Fic: Safe From The Outside (2/2)
For some reason LJ felt this post was too large.
Continued from here.
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He’d barely had them tucked away when he felt Arthur’s hands move to lift off his shirt. Then, Arthur was urging him again.
“Show them to me again,” and Merlin was unsure he’d even heard it, the whisper so quiet, but there it was, “please, Merlin.”
Merlin began to unfurl them and Arthur’s hands made quick work of his trousers and pants, pushing them down his hips. They fell to the floor unceremoniously.
Arthur’s lips were on his, greedily plucking at his bottom lip with his teeth, making Merlin elicit tiny surprised noises and moans, before he slid his tongue against Merlin’s lips, which parted immediately at his request, Merlin’s own meeting it.
Arthur’s hands skimmed up his back, resting on the wing bones jutting out from it. Merlin’s cock was sticky with pre-come on his hip as the towel had slipped down slightly. The angel pulled off the only thing keeping the two of them from fully bare skin to bare skin contact. He wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape.
Retreating momentarily from the kiss, Arthur pressed his forehead to the angel’s. “Merlin…” His breathing was quick, harsh. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, since…since you saved my bloody life.”
“Arthur,” Merlin felt himself flush, dark pink tinging his pale skin, “I’ve…” They kissed again. “I’ve never done this before.”
The blonde pulled back to look into his matching blue eyes, “What do you mean?”
“I’m,” his eyes darted away, “a virgin.”
“Oh,” Arthur squeezed unconsciously at the wings in his grip, and then had to hold up Merlin, who nearly fell over with the contact. “Well, I’ve never, you know, um, with a man before.” His fingers trailed from the wing to skin surrounding the bone, tracing around it.
“Should--should we not do this then?” Merlin felt as if a stone dropped into the pit of his stomach. What if Arthur was unsure? What if Arthur didn’t want him now that he knew?
“We-- well, if you don’t want to, Merlin. I…understand, I mean--”
“No, no-- I-- I want this, Arthur,” he took in a steadying breath, “I…love you.” Arthur’s eyes widened and he quickly added, “You don’t have to say it back.”
Arthur kissed him again, harder this time, hands holding strong to the angel’s back and keeping their bodies tight to one another. Breaking the kiss, he spoke, the sound betraying the confidence he was attempting to show, “Get on the bed.”
Merlin complied, crawling on his hands and knees.
“T-turn over.” Arthur’s voice was thick with lust.
“But-- wouldn’t it be easier…” He, however, was already turning, used to taking orders.
Arthur settled between his legs, “I want you to see me…when I…” He swallowed thickly. “And I want to see your face when I’m…inside you.”
Merlin managed to nod, his wings pressed flat to the bedspread, but then, Arthur’s hand stroked his cock and they flapped against the bed.
Arthur rubbed his thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-come that was gathering there, and lifted it to his mouth, licking off the taste of Merlin.
The angel’s wings began to flap violently, but Merlin stilled them. The blonde chuckled and leaned back, grabbing something from his drawer. Merlin couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, especially given the fact that his eyes were shut tight to keep himself from accidentally using his powers, but then, a slick finger rubbed at his entrance.
He lifted his hips in compliance, eyes opening to find Arthur’s other hand stroking himself as he looked at Merlin. The digit slowly pressed in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, it was uncomfortable at first, and somewhat painful, but…not bad.
Arthur looked at him questioningly and Merlin nodded, another finger slipped in, stretching him more than the first, and he gripped the comforter to keep from crying out, his wings flaring straight out.
“Just…just one more, alright?” Arthur looked pained, restraining himself from simply taking what he wanted--which he usually didn’t have much of a problem doing.
When the third finger entered him, Merlin did cry out, tears forming in his eyes, his toes curling, and his wings stretching out far enough to knock over the things that had once rested on Arthur’s nightstand.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, Merlin, I can stop, do you want me to stop? Sorry, sorry…” Merlin shook his head and Arthur continued murmuring soft apologies as he began moving his fingers.
