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Merlin exited the stairwell on the third floor and scanned the hallway, looking for Arthur’s room. “He said it was room 316.” He muttered to himself. Across from the stairwell was a doorway that had the number 327. He was close, then, and it would be on this side of the hall.
Turning to the right, Merlin went a few doors down and found the one that was Arthur’s. He hesitated, wondering what Arthur’s reason was for asking him to come up here. He had sounded genuine when he’d retorted to Morgana that his intentions were innocent, but what if he secretly wanted something else too? I mean, why else ask Merlin to come to his room?
Merlin dismissed that. No sense daydreaming when he could just knock on the door and find out. He took a deep breath, braced himself mentally, and knocked on the door lightly.
He heard footsteps almost right away, like Arthur had been waiting for him to knock. The door was flung open and Arthur appeared in the door. “Finally.” He growled. He grabbed Merlin by the arm, pulling him inside and shutting it behind them.
Merlin found himself pressed up against the door by a suddenly needy Arthur. Their lips locked almost before he could process what was going on. Then he was kissing him back. It was as though his body were on autopilot; his lips claimed Arthur’s again and again, a low growl slipping from his mouth as they made out. Merlin found himself enjoying this; no, wanting it. He wanted this, needed this, didn’t want it to end…
Arthur’s hands slid between them, resting his palm on Merlin’s stiff bulge, but it was when he felt Arthur unbuttoning his jeans that Merlin’s brain finally kicked into gear. “Arthur.” He said, grabbing those greedy hands, trapping them with his own and gazing at Arthur calmly.
The Cat Shifter showed no remorse and actually had the gall to pout prettily at him, as though he was upset that Merlin was stopping him from doing what they both wanted. Merlin swallowed hard; fuck, he was getting even harder now because that pout was so damn cute he wanted to rip off Arthur’s clothes right now and breed him until he couldn’t walk.
His instincts were screaming at him to let it happen. Arthur clearly wanted to be bred; his pupils were blown wide open, his tail was wrapping around Merlin’s hands, and if he got any closer to Merlin he’d be behind him.
Arthur gazed back at Merlin. Both young men were breathing harder, both turned on and dying for more. Merlin remained calm as best he could. He wanted this, but he knew it wasn’t the right time. Not yet.
They needed to talk, really talk, before this could be allowed to happen. Arthur sighed wearily but let Merlin push him away. Not far, just enough so that their bodies—and stiff cocks—were no longer rubbing on one another.
“Had to try.” Arthur mumbled. “I know.” Merlin replied. “I want it, too. Really. But we do need to talk. Then...well, we’ll see.” Arthur sat on what Merlin assumed was his bed; it seemed to be a twin of Lance’s bed, with similar sheets and setup. Did rich kids shop at the same places, or did these two have the same stuff because they were cousins and shared preferences?
Arthur must have guessed what Merlin was thinking. “If you’re wondering why my room looks like Lance’s, it’s because I bought him that stuff. Well, my dad did. This isn’t my style, really. It’s what my dad picked out for us.”
Ah. That explained it. Arthur patted the bed beside him; Merlin debated on it but decided that, for both of their sakes, they didn’t need to be that close. He sat at the desk instead, noting Arthur’s tiny frown.
Merlin smiled, shaking his head. They’d barely met and he was already getting clingy. It was cute, in a way. Then he focused again. There were so many things he wanted to ask Arthur. How did he have a knot? What were his parents like? Why did he think they would never accept Merlin?
But it was the one that was most pressing on his mind that he found himself asking. “Arthur, if I were to ask you, ‘Are you prepared to be my mate for life, no matter what?’, would you say yes?”
Arthur gazed passively at him, one eyebrow raised. Then he cleared his throat. “In case me trying to shove my hands into your pants just now wasn’t obvious enough, or letting you knot my mouth earlier, then yes, if you were to ask me to be your mate I would never betray you and break the bond. I didn’t reject you earlier, I’ve accepted you already, and I wouldn’t ever hurt you like that.
