[Maybe. He immediately regrets that maybe. It could just be the moment, of course--she could be bloody terrible at this and he'd not notice because he's so taken up with the feeling of it--but when she starts, it's good, for all its sloppiness, it's good. That only makes it dirtier, and he likes that--God, he likes that, and his head tips back with a breathless little moan--]
Merlin--
[It's an oath, but he really wants to say her name, actually; her name is right on his lips--not yet, it's too soon, and he slips his hand forward to grip, lightly, at her hair, not to assert control so much as to steady himself--]
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Merlin--
[It's an oath, but he really wants to say her name, actually; her name is right on his lips--not yet, it's too soon, and he slips his hand forward to grip, lightly, at her hair, not to assert control so much as to steady himself--]