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Merlin was deep inside Gwaine, as he’d been many times before, but Gwaine’s hands on his neck, cupping his face, were so gentle: something was on his mind.
“Merlin, I love you so.”
“And I love you.”
A pause, tremulous. “Why me? Why you?”
“It had to be.”
“There are many other ways it could have been.”
Merlin placed a soft kiss on Gwaine’s forehead. “This is the way that it is. Our love is ours: something we choose for ourselves.”
“I would choose you in a thousand lifetimes.”
“What matters is that you have chosen me in this one.”