It's the sort of music that either makes you want to fall in love or find a way to be smart enough, or good enough to stay away. YES.
shrug off his jacket, finding a space on a barstool that looks relatively safe to put his coat on. He's unwinding his scarf when he looks up to see Merlin, standing in the hallway, taking pictures of him. The combination of Arthur shrugging out of his jacket and Merlin taking his picture like that makes me feel so affectionate. <3
the black metal a very sharp contrast to his pale skin and the pinkness of his nipples. Pretty image.
he's smiling, climbing onto Arthur's desk with all this filth and grime and appallingly endearing elbows and knees to mount Arthur's lap. This is so perfect because it demonstrates all of the affection they have for each other. Lovely. <3
Merlin riding Arthur's lap in what is becoming a very familiar and frequent position for them. I was just thinking that this is at least the second time we've seen Merlin do this.
Merlin's face tucked up underneath Arthur's chin, another familiar position for them, Part of me enjoys the little affectionate things like this even more than the smut because they show just how much they like each other and enjoy being together.
The splash of red paint over his belly makes him want to cry but when he opens his eyes, Merlin is already there.
"A gift," he pleads with shining eyes. The idea of Merlin pleading about this for some reason touches me.
There's something here. Arthur is sure of it but it's too early in the morning to be having some sort of relationship conversation and Merlin looks so good, boyfriend cardigan with no t-shirt underneath and just his briefs. He looks comfy and homey They probably should have that talk! I want to know what they are and how they define themselves.
Merlin says with seriousness that quakes in Arthur's chest before he smiles and licks at Arthur's lips. He has such clear puppy-ish tendencies, and I love them.
This makes Arthur frown. Stupid Merlin and his sweet mouth and his ridiculous ideas and... Arthur presses a hand to his eyes and thinks that he really needs to go to bed. He shouldn't feel so negatively about his feelings for Merlin. Nope. Nope.
his body is pressing back against Arthur's front until they're spooning like kittens. Beautiful.
his chest tight with something that feels like uncertainty but he's sure it something else entirely—something far more dangerous. I can guess what the something else is...
The silence that coats them is soft and intimate. I love the idea of it coating them, like it's paint.
"I just got you one," Arthur says, suddenly shy. I enjoy an Arthur who second-guesses himself a little.
When Merlin looks up, there are tears in his eyes and Arthur wonders if he's fucked it up again. "God, Arthur. You read 'Howl'? For me," he says before reaching across the couch and places frantic but precious and sweet kisses all over his face. Everything about this is glorious.
He wants Merlin so bad and he has no doubt that they'll get off after this but Arthur's been dreaming about fucking Merlin for weeks. He knows they should talk about it but it just hasn't come up yet and Gwaine is still around, still calls Merlin and texts him and they hang out and Arthur just isn't ready to ruin everything yet. I wasn't really under the impression that they'd had sex, so that's interesting but also bizarre, since Merlin seems like he'd be very free with something like that. And then the whole Gwaine thing makes me uncomfortable, like maybe they're not having sex because he and Gwaine are.
When Arthur opens his present—a brand of expensive condoms—he stares at the box before looking back up at Merlin. Oh! Merlin was thinking the same thing! <333
fluttering hands and a few nervous licks at his mouth. It's like he can't express his feelings without touches and kisses and licks; I love that.
Arthur's mind stumbles on the word dating but he's getting frustrated with Merlin's confused expression and more than a little hurt. I don't think I blame you for that hurt, Arthur.
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Date: 2011-05-30 02:48 am (UTC)shrug off his jacket, finding a space on a barstool that looks relatively safe to put his coat on. He's unwinding his scarf when he looks up to see Merlin, standing in the hallway, taking pictures of him. The combination of Arthur shrugging out of his jacket and Merlin taking his picture like that makes me feel so affectionate. <3
the black metal a very sharp contrast to his pale skin and the pinkness of his nipples. Pretty image.
he's smiling, climbing onto Arthur's desk with all this filth and grime and appallingly endearing elbows and knees to mount Arthur's lap. This is so perfect because it demonstrates all of the affection they have for each other. Lovely. <3
Merlin riding Arthur's lap in what is becoming a very familiar and frequent position for them. I was just thinking that this is at least the second time we've seen Merlin do this.
Merlin's face tucked up underneath Arthur's chin, another familiar position for them, Part of me enjoys the little affectionate things like this even more than the smut because they show just how much they like each other and enjoy being together.
The splash of red paint over his belly makes him want to cry but when he opens his eyes, Merlin is already there.
"A gift," he pleads with shining eyes. The idea of Merlin pleading about this for some reason touches me.
There's something here. Arthur is sure of it but it's too early in the morning to be having some sort of relationship conversation and Merlin looks so good, boyfriend cardigan with no t-shirt underneath and just his briefs. He looks comfy and homey They probably should have that talk! I want to know what they are and how they define themselves.
Merlin says with seriousness that quakes in Arthur's chest before he smiles and licks at Arthur's lips. He has such clear puppy-ish tendencies, and I love them.
This makes Arthur frown. Stupid Merlin and his sweet mouth and his ridiculous ideas and... Arthur presses a hand to his eyes and thinks that he really needs to go to bed. He shouldn't feel so negatively about his feelings for Merlin. Nope. Nope.
his body is pressing back against Arthur's front until they're spooning like kittens. Beautiful.
his chest tight with something that feels like uncertainty but he's sure it something else entirely—something far more dangerous. I can guess what the something else is...
The silence that coats them is soft and intimate. I love the idea of it coating them, like it's paint.
"I just got you one," Arthur says, suddenly shy. I enjoy an Arthur who second-guesses himself a little.
When Merlin looks up, there are tears in his eyes and Arthur wonders if he's fucked it up again. "God, Arthur. You read 'Howl'? For me," he says before reaching across the couch and places frantic but precious and sweet kisses all over his face. Everything about this is glorious.
He wants Merlin so bad and he has no doubt that they'll get off after this but Arthur's been dreaming about fucking Merlin for weeks. He knows they should talk about it but it just hasn't come up yet and Gwaine is still around, still calls Merlin and texts him and they hang out and Arthur just isn't ready to ruin everything yet. I wasn't really under the impression that they'd had sex, so that's interesting but also bizarre, since Merlin seems like he'd be very free with something like that. And then the whole Gwaine thing makes me uncomfortable, like maybe they're not having sex because he and Gwaine are.
When Arthur opens his present—a brand of expensive condoms—he stares at the box before looking back up at Merlin. Oh! Merlin was thinking the same thing! <333
fluttering hands and a few nervous licks at his mouth. It's like he can't express his feelings without touches and kisses and licks; I love that.
Arthur's mind stumbles on the word dating but he's getting frustrated with Merlin's confused expression and more than a little hurt. I don't think I blame you for that hurt, Arthur.