Seriously, I just wrote a novel comment and it fucking at it.
FUCK YOU, LJ. YOU CAN'T STAND BETWEEN OUT LOVE.
Erm.
As I was saying...
YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. SO FUCKING WELL.
This: Normally if Arthur wants it just this side of rough he has to spell it out ('hold me down and fuck me, goddamnit!'). Who knows, maybe it's a birthday thing, but Merlin is bloody relentless, his movements just the right shade of cruel as he kicks at Arthur's instep, widening his stance. Arthur hears the click of the little tube he's been carrying around with him all night and tilts his hips back, begging for it without having to resort to words. Merlin scatters kisses over Arthur's nape, while his slick fingers trace through Arthur's cleft, an unbearable tease.
Fuck. Fuck, baby, this is perfect. Arthur is such a demanding, bossy, fickle and cunty bottom. AND I LOVE IT. Merlin just gives it to him but he's a touch condescending, knowing that Arthur needs a little talking down to (WHY IS THIS SO HOT). They're perfect together and every time Merlin said birthday boy my vagina shook. Literally. It shook.
"You wanna fuck?" Merlin offers.
And well, yes, but – "No, god, don't stop."
OH MY FUCKING GOD, BABE. FINGERBLASTING, FINGERBANGING GOODNESSSSSSSSS.
Seriously. You know me so well. You're perfect for me. I'm eloping with you (to Iceland?) and we shan't ever come back to reality.
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Date: 2011-08-30 02:32 pm (UTC)Seriously, I just wrote a novel comment and it fucking at it.
FUCK YOU, LJ. YOU CAN'T STAND BETWEEN OUT LOVE.
Erm.
As I was saying...
YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. SO FUCKING WELL.
This:
Normally if Arthur wants it just this side of rough he has to spell it out ('hold me down and fuck me, goddamnit!'). Who knows, maybe it's a birthday thing, but Merlin is bloody relentless, his movements just the right shade of cruel as he kicks at Arthur's instep, widening his stance. Arthur hears the click of the little tube he's been carrying around with him all night and tilts his hips back, begging for it without having to resort to words. Merlin scatters kisses over Arthur's nape, while his slick fingers trace through Arthur's cleft, an unbearable tease.
Fuck. Fuck, baby, this is perfect. Arthur is such a demanding, bossy, fickle and cunty bottom. AND I LOVE IT. Merlin just gives it to him but he's a touch condescending, knowing that Arthur needs a little talking down to (WHY IS THIS SO HOT). They're perfect together and every time Merlin said birthday boy my vagina shook. Literally. It shook.
"You wanna fuck?" Merlin offers.
And well, yes, but – "No, god, don't stop."
OH MY FUCKING GOD, BABE. FINGERBLASTING, FINGERBANGING GOODNESSSSSSSSS.
Seriously. You know me so well. You're perfect for me. I'm eloping with you (to Iceland?) and we shan't ever come back to reality.
I love you. You are way, way too excellent to me.
♥