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Arthur let his weight press Merlin further up against the door as he buried his nose in the man's neck.
"Arthur," Merlin sighed above him, his breath turning into a moan as Arthur bit at his jugular. Arthur hummed, continuing to nuzzle at Merlin's neck.
Hands were in his own hair and tugging.
"Arthur."
Arthur let Merlin yank his head up with a groan, further allowing him to smash their mouths together. Arthur could practically taste the tequila on his friend's tongue as Merlin lips moved, pressing against Arthur's so hard it bordered on being painful.
The night had been a full one, and Arthur had made the discovery that there were more tasty and intoxicating drinks than ale. Granted, he'd always find Merlin far more intoxicating. It was Friday night, and they had met up with some of their friends at a nearby club, Arthur's first time really going out like this. He had to say he really enjoyed it. He accepted each drink Louis passed at him, the man roaring with laughter and starting to look more and more like Gwaine as Arthur's grew fuzzy, his head spinning. There had been dancing, a lot of dancing. And really pretty lights that were flashing all around each color of the rainbow. More often than not, Arthur found himself straying away from the group, his body naturally seeking out Merlin's. That man had had one sip of a margarita and he was gone, floating over the dance floor, giggling and poking at other club-goers. The pair had left their pack as the night went on, and it was well past midnight when Arthur and Merlin stumbled out of the club, leaning on one another as they made their way back to their flat, both managing to trip at least twice as they hooted with laughter.
Merlin had kept his arm around Arthur's waist as he fumbled for the key, before shoving their door open and pulling them into the flat. The door had barely shut behind them when Merlin had moved his arms to wrap around Arthur's neck. And then his lips were on Arthur's, his breath warm and cozy. He'd pulled away after a second, and all Arthur could do was stare back at Merlin. A few seconds passed, but then Arthur felt some fire roaring up from the pit of his stomach. Whether it was from the alcohol or true arousal, Arthur didn't know, and he didn't care. Hands clamping around Merlin's waist, he walked the man backwards until they slammed against the door before proceeding to kiss him senseless.
It was all a battle of tongue and teeth from there, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling Arthur's nostrils.
At this point, from an outside point of view, it probably looked like they were wrestling, pushing and pulling at one another, not making out.
It was at this point that Arthur's head began to clear of the alcohol from earlier, his awareness quickly sharpening. He gasped into Merlin's mouth, pushing the man away and stumbling backwards.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on?" Arthur ran both hands through his hair before waving a hand between the two of them. You and I just made out. You and I are making out?" Arthur could practically feel his eyes popping out of his head.
Merlin simply blinked at him, head lolling against the door as he shrugged.
"Well, not anymore."
"But we don’t do that!" Arthur protested, and Merlin shrugged again.
"I don’t know, I just thought it would be fun!"
Arthur's eyes narrowed as he leaned back into Merlin's space, sizing him up.
"How drunk are you?"
Merlin spluttered, arms flopping at his sides as he fumbled for words.
"How drunk are you?"
"Fair point." And with a growl Arthur didn't hesitate to trap Merlin in his arms once more.
With a smirk, Merlin straightened up to grab Arthur by the collar of his jacket and tug the man back into himself.