Merlin could barely take the pain, but then something Arthur touched sent such a jolt of pleasure through him, and he found himself, rather embarrassingly, keening. “Arthur… Arthur, please. Please, f-fuck me.” No matter how many times he had imagined saying those words, the reality was much more uncertain.
“Not yet.” He stroked his fingers inside of Merlin, readying him, noticing how whenever he hit that certain spot, Merlin’s wings would curl upward. It was an amazing sight.
“I’m ready, Arthur, please, I-- unh, need you. In me. Please, Arthur, pl--”
Arthur’s hand withdrew and Merlin’s body went slack. He slicked his cock and steadied himself. Slowly, he pushed in. Even with the stretching he’d done, nothing could’ve prepared him for how tight it was, how hot and overwhelming it felt. He nearly lost it.
Merlin was looking up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown.
“‘I need you in me, Arthur, oh, please, please, please,’” Arthur teased, doing his best to keep himself going.
“Prat,” Merlin retorted, but Arthur rolled his hips, and-- “Oh! Oh, god, Arthur…”
Arthur chuckled and wrapped his arms up around Merlin’s back, under his wings, and pulled him up, tucking his own legs under Merlin’s. They were now both sitting up, facing each other.
Merlin wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck and used this better leverage to thrust himself down onto Arthur’s cock, his own sliding between their stomachs. Arthur’s hands moved to stroke gently across his wings and the pleasure was so intense he had to still himself to keep from coming.
Slowly, he began to move again, sliding himself up and down on Arthur, angling himself so that he’d feel that spike of pleasure with each thrust. Arthur began pulling down on his wings, to force himself deeper into Merlin, and Merlin was making noises he’d never even heard before, loud groans and, again, that keening.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said breathlessly. Arthur pressed a kiss to the corner of Merlin’s mouth before moving to his throat, biting gently at the skin, grunting as Merlin impaled himself back down on his cock. He gripped the wings harder and Merlin shuddered on top of him, tightening around his dick.
Merlin had to shut his eyes, but when he opened them he found Arthur staring at him in amazement. “Could--could we, uh, change positions now?”
Arthur nodded and gripped Merlin’s hips, pulling him off of him. The emptiness he felt was almost infuriatingly frustrating.
The angel laid down on his stomach, a sheen of sweat over most of his body, and his wings laying lax on top of him.
Arthur leaned down and mouthed the spot where shoulder blade met wing and was met with a breathy moan from Merlin.
“Have…others touched these, Merlin?”
“Not-- not since I was a boy.” He swallowed, “And, to be honest, I’d never even been kissed before today.”
Arthur smiled to himself. He lifted Merlin’s hips enough to push himself in again and Merlin thrust back against him eagerly.
The blonde took this opportunity to snake one hand underneath Merlin’s body, sliding around his cock and stroking it with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Merlin began to fuck back onto him, trying to find the right place yet again, before-- “Ah, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur.”
“On your knees.”
Shakily, Merlin lifted himself up and Arthur continued to fuck him, hand working on Merlin’s cock as he leaned down and-- “Arthur! What are you doing?”
Arthur smirked into the feathers as he bit down again gently at the top of the bone.
“I’m going to-- ah--”
Arthur moved his hips faster, thrusting deep into Merlin, the angel’s cries echoing in the room as they grew in volume, but he continued, placing sloppy kisses in the center of the angel’s back, between his wings. He could feel himself getting close, but Merlin was already shouting his name.
“Arthur! Arthur!” His wings suddenly flared back and went stiff, his body convulsing, pulsing around Arthur’s cock, then suddenly going slack, wings trembling. “Arthur, Arthur, Arthur…”
Arthur’s hand gripped tight to the start of a wing, pressing down into Merlin’s back as the pleasure overtook him, filling Merlin up.
He moved his hand from Merlin’s back and supported himself on either side of the young man. He took in several shaky breaths before slipping himself out and rolling off to the side, careful of Merlin’s wings. Merlin made a sad, little grunt at the loss. “I’m sorry, I should’ve, ah, I should have warned you, I should’ve not--”
“Arthur.” The other man stopped talking. “That…was fantastic. And,” he blushed as if he hadn’t just been fucking his brains out, “I, um,” he hesitated, turning redder, “I sort of, um, well, I quite liked it when you came in me.”
