also sorry for the delay!
"Despil would turn your bar into a Despil show." Merlin grinned while licking the tomato juice off his fingers. "He does that. He loves to entertain. Last week I went out with him for a night and we ended up in a karaoke bar, singing something horrible from the golden 80's while ladies threw their underwear at him."
He shook his head and took a bite of the taco, then quickly reached for those napkins because there just isn't a neat way to eat tacos.
Dean was either really hungry or really liked tacos. Merlin figured that it was a win-win in any case.
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Sitting around talking, drinking, and sharing a meal was a great reminder of how friendly they were. Dean relaxed, like stopped caring about all the weirdness of being around an ex-boyfriend. It always went away eventually because he really just couldn't hold a grudge against people without good reason.
This would be a good evening, whatever happened.
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"No, look," he started after finally getting his mouth empty. "You'd have an orgy at your hands. I don't know what it is about him that turns people into mush. But he has it, whatever it is."
So, he might not want to introduce Dean to him in any case. JUST KIDDING.
Except not. No, really.
Merlin drew the bottle of Jack he had almost finished earlier to himself and uncorked it, pouring them both a shot in fresh glasses. "You probably want something else to drink too. What do you want? Soda? Beer? Water?" He stood up and aimed for the cupboards.
Dean was fantastic company. Merlin missed touching him freely and without any awkwardness but he had missed more just not spending time with him.
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He turned his head and looked over at Merlin, his gaze still a little glassy eyed from alcohol but he could easily focus on him without trouble. He was tipsy, but not totally drunk.
"A little soda would be good," he said with a sigh. "At the very least I can mix everything together. Make a cocktail."
The whole point of another drink would be to help sober him up but he was staying for awhile. He could drink a little bit more before he needed to get sober. That could come later.
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"What kind of cocktail would Jack, your squid liquor and coke make?" he asked before biting into another taco, his gaze twinkling with amusement over the taco shell.
They'll both be wasted before they're done here. What a shame.
time for tacos!
He sat up again so he could eat a little bit more and drink easier. He did mix his Jack into his Coke but luckily that made it mostly Coke. He would still get one hell of a buzz but nothing quite like the kraken liquor.
"This is why I hire people to do this stuff for me. I don't know what I'm doing but I can run a business." He pounded his fist on the island top to make his point.
I wish!
And because he never was afraid to make a bit of a fool of himself, he did exactly that, sloshing at least half a mug of the coke into his jack, then a splash of the rum and swirled it around with his finger. A finger that he popped into his mouth with a wink and then sipped his mix.
"It's not... " he coughed. "Absolutely horrible at least."
He would drink it of course. Vile as it was. And he still liked the breeze of the sea as an after effect. But yes, Merlin wouldn't be much of a bartender either.
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"I'm calling bullshit on that," he said between giggles. "You know it's terrible, just admit it."
He bumped his shoulder against Merlin's, grinning wildly at him. Come on, no shame in admitting something was bad.
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And the next sip would come with a look of intense pleasure, eyes closed and smacking lips. Ugh, it was worse than he had remembered but still! Moaning a little because that would just drive the point home, wouldn't it? "Mnn, so good."
He glanced at Dean from the corner of his eye. "I bet you'd like a taste."
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He curled around his jack and coke like a dragon protecting his hoard. No matter how pretty and pleasurable Merlin's expression was there was no way that mixture of crazy kraken rum and jack tasted good. Maybe if it was just coke and rum it'd be fine but he was skeptical of the whole crazy mixture.
"Stop being so cute about it too. You won't fool me with your adorableness."
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"So you're weak against cute?" Batting his lashes and adopting that duck-face that you so often see plastered across the internet nowadays, he pushed his face all in Dean's business, distracting him until he could wiggle his fingers against Dean's side. Sorry, mate, he knows about your ticklish problem and is shameless enough to use this information.
"Have a little taste, babe."
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He grabbed Merlin's face in his hands, pulled him in and kissed him. It was sloppy and awkward and just not Dean's usual skill and style but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't think of any other response.
Alcohol was a bitch on his system. He was already an affectionate guy and when drunk that side of his personality was only amplified. There was no turning it down. His impulsiveness also went off the charts so what was a bad idea to sober Dean was a great idea to drunk Dean.
"Oh, god, that's awful. How did you not throw up?"
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Lips parted, tongue darting out to touch the bottom one, he gave himself a moment to just regard Dean quietly. So, alcohol maybe, or something else, he didn't know. But truth be told, he wasn't so much of a saint to really care, or give it enough thought, perhaps. Instead of moving away, the corners of his mouth curled up, blue eyes softening, and he leaned in tentatively, bypassing Dean's nose by tilting his head to the side. But he paused before their mouths were touching again, giving Dean amble time to avoid the collision.
"I have steely a self-control, mate," he whispered, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Truly inspirational shit."
And if Dean would let him, he would kiss him again, this time slow and much gentler than the rushed crashing of mouths that they had participated in just a moment before.
