"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?"
Dean yelped a little in surprise as they flipped over and then laughed at himself for making such a ridiculous sound. He lifted his hips and wiggled, trying to help as much as he could with getting his skinny jeans off.
"Don't be drunk next time and you'll be fine," he said as he stretched his arms over his head and put himself on display. He was utterly shameless about how he looked. Half the reason he wore skinny jeans was because of how good they made his ass look. He also liked how they made other people look at his ass and appreciate it. Dean liked to look good.
He didn't even think about what his words implied. He was good with one night stands but with Merlin there was no way he could do that. They had too much history and it was good history. Maybe if Merlin was an asshole or really, really hurt him, Dean might consider this a one off but tonight couldn't be that unless Merlin wanted it to be.
"Anything good worth having it worth working for. I think I read that on a fortune cookie once."
"That fortune cookie can kiss my less royal butt." Merlin yanked the last of the jeans off, popping them around Dean's ankles and then collapsed on the mattress between those shapely legs that did, indeed, look very good in skinny jeans. He pretended to fan himself as if the workout had been extensive.
"You sure know how to make a man work for it," he grinned and pressed his mouth to the subtle curve of Dean's thigh, mouthing his way up along the inner flesh, soft and sensitive.
Dean was gorgeous, that much Merlin knew from memory but he never had had any objections to feasting his eyes on him. And he did so rather shamelessly, letting his eyes roam and appreciate. But only for a brief moment, then he was hoisting those legs up and pulling away the underwear that had stuck on Dean's jutting hipbones.
"Next time I'm not drunk and you're not getting out of this bed for a day, so pen that down on your planner, Mr. Murphy." He was kidding. Mostly. Just really pleased to hear that there would be a next time and it made his heart light. Light enough that when he pressed his mouth to the inside of Dean's thigh again, he gave it a light bite.
Dean laughed again, practically dissolving into giggle as Merlin collapsed on top of him. Sex was so much better if you could laugh during it. He felt so much better, so much more relaxed and happy if there was laughter while in bed with someone. Merlin made him happy.
"You should work for it. Hard work makes you appreciate it more." That might have been a fortune cookie too. Dean couldn't really remember in this tipsy, aroused as hell state. He half hard when Merlin pulled his underwear off and when he started to kiss up his thigh he thickened even more.
He reached down and slid both hands into Merlin's hair, tangling his fingers in the long strands. "Yeah, babe, let's do that." An entire day in bed with Merlin? Yes, please.
"I see, so I should play hard to get for you to appreciate me more?" Merlin grinned against Dean's thigh while nosing his way further up. The mattress dipped under his weight as he pressed his elbows down on both sides of Dean's hips, bringing his mouth down on that hardening length and mouthed it up to the round tip.
"Not sure how to turn the tide here, though, I'll be honest. I'm pretty eager to suck this cock, you see..." He gave a woeful look at Dean before twisting two fingers under that said cock to help it up enough for him to kiss the tip. "I guess I'll just have to do with less appreciation."
The last was murmured softly, his lips moving against Dean's skin, eyes heavy lidded as he breathed in the musk and arousal, mouth parting to take him in.
"I'll appreciate you plenty in a minute." Dean closed his eyes as Merlin took him in his mouth and moaned softly. He tightened his fingers in his hair but didn't guide him or move him, he held on and let him do whatever he wanted.
Merlin had always been a generous lover, whatever position he took. Never once had he left Dean anything less that satisfied. He had missed that generosity, missed the sweet way Merlin looked after him and missed how cherished it made him feel. He wanted to feel that again so badly.
He breathed out his name and shivered under his attention. Dean breathed through his mouth, not quite panting but close. "More, please."
I'm sorry for the delay. Sickness has been keeling me over for three fucking weeks. D:
Generosity was just one part of it, really. Merlin loved seeing Dean come undone under him. It was the best turnon he could think of right now. He wasn't a magician in the sheets but was something to be said about age and diligence.
It was a mutually beneficial situation. Merlin loved how responsible Dean was, how nicely he would light up like a Christmas tree under attention.