“Of course you did, Merlin,” he winked and Merlin reached a lazy arm out to try and hit him.
“You-- you absolute--”
“Yes, get it out, Merlin…”
“Dick.”
Arthur pulled Merlin into the crook of his arm, ignoring the stickiness on his bedspread and pressed to his side, “And you loved every second of it.”
Merlin opened his mouth, anger flaring in his eyes, before settling down, “Yes, I did, in fact.” He looked nervous for a moment. “So you’re not…angry with me?”
Arthur looked contemplatively at the ceiling, then turned his blue eyes back to Merlin’s. “No, I guess not. I mean…I was hurt, but…I guess I can understand why you couldn’t tell me.” He used the crook of his finger to tilt Merlin’s head towards his and kissed him, lips languidly re-exploring what was now his.
“I am sorry, you know,” he nestled his head into Arthur’s chest, arm wrapping around his stomach. His wings hovered as if wanting to follow.
Arthur straightened a feather and felt himself embraced by one of the large, feathery things. It sheltered the two of them as they lay in their post-coital haze.
“Merlin?”
“Yes?” The angel already sounded sleepy, eyes slipping closed and one wing laying gently over the two of them as the other tucked itself in towards his back.
“I love you, too.”
One of Merlin’s eyes opened in surprise. “You don’t--”
Arthur took Merlin’s hand into his and kissed each knuckle, “Really. You’re my best friend, Merlin. I…I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
“Arthur…”
“After all, you seem to like making an idiot of yourself and who knows what trouble you’ll get into next.” Merlin made a half-hearted attempt to pinch his side and Arthur laughed. “Even if you are an…angel.”
Merlin’s eyes closed again and Arthur could feel his breathing slow, heart beating steadily against the side of his chest.
Arthur fell asleep with an angel drooling on him and a wing draped over him, keeping him warm and safe.
Continued from here.
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He’d barely had them tucked away when he felt Arthur’s hands move to lift off his shirt. Then, Arthur was urging him again.
“Show them to me again,” and Merlin was unsure he’d even heard it, the whisper so quiet, but there it was, “please, Merlin.”
Merlin began to unfurl them and Arthur’s hands made quick work of his trousers and pants, pushing them down his hips. They fell to the floor unceremoniously.
Arthur’s lips were on his, greedily plucking at his bottom lip with his teeth, making Merlin elicit tiny surprised noises and moans, before he slid his tongue against Merlin’s lips, which parted immediately at his request, Merlin’s own meeting it.
Arthur’s hands skimmed up his back, resting on the wing bones jutting out from it. Merlin’s cock was sticky with pre-come on his hip as the towel had slipped down slightly. The angel pulled off the only thing keeping the two of them from fully bare skin to bare skin contact. He wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape.
Retreating momentarily from the kiss, Arthur pressed his forehead to the angel’s. “Merlin…” His breathing was quick, harsh. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, since…since you saved my bloody life.”
“Arthur,” Merlin felt himself flush, dark pink tinging his pale skin, “I’ve…” They kissed again. “I’ve never done this before.”
The blonde pulled back to look into his matching blue eyes, “What do you mean?”
“I’m,” his eyes darted away, “a virgin.”
“Oh,” Arthur squeezed unconsciously at the wings in his grip, and then had to hold up Merlin, who nearly fell over with the contact. “Well, I’ve never, you know, um, with a man before.” His fingers trailed from the wing to skin surrounding the bone, tracing around it.
“Should--should we not do this then?” Merlin felt as if a stone dropped into the pit of his stomach. What if Arthur was unsure? What if Arthur didn’t want him now that he knew?
“We-- well, if you don’t want to, Merlin. I…understand, I mean--”
“No, no-- I-- I want this, Arthur,” he took in a steadying breath, “I…love you.” Arthur’s eyes widened and he quickly added, “You don’t have to say it back.”