“Now I have a question. Why is that the first thing you want to know?” Merlin squirmed as Arthur’s passive gaze became a more serious stare. He should have expected that question, really. He sighed, then began to explain.
He told Arthur about his father, how he’d met his mom while visiting Dripping Springs with work buddies and they’d bumped into one another by chance. He’d taken a liking to her, they’d swapped numbers, and a few months later they had made the mate bond.
When he told Arthur about his dad basically abandoning him to return to the pack’s land and later breaking the mate-bond by bonding to someone else, that serious stare became a dark scowl.
Then Merlin explained why, and when Arthur wanted to know more about his father Merlin gave his honest opinion. “He can be a jerk, but at least he made a point to always call me on my birthdays and Christmas. He would send a card every holiday, and sometimes there’d be a few bucks in it, but that was it. I could tell I wasn’t a high priority for him, but I’m still his son.
“Technically I’m his eldest son and if I really wanted to I could fight his next oldest son—he has about five kids with his new mate—for the Alpha position. Only sons can be Alphas, at least with that pack. But I don’t want it. His pack, the Elkhorn Pack, they’re not really too keen on outsiders, even more than other Wolf packs. He had to argue with his Second just to let me visit, and even then I was expected to help with chores, hunting, and guard duty like anyone else there.”
Arthur’s scowl was so deep now that it seemed permanent. Merlin let the silence stretch for a minute, and then another minute. Finally Arthur sucked in a deep breath before speaking. “Damn. No wonder you were pulling away just now.” Arthur’s scowl softened. “Don’t worry about that, Merlin. I’m not like him. Most people aren’t. Besides, my father would personally kill me if I did that to you, and then he’d probably make you his heir instead.” Arthur laughed once, but there wasn’t a lot of humor behind it. Merlin also didn’t get the feeling that he was joking.
“So stop fretting, ok? And before you ask, yes I know it’s way too soon to seal any sort of bond.” There was another pause, and then Arthur spoke. “I suppose I should tell you about my parents, since you told me about your dad.
“My dad, Uther Pendragon, comes from old money. I think one of my ancestors was a robber baron, ages and ages ago, but nowadays dad makes most of his money through investing. Layfayette Lending and Thompson Tool and Die are just two examples. That’s how I know Gwen and Morgana. Their dads know my dad.”
Arthur was on a roll now, and while his scowl was gone, his face was almost blank. It was like he was talking about someone else’s life, which said a lot. “I think my dad was hoping that Morgana and I would fall for one another because he kept throwing us together. He and Gordon have known each other since college, and Gordon introduced him to Tom Thompson, Gwen’s dad.
“Anyways, obviously Morgana and I never threw off any sparks. She’s like a sister to me, really. Of course, my dad doesn’t know I’m not into women. Or at least not Morgana and Gwen. She’s too….headstrong, too outspoken. Pretty, but not exactly my type. And Gwen’s sweet but…no attraction either. It doesn’t help that I’m kinda…shy.”
Merlin was surprised when he was relieved to hear that. It shocked him that he could even feel jealous after so little time near Arthur, but he drank in every word. He knew this was all important information, but as the mate-scent drifted around him in ever-more-potent clouds, he found it harder and harder to think straight.
He also couldn’t believe that Arthur was shy. He certainly didn’t strike him as a shy kid, but now that he thought about it Arthur hadn’t said a whole lot while Morgana had been grilling him. It was entirely possible that he really was a bit introverted.
Arthur smirked, noting Merlin’s gaze had wandered a bit lower than his face. “I can finish the story later, if you’d rather…take a break. Unwind a bit. Moving so far away from home must have been stressful.”
Merlin groaned in agreement. “Ugh, yes. So much packing, and so many goodbyes, and then the trip here was torture. Humans are just so….loud. And smelly.” Arthur wrinkled his nose in agreement; humans were always smelly, one reason why most Therians kept clear of them. They were also noisy, and because all Shifters had sharper senses, being around humans was always a trial of endurance.
Merlin shook his head. “Don’t mind me. Please, continue. You were explaining why your parents wouldn’t accept us because….?”
