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“Gods, Merlin, you’re beautiful.”
Merlin arched into Arthur’s touch, skin on fire. His mind wasn’t supposed to be working at a time like this, but he couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his face.
“Your beautiful, too.”
Arthur paused his journey south. “Did you just tell me that you’re mine or are you trying to call me a girl?”
Merlin’s lopsided grin told all. “Why not both?”
“It’s a wonder why you’re literate, with the way you use it against me.”