Magic them off
Author: bunnysworld
Title: Magic them off
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Warnings: none
Word count: 441
Prompt: Ink
Summary: Merlin spills ink and Arthur has ideas
Author’s notes: Not beta’d. Yay! What else is new.
„Shit! Shitshitshitshit!“ Merlin ripped the neckerchief off his neck and tried to dab up the ink from Arthur’s desk. He had filled the inkpot to the brim and then accidentally knocked it over, so the neckerchief had soon changed colours but there was still a lot of spilled ink on papers and the desk. Pulling his shirt over his head, he sat down in Arthur’s chair to clean up the rest of the spill, hoping his little mishap wouldn’t be too obvious.
This ink was pesky. After a while, he seemed to have it everywhere - his fingers, his hands, his arms, his face - and the stains on the parchments were quite visible, too. With a bit of luck, Arthur wouldn’t notice, would he?
“He would.” Arthur stood in the door.
“Huh?” Merlin looked at him with wide eyes.
“You just wondered if I might notice, didn’t you? And yes, I would. I did.” Arthur sighed. “Merlin, ink is expensive and instead of using it wisely, you seem to like to put drawings and markings on your body with it.”
Merlin was so surprised that he even forgot to get up out of Arthur’s chair.
“And since this is wasted anyway…” Arthur took his shirt off and tossed it aside. Then he took the inkwell, dipped his finger into it and smeared it down Merlin’s nose, over his lips to his chin.
Swallowing hard, Merlin said nothing.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Merlin liked Arthur and what they did sometimes any time of the day, but this was exciting. It wasn’t often that the king turned so playful.
Arthur took more ink and smeared it on Merlin’s lips.
A little sound escaped him as Arthur tilted the inkpot and dribbled the dark liquid down Merlin’s chest. Gosh, this was exciting!
Arthur played with him for a while, refilling the inkwell once in a while, until Merlin’s skin was full of smears and dribbles and he was panting hard. Leaning in close, Arthur whispered “Would you like to feel it on your cock, too?”
The thought alone was almost too much and Merlin wailed slightly and bit his lip to not come already.
When they were under the soft covers of Arthur’s bed hours later, Merlin was totally spent. He snuggled into Arthur, needing the contact, breathing in his scent. He was happy.
“Merlin?” Arthur whispered.
“Hm?”
“Don’t walk around with all those stains on you until I think you might have been able to wash them off.”
Lifting his head, Merlin tried to look at Arthur. “What do you mean?”
Arthur smiled and shook his head. “Just magic them off the next time.”
Title: Magic them off
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Warnings: none
Word count: 441
Prompt: Ink
Summary: Merlin spills ink and Arthur has ideas
Author’s notes: Not beta’d. Yay! What else is new.
„Shit! Shitshitshitshit!“ Merlin ripped the neckerchief off his neck and tried to dab up the ink from Arthur’s desk. He had filled the inkpot to the brim and then accidentally knocked it over, so the neckerchief had soon changed colours but there was still a lot of spilled ink on papers and the desk. Pulling his shirt over his head, he sat down in Arthur’s chair to clean up the rest of the spill, hoping his little mishap wouldn’t be too obvious.
This ink was pesky. After a while, he seemed to have it everywhere - his fingers, his hands, his arms, his face - and the stains on the parchments were quite visible, too. With a bit of luck, Arthur wouldn’t notice, would he?
“He would.” Arthur stood in the door.
“Huh?” Merlin looked at him with wide eyes.
“You just wondered if I might notice, didn’t you? And yes, I would. I did.” Arthur sighed. “Merlin, ink is expensive and instead of using it wisely, you seem to like to put drawings and markings on your body with it.”
Merlin was so surprised that he even forgot to get up out of Arthur’s chair.
“And since this is wasted anyway…” Arthur took his shirt off and tossed it aside. Then he took the inkwell, dipped his finger into it and smeared it down Merlin’s nose, over his lips to his chin.
Swallowing hard, Merlin said nothing.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Merlin liked Arthur and what they did sometimes any time of the day, but this was exciting. It wasn’t often that the king turned so playful.
Arthur took more ink and smeared it on Merlin’s lips.
A little sound escaped him as Arthur tilted the inkpot and dribbled the dark liquid down Merlin’s chest. Gosh, this was exciting!
Arthur played with him for a while, refilling the inkwell once in a while, until Merlin’s skin was full of smears and dribbles and he was panting hard. Leaning in close, Arthur whispered “Would you like to feel it on your cock, too?”
The thought alone was almost too much and Merlin wailed slightly and bit his lip to not come already.
When they were under the soft covers of Arthur’s bed hours later, Merlin was totally spent. He snuggled into Arthur, needing the contact, breathing in his scent. He was happy.
“Merlin?” Arthur whispered.
“Hm?”
“Don’t walk around with all those stains on you until I think you might have been able to wash them off.”
Lifting his head, Merlin tried to look at Arthur. “What do you mean?”
Arthur smiled and shook his head. “Just magic them off the next time.”