A/N; THIS PART OF THE FANFICTION IS M RATED. IF YOU READ THIS BEFORE WHEN IT WAS A T, WATCH OUT. I don't own Merlin, blah blah. Enjoy chapter two!

What if Merlin didn't like him after all? What if Merlin had just been worried that Lancelot would treat Arthur badly? Oh, damn, that had to be it! Arthur was so stupid-. His thoughts were cut off, though, when he felt Merlin's lips against his.

Arthur was shocked, but he kissed back right away; he'd been waiting long enough, he thought. He reached up and wound his arms round Merlin's neck, pulling him closer. There was no way he was letting Merlin stop. He smiled widely into the kiss when Merlin shifted closer, throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him, making the position more comfortable for them both.

"Merlin..." he mumbled into the kiss, reluctantly pushing him back once he could think again. "This – this can't be a- a one off thing, you know. I couldn't..." he trailed off, swallowing thickly. Arthur wanted – needed more than just that. He needed to be in a relationship with Merlin; he couldn't cope if it was just a casual thing.

Merlin smiled at Arthur, nodding his head. "I know... and it's not. I don't think I could cope if it was just a one-" This time, it was Merlin who was cut off, it was Arthur kissing him. Arthur felt Merlin smile wider as they continued to kiss, and then he felt nothing but pleasure as Merlin ground his hips against Arthur's, drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from the back of his throat.

"M-Merlin, god..." he managed to say, pulling back from the kiss in favour of attaching his lips to Merlin's neck. He began to nibble at the skin there, grinning widely when he heard Merlin moan his name. Arthur pulled his arms away from Merlin's neck, instead placing his hands on Merlin's hips, steadying him as they thrust their hips against one another. "Melin, I - I want to..."

"Y-Yeah, me too" was the breathless reply he got from Merlin, followed by another loud moan. Arthur thrust his hips up again, keeping one hand on one hip, moving the other up to unbutton Merlin's shirt. When he felt Merlin shudder beneath his fingertips, he bit his lip to contain his moan. Merlin was driving him crazy with want, and they hadn't even got started yet.

Once Merlin's shirt was discarded onto the floor, Arthur surged forward and took one of Merlin's nipples into his mouth. He started to suck, grinning in delight at the high-pitched mewling sound that escaped from Merlin's throat. Pulling his head back, he looked up at him, an eyebrow raised. "You like that, huh?" He asked, his face slipping into a smirk when Merlin only nodded.

Arthur leaned forward and did it again, grinning even wider when Merlin seemed to be unable to stop himself from moaning again. He slowly slid his hands down to unbutton Merlin's trousers as he kept on sucking, wanting nothing more right then than to make Merlin feel good. Merlin came first for him when it came to satisfying their sexual desire, it seemed: just like he came first in every other aspect of Arthur's life.

"Arthur... Arthur, please..." Merlin panted, looking down at him with lust-filled eyes. It was the look Merlin gave him that caused Arthur to speed up the motion of his hands, push Merlin off of his lap to slide down his trousers, then drop to his knees in front of him.

"Want to- to taste you..." he said, looking up at Merlin, a small smile quirking his lips when Merlin's hips bucked forward at his words. Taking this as a yes, he slowly slid down Merlin's boxer shorts, his breath hitching when Merlin wriggled his ever-so-gorgeous hips to help get them off. "God... Merlin, yo- I-" Arthur stopped talking when Merlin laced his fingers through his hair, and diverted his gaze down to Merlin's cock, before hesitantly sucking the head into his mouth.

Arthur had given other men blowjobs before, of course, but none of them were Merlin. He knew he was good – he'd been told many times, he just wanted to be the best for Merlin. He deserved it, after all. He stopped thinking, though, when Merlin gasped and thrust his hips forward, shoving more of his length into Arthur's mouth.

Arthur reached up to hold onto Merlin's hips, steadying them so that he couldn't thrust again. He smirked a little when Merlin tried anyway, though, pulling off of his cock and shaking his head. "Nuh-uh." He said, licking his lips. "Keep your hips steady, Merlin..." he said, leaning in to lick the tip of his cock.

"Ngyah..." was the response Merlin gave him, before he moaned again when Arthur licked his cock. The blonde was surprised at how vocal Merlin was, but he wasn't surprised to find out it turned him on. After all, Merlin's noises were completely boner-worthy.

As Arthur began to suck, Merlin's moans got louder and louder, resulting in Arthur's cock getting impossibly harder and harder. In the end, he found himself pulling his mouth off of Merlin's cock and shuffling onto his lap to grind against him. Merlin was moaning so loudly now, that Arthur was sure the people in bloody Australia could hear him.

He continued to grind, unable to stop himself. He'd wanted to fuck Merlin, wanted to make their first time together slow and romantic. But here he was, rutting against Merlin like he was fifteen again. And he was so, so close to coming, and Merlin was panting and rutting back, and muttering filthy things in his ear. And Arthur was coming, coming, coming as he moaned Merlin's name, as he told him he loved him, as he told him exactly how he felt about him.

When he finally recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, it was to see that Merlin had come too, and was now looking at him like he was God, or something.

"What...?" He asked nervously. Why was Merlin looking at him like that? He knew he was flawless, but really.

"You just... you just told me you loved me." Merlin said, his ears going red at the tips, as Arthur's face turned pale.

"Oh." Arthur said, licking his lips nervously. "I- well, I do. I know you probably don't feel the same way, but, um... yeah."

"Such a prat." Merlin said as he grinned widely, leaning in to kiss along Arthur's jaw, sliding his arms round his waist at the same time. "Of course I love you."