The reply took longer than expected, but when it came Arthur sounded like it pained him. “My parents, and my dad especially, have always coddled me. I’m an only child, so they dote on Lance and his younger sister Evelyn as well to make up for it. My mom, Ygraine, has issues and had to have a total hysterectomy. Meaning she won’t have any more kids.”
Arthur let that sink it; Merlin was stunned. It made sense that, being denied the chance to have any other children, they would dote on Arthur’s cousins. Arthur continued. “So they’ve always wanted the best for me. The best things, the best school, the best mate…and dad, he’s been pushing me to make Gwen my mate, since it’s clear Morgana and I won’t ever be a thing.”
Merlin growled, just once. It was a reflex and he couldn’t help it, but it made Arthur laugh. “Down, boy. As I said, Gwen and I aren’t together. We’re friends and that’s it. So yeah, I honestly don’t know how they’re going to react. The good news is we have time to figure this out. They went on a month-long cruise in Europe and won’t be back for another two weeks. Dad’s meeting some new potential clients, he wants to expand into Europe.”
Merlin just had to ask. “But you will tell them, right?”
Arthur nodded once. “Yes. I can’t promise that they’re gonna be like, super accepting. But they won’t cut me off or anything, and they won’t drive you away. Maybe. I hope not, at least. But they’ll be disappointed either way, and probably take a while to warm up to you. We have time to prepare for that, though.”
There was another long pause, and then Merlin stood and moved to the bed to sit beside Arthur. He rested one hand on Arthur’s leg and rubbed it slowly, gazing into Arthur’s eyes. “I like the sound of that. We have time.”
“We do indeed…my mate.” Two words, uttered so quietly that a human wouldn’t have heard them, had a profound effect on Merlin. It was as though his soul leaped inside him, hearing Arthur whisper those two words.
“Again.” He replied, also whispering. “Say it again.”
“My mate.” Arthur said, a bit louder now. He leaned closer to Merlin and gently, as though afraid of breaking him, kissed Merlin softly on the lips. Merlin felt his breath hitching; his head was spinning, but he felt like he was flying. “My mate.” Merlin whispered back, completing the first ritual and forming an invisible connection between them. It was faint for now, but it was there. Magic pulsed between them, setting certain changes in motion in preparation for the sealing of their bond.
Those two words…they had so much power in them, power to change them both at a fundamental level. Already Merlin could feel their magic working on him, making him more attached to Arthur. More protective, more loyal, made him want more of Arthur. It made him want to feel every inch of his skin, feel Arthur’s tight flesh wrapped around his cock and filling up with his seed…see his belly swollen with his pups…their children.
He wanted it all, every piece of Arthur, and he wanted to give Arthur every piece of himself. He had accepted Arthur as his mate, and now Arthur had accepted him. They were halfway to being bonded now and Merlin felt like his heart might burst with joy. Was this what it felt like to be in love?
Arthur kissed him again, more certain now. Merlin savored the kiss; this wasn’t like the hungry kisses earlier. This was more of a languid exploration of Merlin’s mouth rather than a frenzied, forceful rush born of lust and desire. Merlin felt his heart leap in his chest as his body melted, every muscle loosening ever so slightly.
Arthur rested one hand on Merlin’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as he pulled Merlin down onto the bed. Merlin let it happen, didn’t fight it. He had surrendered already from the moment he’d moved to the bed, had lost all willpower to fight this when Arthur had accepted him as his mate just now.
There was more questions he wanted to ask, more he needed to know and wanted to tell Arthur, but suddenly they didn’t seem as important. They both had four years here to get to know one another better. This right here, this was what he needed to know. He wanted to see how far he could go, how deep Arthur’s trust would let him explore today in this magical moment, fresh out of the bonding ritual and drunk on magic and lust.
Merlin’s kisses deepened, growing hungrier as his breathing became shallower and his cock stirred once more. He thrust his hips against Arthur’s body, seeking friction. Arthur moaned needily and his hands fell to Merlin’s back, sliding into his pants and under the waistband of his briefs.
