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This time, unlike the radical intensity of the times before, there was only a ripple that managed to surge through him. A desperate cry as his body once more convulsed in waves. Blood singing despite the toll his body was taking, roaring enough to block out every other sound for just a second. A plea falling from his cracked lips as nothing but tiny drops stained the torso rubbing up against his own. Tears, gorged on pain and pleasure travelling a well defined path down his features to settle amongst the grass and clover beneath his back.
Too much had already been taken, too much had already been given, yet his body didn’t seem to be understanding his satiation, as the yearning and needing that couldn’t be toppled, only seemed to abate for a second when he found his own half ecstasy all over again.
A cruel trick that had left him a puddle of a man only thinking about the want for friction, the wish to be filled, and the desire to taste every bead of sweat dripping onto him from the man whose body weight kept him pinned to the ground while he did all he could to make each desire come to life. All that was left in him was the physicality of lust and a heat that could melt all the snow of winter, wiping away all other thoughts about their situation.
Still, this was the most clarity he seemed to be able to reach in such a state. Seconds before whatever had taken over driving his passion could wash away all ideas other than sex and chasing his own high, and for the first time since this endeavor started, it seemed he wasn’t facing this limited lucidity without company.
The rush of dampness cooling the bruises and aches decorating his ass made it clear. Not to mention the way his partner seemed to come up for breath from his position panting directly into Merlin’s ear, hair disastrously tangled from the many times Merlin managed to pull it and lips swollen from the, not at all sweet but definitely savored, way he had kissed him.
Dark eyes met him. Pupils blown impossibly wide in usual soft browns, as they drank in the length of him, with just a hint of confusion lingering there for Merlin to know that there was a chance to figure this out before their bodies went to betray them once again.
“Gwaine?” even Merlin’s voice seemed to show his desperation. Low and whispered and airy. Hands doing much the same as they travelled down the length of the strong back on top of him. Not really in his control but enjoying the drifting red marks he was leaving in his wake in a way that would be unsuitable for him to even think about once this was all said and over, but truly adored as flesh caught in between nails to leave a lasting mark that couldn’t be simply washed away as so much else in his life could.
But there was still something living in those eyes as they once more drew up to stare into Merlin’s own, Something like a chance of them getting out of here. Something like a chance to let this continue.
“Merlin?” came Gwaine’s answer, a second later, not doing a damn thing to give respite to his cock which seemed to not be capable of softening ever again. Half bitten in care but hungry all the same. Trying– damn was he trying– to gain some semblance of control through the uncontrollable.
It had been a mistake, really. Stepping into the fairy circle was not something either of them really noticed while Gwaine took the trip to come herb collecting with him. Not until their bodies decided to reach temperatures not sustainable by humans and the craving wants that had slid down Merlin’s throat to settle amongst all the other burning desires in his stomach, came rushing back all at once, revealing the ring of mushrooms and fungi with the crushed greed he yearned to fill with large muscles and a tender heart.
The magic here tasted slightly different to the one he was used to. Almost like a cook's attempt to make his mother’s homemade soup. Nearly something he could recognize but off in a way that was hard to categorize. Something just slightly to the left about it.
Which meant it wasn’t really something he knew how to counter. Not really something he was sure he could counter.
Which made it all the more dangerous, as his body responded to the lacking movement with a rush and a jolt and a deep unmistakable hurt he knew would not be able to be soothed without the next ride for euphoria, even if it only lasted for a second.
The time seemed to already have ticked away from him, not anything useful in this moment to reach out for help, nor anyone he could reach out to given the state he found himself in, to stop the already throbbing swell curling tighter in his stomach. His tongue moved before he could hope to swallow the need building up all over again. “Gwaine” croaked and cracked as he started writhing under the weight of a man that seemed to be just as tired as he was, despite the cock sitting inside of him rigid against his abused walls proving he was just as enchanted as Merlin was.
There was an unmistakable danger of lust that travelled along with the shiver down his spine as Gwaine answered the same way all over again, this time with the smooth surety of a man who knew exactly what was being asked of him and a rough thrust that had Merlin arching, “Merlin.” Growled as he lowered his mouth to a spared section of skin across his naked neck to cast in his own painting of black and blues.
And just like that, his seconds were over and taken by the entity keeping them trapped here, in this place where time didn’t seem to make sense and horrified satisfaction was all that they were able to achieve. Squeezing and rubbing and trying to remember why he ever thought it was a bad idea to hide these feelings from Gwaine at all when he was just so damn good at this bit.
And even with the ache and all that came with it, he couldn’t say he completely wanted the spell to be broken and for reality to claim him once again with all the misery that came with it. Not when his bliss was so clearly being looked after by the strong body and loving mind of a man tenderly taking care of him. Not when his dreams had just started to become a reality.