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[ arthur swallows the last of merlin's words with his mouth—kissing the other boy deeply and with a lot more feeling than he'd normally intend to use. he tongues past merlin's lips, needing to taste him, before he pulls away with a grin ]

Is that a request to change things up a bit? [ as he speaks, he slows down the speed of his hips—each thrust now long, deep, and precise. he isn't going slowly, per se, but it's nowhere near as fast as he'd been going before. at this speed he can almost feel when each inch of his cock sinks into merlin's body—he can control how shallow or how far each snap of his hips takes him. it's nice, in a way. ]