Merlin pulled back briefly, leaning up to remove his shirt. Under him Arthur took it all in as he exposed his chest and abs, and then Merlin hooked his hands under Arthur’s shirt hem. Merlin slid it up and over Arthur’s head, then sank down to mouth at Arthur’s left nipple. Not once did Arthur resist; his body was pliable and soft now, just like Merlin’s had been already. Neither was fighting this anymore and neither of them really wanted to.
He let his tongue swirl around the bud, watching Arthur’s face from beneath his lashes as the nipple swelled and grew firm. The cat had thrown his head back onto the pillow, his mouth open in a soundless moan. Merlin nibbled on the tip and was rewarded with a small moan, high and needy.
“You…fucking tease.” Arthur groaned again, twining his hands into Merlin’s hair. Merlin laughed breathily, moving down to kiss Arthur’s stomach and navel before kissing the quivering bulge still trapped in his khakis.
Merlin was teasing him, but he could tell Arthur was enjoying it. He certainly was enjoying seeing Arthur like this, halfway undone and not even fully naked. Merlin slowly unzipped Arthur’s pants and pulled them to his thighs. Then he mouthed at Arthur’s cock again, enjoying Arthur’s murmured curses as he begged Merlin to move on already.
Of course Merlin was in no such hurry. He was determined to find out as much as he could about Arthur. He wanted to know what he liked and what he didn’t. “Tell me if you don’t like something, ok?”
Arthur nodded mutely, suppressing a louder moan as Merlin licked his dick through the cloth of his boxer briefs. “Fuck, Merlin, you’re gonna make me cum before I can even get my dick out.”
Merlin laughed. He was doing a better job than he’d expected, apparently. “I can fix that.” He savored one last kiss of that still-covered bulge, smelling the small bit of precum that had stained the cloth. Then he pulled the underwear down and yanked the whole ensemble off eagerly.
Arthur kicked his shoes off and they all went to the floor in a pile, leaving him almost completely naked. Merlin pulled off Arthur’s socks and then stood up to see Arthur in all his naked glory.
Fuck, he was gorgeous, his cock at full attention, its spikes and limp knot on full display now. Arthur’s tail was wrapped around his waist, his pupils now dark circles inside his gold eyes. Those gold eyes were locked onto Merlin’s amber eyes, the need in them so clear that Merlin could practically hear his mate’s thoughts.
Merlin smirked at Arthur’s flustered and needy state, then began undressing himself. He went slowly, letting Arthur watch as he stripped off first his shoes and socks, then pants, and finally his briefs. He tossed them aside carelessly and struck a casual pose, letting Arthur see how hard he was too. Merlin didn’t dare touch his cock; he was afraid he might cum, but Arthur didn’t need to know that.
Merlin almost laid back down to resume his exploration of Arthur but then he remembered that Arthur had a roommate that might come back eventually. He glanced at the door. Arthur noticed and said, “Leon won’t be back tonight. He’s staying with Lance for now, at least until the school reassigns him to another room.”
Merlin cocked one eyebrow. Arthur sighed, then sat up. “I’ll help you move everything up here tomorrow. Leon’s probably gonna get your room anyways. Now get that ass over here and let me taste it.”
Merlin grinned and did as Arthur said, positioning himself so that his asshole was over Arthur’s face. Meanwhile he began to lick and suck the Cat Shifter’s dick, being careful to not let the hooks catch on his skin. They were stiff and didn’t hurt too much, but there was always the chance they could make small tears inside his mouth if he wasn’t careful.
Arthur’s tongue circled his hole and Merlin moaned so deeply he thought his soul would exit his mouth. Fortunately it was full of cat dick so the sound was a bit muffled. His soul couldn’t escape that way!
Merlin hadn’t had his ass eaten in so long he’d forgotten how good it felt. He and Brian had experimented a lot their junior year of high school and the summer before it, and would have done so through their senior year given the chance.
