The Day After

[daniel_brown]

Going home after what had happened wasn't easy, it wasn't until after many pizza-flavored kisses and a text message threat from home that he reluctantly put his clothes back on and forced himself to say "Goodnight" - leaving his panties purposefully tucked into the sheets to be found later.

He slept deep and well, waking the next day to go about business as usual - aside from a stop for confidential STI testing - even though it was hard to keep his head out of the clouds. After settling into the team bus it was hard not to want to reach out to him.

He types out several messages - "I think I love you." "I want you so bad." "Are you thinking about me?" - and erases them all, opting for a much more neutral message.

what r u doing?

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[daniel_brown]

"Yeah..." He replies somewhat breathlessly, letting his body weight press down against him as he recovers his bearings.

"Mmm...." He turns just enough to brush his lips over the curve of Merlin's ear before whispering; "Still want me?"

It's not really a question, but he loves hearing that soft, almost innocent voice say the dirtiest things. "You want me to come inside you?"

[mysticism]

"Mmm," Merlin moans, the pressure of Daniel's toned stomach against his erection making his eyes roll back. "God, definitely." He meets his lover's eyes between kisses, his voice soft and hot. "I want to wake up tomorrow still dripping your spunk."

[daniel_brown]

"God..." He breathes heavily, stroking the sticky head of his cock against the curve of his ass with a gentle rock of his hips, trying to draw himself up hard again.

"You will..." He groans, groping again for the bottle of lube. "And I'll be here with you."

[mysticism]

"Yes," Merlin breathes, rolling his hips into Daniel's. The sensory overload is getting to be overwhelming and he has to close his eyes for a second. "Fuck. How d'you want to do this?"

[daniel_brown]

Leaning back, on his knees as he locates the bottle, Danny's unashamed as he strokes himself with a tight grasp, staring down at his warm eyes.

"However you want..." He half-laughs, slowing his strokes. "I'm still learning."

[mysticism]

Merlin smiles up at him, even though the sight and sound of him touching himself is almost impossible to keep his full attention from. He's glorious like this, kneeling over his body, cock slick and beautifully framed by the basque and suspenders.

"I, uh. I do like getting it from behind," he says, honesty about his preferences making him faintly embarrassed in a way dirty talk doesn't. "But I know that's sort of impersonal for some people."

[daniel_brown]

His grin doesn't falter, instead he leans in and kisses him gently.

"I can't imagine being that close to someone as not totally personal." There'll be time to see his blissed out face and more than one way to know he's doing it right.

"Roll over," he purrs, pushing back up again - already mostly hard and slicked with strawberry lube; "I'll make you my bitch."

He means it with love and respect with the honest obliviousness of a teenager.

[mysticism]

That shouldn't make Merlin groan like he's been punched, shouldn't make his stomach clench and his vision go wobbly, but it does anyway and he can't get turn over fast enough. He pushes himself up onto his knees, chest still pressed to the mattress and arms wrapped around the pillows - mostly to stop himself reaching down and bringing himself off, which feels like it'd take all of about twenty seconds right now.

He doesn't think he ever remembers wanting anything quite so much as he wants this.

"Fingers first, okay? Been a while since I did this with anything bigger than your new best friend over there," he tilts his head towards the discarded vibrator.

[daniel_brown]

It's hard not to just push straight for it - patience has never been a virtue for him - but he understands and wants it to be as amazing as possible.

"For the record..." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the small of his back as he traces slick fingers over Merlin's opening; "I like you a whole lot more."

Pushing gently against him with his first two fingers, he adds; "Like a lot more."

[mysticism]

Merlin laughs breathlessly, rocking his hips. "Good. Mmm, little bit harder, it'll seem like they won't go in but they will, don't worry..."

He pushes back into the touch, as needy as he is encouraging.

[daniel_brown]

That laugh does things to him that Danny just can't explain - so easy, like what they're doing isn't a big deal. It makes it a lot easier to push harder against the tightness - forcing him easily open with long fingers that stroke deliberately inside him.

"Good, yeah?" He rocks back on his heels - pushing with even better leverage to offer slow, hard strokes.

[mysticism]

"Yeah," he says emphatically, rocking back into the stroking press of those long gorgeous fingers.

"S'enough," he says after a few deep thrusts, knowing it maybe isn't but not caring. Pleasure makes his voice slur. " Wanna feel you open me up on your dick."

[daniel_brown]

Dragging his fingers inside him, Danny's slow to withdraw - flexing to curl against the sweet spot under his fingertips.

"Just take you, huh?" He murmurs, wrapping a strong arm around Merlin's shoulders before slowly sliding out to guide the slippery hardness against him - filling him completely in one hard thrust of his weight onto the smaller back.

"God you feel so good... Fuck..."

