arthur bbc

Arthur runs his fingers through the sweat-slicked hair, kissing the line of his jaw, the soft skin just below his chin as Merlin’s hand sliding lazily down his back, bonelessly content beneath him.

Pushing himself up on an elbow, Arthur looks down at Merlin’s flushed face, mouth a swollen, pink smear, and wants him again so badly he’s almost shaking with it.

Merlin opens his eyes, blue still faintly rimmed in gold. Arthur runs a thumb across Merlin’s cheek.

“Benedict and I do have this chemistry on-set, you know, that doesn’t even particularly have anything to do with good acting - even though, obviously, he’s a brilliant actor - but there’s something more personal about it, you know, it’s like love…Oh God, why did I phrase it that way?“ - Martin Freeman