Arthur chuckled and began languidly rimming him, getting Merlin so flustered that he had to stop sucking Arthur a couple times and concentrate on not cumming. He wanted to save that for something special, but Arthur seemed determined to outlast him.
Merlin decided to up the stakes and applied more suction to his blowjob. He was rewarded when he felt the tongue slow down, then press into him more firmly as Arthur tried to outdo him. What had began as a careful exploration of their bodies had somehow turned into a competition to see who could make the other cum first. It was surprisingly hot and Merlin found himself enjoying it; apparently Arthur was competitive, so Merlin would have to try harder to beat him.
In the end Merlin won, or maybe Arthur just gave up and let him win; his sucking was too much for the Cat and he came for the second time that day. This time, though, Merlin felt it coming and was able to avoid getting the knot stuck inside his mouth. Arthur had started fucking into his mouth at the end but Merlin could tell he was getting close when his thrusts slowed and his legs trembled ever so slightly.
When Arthur was done cumming Merlin pulled his mouth off and swallowed most of the cum. He left enough in his mouth to share with Arthur, which only made Arthur moan and beg to be bred properly. “Fuck me, Merlin. Please….but be gentle. It’s my first time.”
Merlin smiled softly. “I’ll be gentle. Got some lube?” Arthur twisted to his left and rummaged in a drawer of his desk, producing a bottle of lube that he handed to Merlin. Then Arthur laid back and waited, watching Merlin through slitted eyes.
Merlin drizzled some of the lube on his right hand and then gently rested the tip of his right middle finger on Arthur’s hole. He lifted Arthur’s legs and rested them on his shoulders, positioning himself for easy access to Arthur’s asshole. “Relax.” He murmured to Arthur, and then he slowly entered his virgin hole with the first finger.
Arthur hissed as that single finger breached his hole, sliding just past the second knuckle before Merlin stopped. Arthur arched his back and reflexively clenched; Merlin pushed him back down onto the bed and leaned down to kiss his chest. “I said to relax, Arthur. It gets better in a minute.” He chuckled as he nibbled on Arthur’s chest, making another mark to match the bruise on his neck while he waited for the cat to unclench his ass.
Arthur covered his face with his left arm. “Easy for you to say. I suppose you’ve done this before.” Merlin felt Arthur’s hole slowly relax as Merlin resumed kissing and nibbling on Arthur’s chest, and finally he was able to slip his finger out. To his surprise Arthur’s right hand whipped forward and snagged Merlin’s wrist, guiding Merlin back to his hole and forcing it back inside himself.
Merlin chuckled lightly and began to slowly pump his finger in and out. He’d barely penetrated this cat and already he was loving it. “A few times, yeah. I kinda-sorta dated this German Shephard named Brian in high school. We weren’t supposed to be exclusive but he was the only one who got with anyone else. It didn’t work out for us in the end, but that was because he moved away just before our senior year to Northern Texas to be closer to his mom’s family. Well, one of them at least.”
Arthur uncovered his face, curiosity winning out briefly over the pleasure. “One of them?” He was genuinely confused, so Merlin explained, “He had two moms.”
“Ah.” Was the reply from Arthur. “That feels…not bad, actually.”
“Good.” Merlin commented. “I’m going to add another finger. If you can handle that, I’ll put it in.” Arthur nodded but didn’t say anything as Merlin slid his index finger in to join his middle finger.
Arthur sighed this time; he didn’t stiffen up or arch his back. He actually seemed to push down onto Merlin’s fingers a little, making Merlin’s mouth twitch with humor. Well, someone was eager, it seemed. Such a needy little kitty he was.
Merlin pumped a little faster and a little deeper and was glad when Arthur seemed to melt into the bed as his eyes rolled back into his head in pure bliss. “God, Merlin, that feels amazing.”
Merlin forced his fingers apart a few times while still inside Arthur, stretching his hole as far as he could. He knew from his time with Brian that he was somewhat girthier than most, at least according to Brian.
