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Merlin closes his eyes as Arthur pulls his naked body against his own and runs his hands down his back possessively, two fingers pushing into Merlin and shallowly pumping in and out, making Arthur’s semen ooze out and begin to lubricate the tops of Merlin’s thighs.
“I have just the thing,” Arthur smirks, pulling out his favourite prostrate massager: a handled, Njoy stainless steel plug. “Face the window, hands on the glass, legs splayed wide,” he orders. Merlin complies, flushing as he sees people in the street below glance upwards.
“Shouldn’t we do this away from the - ah! -” Merlin gasps as Arthur pushes the plug straight into his prostrate and begins screwing. He hangs his head, trembling, unable to stop the endless moan that Arthur’s ministrations tear from his lungs, cock hard and weeping. “Please,” he stutters, already on the edge, already painfully desperate, but Arthur keeps torturing him with pleasure, stroking his back, smiling as he becomes an incoherent, gibberish, weeping mess, begging for Arthur’s touch.
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Merlin closes his eyes as Arthur pulls his naked body against his own and runs his hands down his back possessively, two fingers pushing into Merlin and shallowly pumping in and out, making Arthur’s semen ooze out and begin to lubricate the tops of Merlin’s thighs.
“I have just the thing,” Arthur smirks, pulling out his favourite prostrate massager: a handled, Njoy stainless steel plug. “Face the window, hands on the glass, legs splayed wide,” he orders. Merlin complies, flushing as he sees people in the street below glance upwards.
“Shouldn’t we do this away from the - ah! -” Merlin gasps as Arthur pushes the plug straight into his prostrate and begins screwing. He hangs his head, trembling, unable to stop the endless moan that Arthur’s ministrations tear from his lungs, cock hard and weeping. “Please,” he stutters, already on the edge, already painfully desperate, but Arthur keeps torturing him with pleasure, stroking his back, smiling as he becomes an incoherent, gibberish, weeping mess, begging for Arthur’s touch.
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