PLOT: Merlin was half asleep still when he felt fingers on his face, stroking down his cheek and under his chin.
RATING: NC-17 (Arthur/Merlin, canon!verse)
“Come on Merlin, wake up.”
“Nnn, dun wanna.” Merlin mumbled, rolling over to press his face into Arthur’s shirt and inhale the scent of sleepy, slightly sweaty Arthur. He smelled like soap and tired and salt. Arthur moved his hand to circled around Merlin’s back, rubbing his knuckles up along his spine.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” Arthur mumbled, kissing his head, rubbing up to knead at his neck. “Would you rather startle to the harsh call of a rooster, or have a bit to wake up…properly?”
We Could Build Us A Blanket Fort And Pretend Nothing Exists But Us
Just some simple fluff for the night <3
I- I think I died.
I- I think I died.