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Seriously, a little alcohol, a sloppy kiss and Dean was right back to where he was a few weeks ago. His heart was racing and he felt a little dizzy but that might just be the alcohol. He still didn't pull away from him or didn't try to stop him when he leaned in for another kiss.
This one had Dean closing his eyes and slowly leaning towards him, bracing his hands on his thighs to keep himself balanced. He was definitely dizzy right now but in a good way, the best way. He didn't come here for this, honestly. He came here to talk to a friend, to enjoy his company, and drink.
It wasn't about this but now that they were kissing like this again he was almost glad they were doing this again. It felt really easy to get back into this.
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Just not right now.
Instead he's going to step closer, reaching up to slide one of his hands against Dean's jaw and from there behind his neck, tilting his face up. Merlin's heart is racing, his thoughts a bit foggy with the combined efforts of alcohol and endorphin, both gleefully rushing in his veins. But he deepens the kiss, licking into Dean's mouth sweetly.
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Regret could come later, maybe it might never come. Dean wasn't thinking about it right now. He was thinking about dragging Merlin off to bed and spending the entire night without clothes on. Even though he wasn't entirely sober, he wasn't blasted, wasted drunk. He was aware of every action he took.
He just didn't over think it, didn't worry about it. He wanted Merlin and he wasn't going to stop himself from that.
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It was a peculiar thing, the mixture of familiarity and sense of something new, knowing the body under his touch and the way Dean kissed but still the emotion was brand new, exhilaration and something awfully aching tugging at his heart strings.
Merlin swayed back against the counter, pulling Dean with him, hands splayed at the small of his back.
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There was no way to put into words how much he had missed this while Merlin was gone. He had not handled going from sleeping with another person in his bed to nothing, not just the physical but the goofy texts and discussions of magic. His life had been suddenly empty and Dean had hated it.
Friendship was good but this, wrapped up in Merlin again, was much better. Dean was much happier.
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Merlin hadn't had a lot of time to think about what he was missing. He had been running for his life most of the time. But once he had been free to take a moment, the first place he visited was Dean's apartment. It was obvious how he felt about this New York mage by the way he held him, tight and sweet, eager to touch.
And he had missed grabbing that ass to be completely honest, which is what happens next, his hands sliding down and pressing Dean flush against himself.
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He pushed his hands underneath Merlin's shirt and dragged his nails over his skin. He remembered what Merlin liked too. It wasn't something easily forgotten even after a long time apart.
In fact, all those memories were rushing back, filling Dean with a strong sense of need and instead of hiding it he let himself feel it. He reveled in being wanted and wanting in return.
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Merlin gave a soft chuckle as he pressed his mouth once more on Dean's jaw before disentangling himself and grabbing Dean's hand to lead him across the apartment to the opposing corner, to his bed.
"C'mere." He sat on the edge of the bed and hooked a finger in the belt loop of Dean's jeans, pulling him onto his lap. Fingers curling at the hem of Dean's shirt, Merlin pulled it up and over his head, tossing the garment on the floor. Then he dragged his mouth down onto Dean's chest, warm and wet, peppering his skin with kisses, dragging his teeth to a collarbone, which he bit gently.
There was a smile on his lips, but it wasn't the same kind that made home there when he was joking and playing around, surprisingly soft and maybe just a little shy.
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That soft smile made Dean soften slightly. He leaned in and rested his forehead against Merlin's for a moment, just swept up in a wave of tenderness. He wanted to protect that smile and the emotions that caused it. Dean wanted to be the sole cause of it. This was the feeling that got him in trouble in the first place, why it was so hard to get over him in the first place.
After that little moment he tugged Merlin's shirt over his head and got his hands on the skin he missed so much.
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His kiss was sweet, careful and oh so tender. But then broken when Dean decided to undress him too.
Merlin leaned back a little, yanking the shirt away and tossing it aside as well. But he was quick to return, his mouth seeking Dean's while his hands slipped between them to pop open Dean's jeans, button and zipper, then he could push his hands under them and move them to Dean's ass, press their bodies flush together.
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"Mmm, I think you want something," he purred, rocking back against the hands on his ass. He ran his hands over Merlin's chest and shoulders. His arms went around them and he dragged his nails along his spine. He didn't care who fucked who right now. Dean just wanted to get naked, wrap himself around Merlin and spend the night that way.
He had missed him so much.
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Instead he grinned against Dean's ear and nipped at his earlobe. "Oh, I think I want something, yeah." He didn't honestly care which way they'd roll it. All he really cared was that they'd get fully naked and touch each other as much as humanly possible.
He shivered as those nails dragged up against his spine and hummed with pleasure beside Dean's ear. They could go on like this forever and Merlin would be pretty damn okay with it. But it would be hard to undress fully seated like this, so he picked up Dean eventually and twisted them around so he could press Dean down onto the mattress while he stood up, hands curling under the waist of those tight jeans and he peeled them away.
"I appreciate how your ass looks in these, babe," Merlin joked as he kept pulling until the denim rolled off of Dean's legs. "But they are awfully difficult for a drunken man to handle, you know that, don't you?"
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I'm sorry for the delay. Sickness has been keeling me over for three fucking weeks. D:
ugh, no fun