Arthur kissed him again, harder this time, hands holding strong to the angel’s back and keeping their bodies tight to one another. Breaking the kiss, he spoke, the sound betraying the confidence he was attempting to show, “Get on the bed.”
Merlin complied, crawling on his hands and knees.
“T-turn over.” Arthur’s voice was thick with lust.
“But-- wouldn’t it be easier…” He, however, was already turning, used to taking orders.
Arthur settled between his legs, “I want you to see me…when I…” He swallowed thickly. “And I want to see your face when I’m…inside you.”
Merlin managed to nod, his wings pressed flat to the bedspread, but then, Arthur’s hand stroked his cock and they flapped against the bed.
Arthur rubbed his thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-come that was gathering there, and lifted it to his mouth, licking off the taste of Merlin.
The angel’s wings began to flap violently, but Merlin stilled them. The blonde chuckled and leaned back, grabbing something from his drawer. Merlin couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, especially given the fact that his eyes were shut tight to keep himself from accidentally using his powers, but then, a slick finger rubbed at his entrance.
He lifted his hips in compliance, eyes opening to find Arthur’s other hand stroking himself as he looked at Merlin. The digit slowly pressed in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, it was uncomfortable at first, and somewhat painful, but…not bad.
Arthur looked at him questioningly and Merlin nodded, another finger slipped in, stretching him more than the first, and he gripped the comforter to keep from crying out, his wings flaring straight out.
“Just…just one more, alright?” Arthur looked pained, restraining himself from simply taking what he wanted--which he usually didn’t have much of a problem doing.
When the third finger entered him, Merlin did cry out, tears forming in his eyes, his toes curling, and his wings stretching out far enough to knock over the things that had once rested on Arthur’s nightstand.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, Merlin, I can stop, do you want me to stop? Sorry, sorry…” Merlin shook his head and Arthur continued murmuring soft apologies as he began moving his fingers.
Merlin could barely take the pain, but then something Arthur touched sent such a jolt of pleasure through him, and he found himself, rather embarrassingly, keening. “Arthur… Arthur, please. Please, f-fuck me.” No matter how many times he had imagined saying those words, the reality was much more uncertain.
“Not yet.” He stroked his fingers inside of Merlin, readying him, noticing how whenever he hit that certain spot, Merlin’s wings would curl upward. It was an amazing sight.
“I’m ready, Arthur, please, I-- unh, need you. In me. Please, Arthur, pl--”
Arthur’s hand withdrew and Merlin’s body went slack. He slicked his cock and steadied himself. Slowly, he pushed in. Even with the stretching he’d done, nothing could’ve prepared him for how tight it was, how hot and overwhelming it felt. He nearly lost it.
Merlin was looking up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown.
“‘I need you in me, Arthur, oh, please, please, please,’” Arthur teased, doing his best to keep himself going.
“Prat,” Merlin retorted, but Arthur rolled his hips, and-- “Oh! Oh, god, Arthur…”
Arthur chuckled and wrapped his arms up around Merlin’s back, under his wings, and pulled him up, tucking his own legs under Merlin’s. They were now both sitting up, facing each other.
Merlin wrapped his arms around Arthur’s neck and used this better leverage to thrust himself down onto Arthur’s cock, his own sliding between their stomachs. Arthur’s hands moved to stroke gently across his wings and the pleasure was so intense he had to still himself to keep from coming.
Slowly, he began to move again, sliding himself up and down on Arthur, angling himself so that he’d feel that spike of pleasure with each thrust. Arthur began pulling down on his wings, to force himself deeper into Merlin, and Merlin was making noises he’d never even heard before, loud groans and, again, that keening.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said breathlessly. Arthur pressed a kiss to the corner of Merlin’s mouth before moving to his throat, biting gently at the skin, grunting as Merlin impaled himself back down on his cock. He gripped the wings harder and Merlin shuddered on top of him, tightening around his dick.
Merlin had to shut his eyes, but when he opened them he found Arthur staring at him in amazement. “Could--could we, uh, change positions now?”
