I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU

Merlin pouted, crossing his arms.

"But I'm going to cuddle with you--don't you want to make me happy?"

"...I'll forget about cuddling if you forget about this."

"Is the thought of sleeping with me really that horrible?!" he demanded, growing upset.

He shook his head.

"No, that's not why...!"

"Then just tell me why."

He refused.

"No. Just...no."

"So you don't trust me," he said, scowling miserably.

"It's...you wouldn't understand."

"Because you won't tell me!"

"I really don't want to..."

"Because you don't trust me," he huffed, turning away from Hesekiel.

"No, it's...embarrassing."

He smiled suddenly.

"Oh, is that it? You think I'll laugh at you?"

He nodded.

"...That, or you'll not want to have sex with me ever again."

Merlin frowned.

"...I promise, no matter what, I will sleep with you again after this. Better?"

He shook his head.

"I don't believe you."

"You have my permission to rape me if I change my mind," he replied, impatient. "I'll even give you something as collateral."

"...You really promise?"

He nodded eagerly.

"What do you want, a pinky promise?! Come on, before I go soft."

"...Getting into sex is...difficult for me." He explained awkwardly. "For very specific reasons."

"Like what?"

"Well, as a werewolf...I'm not supposed to have sex in my human form. Therefore, I really have to concentrate to stay. I-It's...harder the more I get into sex." He explained quietly. "I should be fine, but I'm still...afraid."

Merlin sighed.

"Is that it? Well, how can you get good at concentrating if you don't practice--come on, I'm sure you'll be fine. Just focus on making me feel good."

"...If you insist..." He said reluctantly.

He nodded.

"Now, come on--you said you know what to do."