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[scornfully]

❝Hi, this is Arthur Pendragon's phone. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Ta.❞

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[scornfully]

Believe me, Merlin. If you thought he was being difficult now, you don't want to see what he'd be like if he thought you were corrupting me in his home.

[busy]

why am i automatically the corrupter? he should see whose name was on that package that was delivered last week. tell him about how it started vibrating and made the postman blush.

[scornfully]

Can we not mention my father in the same breath as my toys, please. And if you could find it within yourself to never speak of that to him, I'd be very grateful.

[busy]

i don't mind if your father never knows that you like fucking toys. as long as he knows that you like fucking me.

[scornfully]

I think he's probably guessed as much already. You're the first man I've insisted on bringing back home, after all.

[busy]

[oh no, that's sweet.]

i guess he could've made me sleep on the porch if he wanted to.

1/2

[scornfully]

Perhaps not the porch. The couch, maybe.

[scornfully]

I really am sorry about all this, you know.

1/2

[busy]

don't be. i'd still be here, even if it was the couch. i'll get through it somehow.

[busy]

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[scornfully]

Jesus, Merlin. So you're thinking about me, I take it?

[busy]

i'm not thinking about the postman, that's for sure.

[scornfully]

Well that's good to know. Pervert.

[busy]

you know what i'm really missing though? my goodnight kiss. and my good morning kiss.

[scornfully]

Me too. And those peculiar kitten noises you make when you're on the verge of falling asleep. I miss them a lot.

[busy]

i do not make kitten noises. jungle cat, maybe.

[scornfully]

They're kitten noises and you know it. Complete with kneading and snuffling for nipples.

[busy]

the nipple thing has nothing to do with that.

[scornfully]

Ha! So, you admit you have a nipple thing.

[busy]

guilty as charged. yours are perfect, too. the way they stiffen up when i twirl my tongue around them. christ, can we talk about the weather or something.

[scornfully]

But I'm quite enjoying this. Maybe I'll lick my fingers and play with them - pretend it's your tongue on me instead.

[busy]

you pendragons will be the death of me.

[scornfully]

I should hope not. I quite like you alive.