They might have been experimenting but it hadn’t been exclusively, or at least that was the original agreement. Brian had other partners, he knew, some male and some female, but Merlin couldn’t bring himself to chase anyone else seriously. It had felt like a betrayal of what he had with Brian, which was silly. They weren’t really dating, they were just good friends with benefits…right?
When Arthur was as loose as he could be Merlin pulled his fingers out. Arthur whined, already missing them. His eyes had been shut for a while now and it didn’t seem like they would open until Merlin’s cock was in his ass. Merlin picked up the bottle of lube, drizzled some on his cock, and then froze.
Crap! He didn’t have a condom. Would he get Arthur pregnant even if they weren’t fully bonded? Brian had always used one with him, he remembered. It was better to be safe, he decided, but he hadn’t brought any condoms with him.
They were in his room…because of course he had some. Gaius had bought them last week and forced Merlin to bring them, though Hunith was wise enough to pretend she hadn’t seen them when she ‘rechecked’ his packing and saw them hidden in his clothes.
Gaius, he knew, was well aware of his escapades with Brian because he lived just down the road from Gaius’ home and Gaius knew a randy teen when he saw one; Merlin would usually go to Gaius’ to shower afterwards and wait for his mom to pick him up, or he’d spend the night and Gaius would take him to school the next day.
When he didn’t feel Merlin’s cock sliding into him Arthur cracked open one eye, saw Merlin’s expression, and blurted out, “In the drawer where the lube was. Should be close to your size.” Merlin sighed; he understood, it seemed.
And he’d come to college prepared, because there was a box of 100 condoms in the drawer. Merlin didn’t know they sold condoms in that size box, but he peeled one open with trembling fingers, rolling the latex over his throbbing cock and drizzling more lube onto the condom.
When he was fully ready he repositioned Arthur onto his hands and knees so that he could take him from behind. “It’s better for your first time.” He explained. Merlin knelt behind Arthur, grasping his waist to steady himself.
Arthur moaned needily and thrust his hips back towards Merlin, his arms resting on his pillow in front of him. “Shut up and fuck me.” He ordered Merlin. Arthur’s long tail wrapped around Merlin’s waist, like he wanted to force Merlin closer with it. Or maybe it was just a possessive thing?
Merlin did as ordered and pressed the tip of his cock into Arthur’s eager hole. “Fuck, kitty….” Arthur moaned even louder as Merlin sank inside him, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside Arthur, all 8 and half inches of him. Merlin wasn’t just girthier, he was longer than average thanks to his Alpha Wolf heritage. At least he had inherited one good thing from his dad.
Arthur groaned. “Fuckfuckfuck….ha. Damn it, puppy, that’s big.” Merlin waited as Arthur, now tensed up and clenching again, adjusted to his size before checking in with him. “Good?” Arthur nodded mutely. “Can I move now?”
Arthur nodded again, giving his silent permission for Merlin to begin fucking him. Merlin kept the pace slow at first, trying to not overwhelm Arthur, and when he saw Arthur was beginning to enjoy it he began to stroke faster and harder.
Arthur arched his back, letting his chest fall to the bed while still staying on his knees in front of Merlin. “Fuck, yes, mate me, Merlin…fill me up….” Merlin thrust more deeply into Arthur, aiming for his prostate.
He gripped Arthur’s waist more tightly, letting his claws out just a bit and digging them into the skin of Arthur’s hips and growling. The cat moaned deeply, his face buried in his pillow as he pulled his ass cheeks apart, spreading them so Merlin could penetrate even deeper.
Arthur’s tail flicked back and forth, brushing against Merlin’s chest and face now. It tickled, and he was tempted to bite it, but Merlin restrained himself and instead wrapped it up on his left arm, his strokes never once slowing down. Merlin’s tail, meanwhile, was whipping behind him at about a million miles an hour. Merlin gripped Arthur’s waist even tighter, knowing he would probably leave bruises. He hoped Arthur would be ok with that later.
“So close…”Merlin gasped, feeling his orgasm approach. “Fuck yes, please….” Arthur begged, one ear swiveling towards him. Merlin, however, knew that it was probably not wise to knot inside him. Not for his first time bottoming.