Arthur nodded and gripped Merlin’s hips, pulling him off of him. The emptiness he felt was almost infuriatingly frustrating.
The angel laid down on his stomach, a sheen of sweat over most of his body, and his wings laying lax on top of him.
Arthur leaned down and mouthed the spot where shoulder blade met wing and was met with a breathy moan from Merlin.
“Have…others touched these, Merlin?”
“Not-- not since I was a boy.” He swallowed, “And, to be honest, I’d never even been kissed before today.”
Arthur smiled to himself. He lifted Merlin’s hips enough to push himself in again and Merlin thrust back against him eagerly.
The blonde took this opportunity to snake one hand underneath Merlin’s body, sliding around his cock and stroking it with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Merlin began to fuck back onto him, trying to find the right place yet again, before-- “Ah, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur.”
“On your knees.”
Shakily, Merlin lifted himself up and Arthur continued to fuck him, hand working on Merlin’s cock as he leaned down and-- “Arthur! What are you doing?”
Arthur smirked into the feathers as he bit down again gently at the top of the bone.
“I’m going to-- ah--”
Arthur moved his hips faster, thrusting deep into Merlin, the angel’s cries echoing in the room as they grew in volume, but he continued, placing sloppy kisses in the center of the angel’s back, between his wings. He could feel himself getting close, but Merlin was already shouting his name.
“Arthur! Arthur!” His wings suddenly flared back and went stiff, his body convulsing, pulsing around Arthur’s cock, then suddenly going slack, wings trembling. “Arthur, Arthur, Arthur…”
Arthur’s hand gripped tight to the start of a wing, pressing down into Merlin’s back as the pleasure overtook him, filling Merlin up.
He moved his hand from Merlin’s back and supported himself on either side of the young man. He took in several shaky breaths before slipping himself out and rolling off to the side, careful of Merlin’s wings. Merlin made a sad, little grunt at the loss. “I’m sorry, I should’ve, ah, I should have warned you, I should’ve not--”
“Arthur.” The other man stopped talking. “That…was fantastic. And,” he blushed as if he hadn’t just been fucking his brains out, “I, um,” he hesitated, turning redder, “I sort of, um, well, I quite liked it when you came in me.”
“Of course you did, Merlin,” he winked and Merlin reached a lazy arm out to try and hit him.
“You-- you absolute--”
“Yes, get it out, Merlin…”
“Dick.”
Arthur pulled Merlin into the crook of his arm, ignoring the stickiness on his bedspread and pressed to his side, “And you loved every second of it.”
Merlin opened his mouth, anger flaring in his eyes, before settling down, “Yes, I did, in fact.” He looked nervous for a moment. “So you’re not…angry with me?”
Arthur looked contemplatively at the ceiling, then turned his blue eyes back to Merlin’s. “No, I guess not. I mean…I was hurt, but…I guess I can understand why you couldn’t tell me.” He used the crook of his finger to tilt Merlin’s head towards his and kissed him, lips languidly re-exploring what was now his.
“I am sorry, you know,” he nestled his head into Arthur’s chest, arm wrapping around his stomach. His wings hovered as if wanting to follow.
Arthur straightened a feather and felt himself embraced by one of the large, feathery things. It sheltered the two of them as they lay in their post-coital haze.
“Merlin?”
“Yes?” The angel already sounded sleepy, eyes slipping closed and one wing laying gently over the two of them as the other tucked itself in towards his back.
“I love you, too.”
One of Merlin’s eyes opened in surprise. “You don’t--”
Arthur took Merlin’s hand into his and kissed each knuckle, “Really. You’re my best friend, Merlin. I…I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
“Arthur…”
“After all, you seem to like making an idiot of yourself and who knows what trouble you’ll get into next.” Merlin made a half-hearted attempt to pinch his side and Arthur laughed. “Even if you are an…angel.”
Merlin’s eyes closed again and Arthur could feel his breathing slow, heart beating steadily against the side of his chest.
Arthur fell asleep with an angel drooling on him and a wing draped over him, keeping him warm and safe.