[mysticism]

Merlin yelps sharply, almost levitating off the bed, and the laugh that's squeezed out of him is the kind produced when you've just hurt yourself unexpectedly in polite company and your choice is between laughing or screaming curse words until you're blue in the face.

"Didn't necessarily mean quite that fast," he pants, voice strained.

[daniel_brown]

The sharp cry stops him dead in his tracks, Danny's weight still pressed firmly against Merlin's back as he pulls back much more slowly until only the tip pushes against him.

"Shit..." He frowns, pressing a kiss between Merlin's shoulders with an apologetic; "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

[mysticism]

Merlin takes a few deep breaths. It hurts, but the lube's helping a lot and it's not debilitating or (if he's going to admit to just a narrow kinky streak) even that unpleasant. And Daniel's weight on top of him feels undeniably good.

"I'm alright," he murmurs, looking over his shoulder as best he can with an encouraging smile. "Push in, okay? Nice and slow so I can feel it."

[daniel_brown]

Reassured by his smile, Danny nods - skin flushed pink under the gauzy layers of dark lace - and forces back his eager streak.

"Right..." he breathes, biting into his lower lip as he pushes almost painfully slow, feeling each shift of Merlin squeezing around him. "Christ... Good?"

[mysticism]

Merlin's mouth falls open around a low, gutteral noise of pleasure as he inches his hips back against Daniel's.

"God, absolutely. That's perfect." It's undeniably better doing it without a condom, more intimate without the smoothness of latex between their bodies. "Ah fuck, you feel huge."

[daniel_brown]

Granted he's not exactly small, the praise makes him flush even hotter and he murmurs back; "Just because you're so damn tight."

Holding him tightly around the chest with one arm - Danny shifts his weight carefully against him, trying hard not to give him too much but still relish in the pleasure of knowing just who was in control. (Honestly, not him... but he could imagine at least.)

"Tell me if it hurts," he groans, digging hard against him at the bottom of every slow slow stroke of his hips.

[mysticism]

"Doesn't," Merlin manages. There's the faint burn of being stretched open but it's not really pain, just one more sensation to stack up with everything else he's feeling. Daniel's cock grazes over his prostate with every careful push and Merlin's moaning with every breath, his own erection heavy and throbbing with need.

It's good, feeling Daniel's body plastered atop his and bearing down on him; it makes him a little short of breath, not enough to feel light-headed but just enough to make his heart beat faster and his skin tingle. The slow rolling pace of Daniel's hips is wonderful and if this was his second run of the night he'd be happy to just let him keep it up, this gorgeous torture, but it isn't.

He reaches to find one of Daniel's hands and guides it to his slim hip, encouraging him to hold on like he's going to need the handle.

"Think you said...mm, said something about making me your bitch, yeah?"

[daniel_brown]

Almost giddy with the intense sensation, Danny's more than willing to grip hard at the narrow hip - his thrusts coming a little harder each time.

"Yeah?" He gasps, leaning into him as though ready to take him down. "All mine..." Testing the waters, wary of hurting him again, his hips snap back the slightest bit faster.

[mysticism]

Merlin makes the kind of noise he'd be embarrassed by if he wasn't out of his mind with lust, strangled and nonsensical but definitely not pained. Being in pain feels like such a distant, abstract concept now as to be completely nonsensical.

"Fuck yes," he groans, spreading his knees wider. "All yours, Danny, fuckin' take me."

[daniel_brown]

The pure arousal in Merlin's voice makes him throb and he's not about to refuse that kind of request.

Shifting even harder against him, each thrust comes faster and harder until Daniel's body is driving him down hard on his knees.

"Mine," he growls possessively; "I'm gonna use your ass... And then you're gonna come for me, Merlin."

[mysticism]

Merlin almost sobs. Shouldn't be feel demeaned by that in some small way? Shouldn't some tiny part of him feel like this has gone further than he meant it to go? Because he doesn't. He can't. It's all he can do to cling to the pillow and breathe and push his hips back into Daniel's hard, spine-melting thrusts, and he wants to touch himself but he can't because he'll come in seconds and this cannot be over yet.

The slap of Danny's hips against his ass feels like it's going to leave bruises, and even though he's sure it won't he almost wants it to. As if he's not going to be able to feel this when he sits down for the next few days anyway.

"Yes," he moans, deliriously, because there's literally not a single better idea his mind can produce right about now. "Christ, please."

[daniel_brown]

Clinging to him as much as he's holding him down, Danny's breathing comes in ragged moans as he pushes himself hard and fast.

"Ask for it." He groans, clasping Merlin's thin hip tight enough to leave fingertip bruises. "Beg me to come again."

It's quite possibly the single most erotic experience he could even fathom as reality - the feminine crush of softness and lace against his hard body as the older man is folded to his will, controlling him physically and emotionally.