When Merlin knew he couldn’t hold back any longer he pulled out of Arthur, stripped the condom off and pumped his still-throbbing cock with one hand. Arthur whined unhappily but Merlin ignored it for now. He focused on the pleasure he could get from his hand, though it was a cheap replacement for the open and eager hole right in front of him.
His orgasm came in a sudden rush and he let his seed fall onto Arthur’s back, squirting rope after rope of cum onto his mate’s back. Merlin’s tail went rigid, trembling a little as he orgasmed so hard he couldn’t even think straight. When he was spent he flopped onto the bed to Arthur’s left, squeezing between him and the wall.
His chest was heaving and his legs were trembling; he hadn’t had an orgasm that intense before; even earlier in the bathroom had been tame compared to now. Arthur slumped to the bed as well, laying on his stomach with his face towards Merlin. Merlin tilted his head to meet Arthur’s gaze. Those gold eyes were fixed on Merlin’s face, no trace of anger or fear or anything bad in them, only love and acceptance.
Arthur rolled onto his side so he could see Merlin. “That was…” His voice trailed off, at a loss for words. He brushed his left hand down Merlin’s chest, fondling his still-hard cock and swollen knot. “That thing is really huge.” He commented.
Merlin chuckled weakly. “Sorry I pulled out. Didn’t think you’d be ready for it yet.” Arthur stroked Merlin’s cock with one hand, pumping a couple times and making it weep. “Fuck, Arthur. That feels…”
Arthur smiled, then moved to kneel between Merlin’s legs. Arthur sank his lips onto Merlin’s cock, keeping his eyes on Merlin’s face. God, he was so hot like that, his eyes smoldering from underneath his lashes, his ears forward and long tail curved gracefully upwards behind him over the ridges of his perfectly sculpted ass.
The tail was so long it ran the length of Arthur’s torso; it tickled the skin of Merlin’s belly, and Merlin couldn’t resist the urge to grip it. Arthur let him; his only response was to suck harder, his cheeks turning hollow as he strove to please Merlin even greater.
Merlin drank in the sight greedily; he wanted to preserve this image forever, to engrave it on his memory so he could enjoy it for the rest of their lives. “Oh, God, Arthur….” Merlin’s head tipped back on the pillow, his eyes screwed shut as the Cat Shifter bobbed on his cock. After a minute he felt a little cum spewing out into Arthur’s mouth.
Arthur swallowed, then crawled up Merlin’s naked body to kiss him to let him taste it. Merlin savored the flavor, loving how it tasted on Arthur's tongue. “Mmm. I haven’t bottomed before, it’s true, but I was hoping to get the full experience on my first time. Oh well, we have all day, all night, and most of tomorrow to do that. Next time, though, don’t pull out. I might have to punish you if you do.” Something about that turned Merlin on, which was interesting. He thought he’d discovered all his kinks by now. Arthur bit Merlin’s lower lip, then kissed him.
Merlin kissed him back, letting his hands slide down Arthur’s back to his slim waist. He gripped that small ass, feeling the poofy tail just above its smooth, firm curves. It flicked and twisted out of his grasp as Arthur chuckled into Merlin’s mouth in amusement.
“Behave, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson right now, puppy.” Merlin smirked at Arthur. Right now, in the afterglow of sex, Arthur was the most beautiful creature in the world. “My pretty kitty…” he murmured, stroking Arthur’s hair.
Arthur’s gaze softened and he began to purr at the nickname, then he nuzzled into Merlin’s chest in contentment. They started to settle down now, just enjoying the body heat and physical contact. Neither of them was in any kind of hurry anymore to talk, nor to move.
Slowly Merlin felt sleep claim him. He clung to Arthur’s ass and slipped into a deep slumber, lulled to sleep by the purring of his feline companion above him. It was heavenly, the best sleep he’d had in a long time.
He didn’t want this to end, this feeling of home. Of warmth. Somehow he had found his home here, so far from his family and friends. Arthur was his home now.
He knew Arthur would say the same thing.