He took his time, despite the little plea, licking Dean's length up and down, getting him wet with his lips before letting that length slide in between his lips. He was familiarising himself again with the musky scent of Dean, with the weight of him, the thickness and the way the ridges of his cock felt against his lips. Merlin took him as far as he could, then let him slide out slowly, only to suck him in again, cheeks hollowing and his breath rushing out through his nose as he let his head bob up and down, eyes closed and obviously enjoying what he was doing.
There were a whole bunch of reasons why Dean was so responsive to genuine attention and affection. He hadn't gone into it with Merlin. Maybe he would one day but right now he soaked it all in, greedy, so greedy for Merlin's undivided attention and love making.
"Merlin," Dean moaned, his fingers tight in Merlin's hair. "Merlin, easy, baby. Don't make me come just yet. I want you to fuck me tonight."
It had been so long since they had been together. Dean wanted to get fucked by him and fuck Merlin. He wanted to spend the whole night tangled up in this bed, in these sheets, never far from his lover.
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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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"Don't be drunk next time and you'll be fine," he said as he stretched his arms over his head and put himself on display. He was utterly shameless about how he looked. Half the reason he wore skinny jeans was because of how good they made his ass look. He also liked how they made other people look at his ass and appreciate it. Dean liked to look good.
He didn't even think about what his words implied. He was good with one night stands but with Merlin there was no way he could do that. They had too much history and it was good history. Maybe if Merlin was an asshole or really, really hurt him, Dean might consider this a one off but tonight couldn't be that unless Merlin wanted it to be.
"Anything good worth having it worth working for. I think I read that on a fortune cookie once."
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"You sure know how to make a man work for it," he grinned and pressed his mouth to the subtle curve of Dean's thigh, mouthing his way up along the inner flesh, soft and sensitive.
Dean was gorgeous, that much Merlin knew from memory but he never had had any objections to feasting his eyes on him. And he did so rather shamelessly, letting his eyes roam and appreciate. But only for a brief moment, then he was hoisting those legs up and pulling away the underwear that had stuck on Dean's jutting hipbones.
"Next time I'm not drunk and you're not getting out of this bed for a day, so pen that down on your planner, Mr. Murphy." He was kidding. Mostly. Just really pleased to hear that there would be a next time and it made his heart light. Light enough that when he pressed his mouth to the inside of Dean's thigh again, he gave it a light bite.
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"You should work for it. Hard work makes you appreciate it more." That might have been a fortune cookie too. Dean couldn't really remember in this tipsy, aroused as hell state. He half hard when Merlin pulled his underwear off and when he started to kiss up his thigh he thickened even more.
He reached down and slid both hands into Merlin's hair, tangling his fingers in the long strands. "Yeah, babe, let's do that." An entire day in bed with Merlin? Yes, please.
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"Not sure how to turn the tide here, though, I'll be honest. I'm pretty eager to suck this cock, you see..." He gave a woeful look at Dean before twisting two fingers under that said cock to help it up enough for him to kiss the tip. "I guess I'll just have to do with less appreciation."
The last was murmured softly, his lips moving against Dean's skin, eyes heavy lidded as he breathed in the musk and arousal, mouth parting to take him in.
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Merlin had always been a generous lover, whatever position he took. Never once had he left Dean anything less that satisfied. He had missed that generosity, missed the sweet way Merlin looked after him and missed how cherished it made him feel. He wanted to feel that again so badly.
He breathed out his name and shivered under his attention. Dean breathed through his mouth, not quite panting but close. "More, please."
I'm sorry for the delay. Sickness has been keeling me over for three fucking weeks. D:
It was a mutually beneficial situation. Merlin loved how responsible Dean was, how nicely he would light up like a Christmas tree under attention.
He took his time, despite the little plea, licking Dean's length up and down, getting him wet with his lips before letting that length slide in between his lips. He was familiarising himself again with the musky scent of Dean, with the weight of him, the thickness and the way the ridges of his cock felt against his lips. Merlin took him as far as he could, then let him slide out slowly, only to suck him in again, cheeks hollowing and his breath rushing out through his nose as he let his head bob up and down, eyes closed and obviously enjoying what he was doing.
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"Merlin," Dean moaned, his fingers tight in Merlin's hair. "Merlin, easy, baby. Don't make me come just yet. I want you to fuck me tonight."
It had been so long since they had been together. Dean wanted to get fucked by him and fuck Merlin. He wanted to spend the whole night tangled up in this bed, in these sheets, never far from his lover.