The taste of honey part 3b
Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: The Taste of Honey - 3b
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Gwaine/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Gwaine, Arthur
Summary:. Gwaine was never going to let things go.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 915
Camelot_drabble prompt 551: Paint
Author’s notes: It ended up being 3 parts
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Arthur was a warrior in every sense of the world. Dominating, taking what was given and exploiting it, his kisses were fierce, wild, his hands keeping Gwaine still as he savaged his mouth. He didn’t stop with one, kept on thrusting and pushing until Gwaine was breathless with wonder.
It was better than he’d hoped.
They tumbled around the room, Merlin watching in wide-eyed horror or longing or something in between, but Arthur didn’t stop, just grew hard and brutal, as if to prove just how much he could demand for the win.
Or maybe he was trying to punish Gwaine for not being Merlin. But as they tumbled onto the bed, Gwaine was finally able to get the upper hand, shoving Arthur down as Gwaine sat on top of him.
Breathing heavy, glaring up at Gwaine as if furious, Arthur said, “You will pay for this.”
“I’m not done, Princess,” Gwaine grinned. “Remember rule two?”
With that, Arthur glanced at Merlin, then narrowed his eyes at Gwaine, he said, “If you think you are going to involve Merlin in this… this… libertine exercise, you are sadly mistaken.”
“Humm, maybe you should ask him,” Gwaine nodded toward Merlin, raising one eyebrow in challenge.
Merlin flushed, looking very uncomfortable. “Gwaine, enough. He doesn’t want me.” Turning to Arthur, wringing his hands as he said, “Arthur, I am so sorry. I had no idea that Gwaine would really think this was… was-.”
Interrupting, Gwaine said, “Is that right, Arthur? You don’t want him?” Leaning forward, he said, “Because remember rule three, what happens in this room stays here.”
“You don’t know that. If word ever got out,” Arthur replied, glancing toward the door.
Snorting at the ridiculousness of it, Gwaine pointed out, “And who is going to tell anyone? Me? Merlin? You?” Gwaine wiggled a little as he sat on Arthur’s hips, feeling the weight of the prat’s crown jewels, grinning when he could feel a bit of hardness there. “Come on, it’s just a kiss. Should mean nothing if you don’t want him. Like taking one of Gaius’s potions. Just one toss and you’re done.”
Challenge in his voice, Gwaine whispered, “Or are you afraid to try?”
Glancing over at Merlin, Arthur bit at his lip, then said, “Fine. But let me up first.”
“Nope. Let you get away and make some stupid excuse?” Gwaine waggled his eyebrows again. “I’ll get up after. I promise.”
“I am going to kill you, Gwaine. I swear this is the most humiliating thing you’ve ever made me do.” Merlin’s face was red with embarrassment.
“Oh, leave off and just kiss him.”
Gwaine could see the difference at once. With him and Arthur, it had been a battle for domination, for control. But with Merlin, it was as tender as he’d ever seen Arthur, a brush of lips, his hand coming up to stroke Merlin’s cheek, then deeper, more intense. Not one of Gaius’s potions at all.
It seemed to last forever but Gwaine could feel Arthur’s excitement growing underneath him, could hear Arthur’s breathing quicken, see the flush of want painting his face.
When Merlin finally broke the kiss, Arthur’s eyes were black with desire, and his hands didn’t seem to want to leave Merlin’s skin.
As Merlin glanced at Gwaine, he could see the desire in Merlin’s face, too.
Reaching over, Gwaine pulled Merlin close, giving him a quick kiss. “Told you.”
Merlin was still worried, though, but then Merlin was always worried. Sometimes Gwaine despaired that he would never not be worried.
“But now what? Arthur is my master and you are… well Gwaine. It would never work,” Merlin said.
Still sitting on Arthur, reaching over and giving Arthur’s cheek a little slap, Gwaine winked down at him. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m all into sharing and I think Arthur would look pretty good all naked and such although not as good as me.”
“I’m right here, you know,” Arthur whined, rubbing away Gwaine’s insult.
“I know.” Gwaine shrugged. “Look, you like him, he likes you, I like you and well he tolerates me. How about we find out? It only has to be the one time, right?” Nodding toward the door again, Gwaine pointed out, “And no one has to know. Besides, I’ve got him pinned on the bed, captive and all. I bet you he’ll beg for it, you know when you do that thing with your tongue.”
“I would not beg. I’m a prince, not some lowborne whore.” Arthur huffed, although he did look intrigued as his gaze flicked to Merlin a moment.
“See, a challenge.” Gwaine reached over and gave Merlin a little shake. “Come on, you know you want to. And he wants you to. Just look at him.” Gwaine looked down at Arthur, who glared back at him defiant and yet intrigued. “And I want you to. See him stuff you full, see him watch you as you swallow me down. It will be fun.”
“And after? Will you still want me?” Merlin whispered.
“Always.” Gwaine grinned but his voice was as decided as ever. He’d never let Merlin go, not as long as Merlin wanted him back.
“Merlin, this isn’t a good idea,” Arthur pointed out, but he wasn’t trying to get away either. He didn’t sound all that impatient, more like he was protesting because he thought he had to.
Merlin gave Gwaine one last look, then nodded and turned to Arthur, capturing his mouth in another kiss.
archaeologist_d
Title: The Taste of Honey - 3b
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Gwaine/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Gwaine, Arthur
Summary:. Gwaine was never going to let things go.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 915
Camelot_drabble prompt 551: Paint
Author’s notes: It ended up being 3 parts
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/o/
Arthur was a warrior in every sense of the world. Dominating, taking what was given and exploiting it, his kisses were fierce, wild, his hands keeping Gwaine still as he savaged his mouth. He didn’t stop with one, kept on thrusting and pushing until Gwaine was breathless with wonder.
It was better than he’d hoped.
They tumbled around the room, Merlin watching in wide-eyed horror or longing or something in between, but Arthur didn’t stop, just grew hard and brutal, as if to prove just how much he could demand for the win.
Or maybe he was trying to punish Gwaine for not being Merlin. But as they tumbled onto the bed, Gwaine was finally able to get the upper hand, shoving Arthur down as Gwaine sat on top of him.
Breathing heavy, glaring up at Gwaine as if furious, Arthur said, “You will pay for this.”
“I’m not done, Princess,” Gwaine grinned. “Remember rule two?”
With that, Arthur glanced at Merlin, then narrowed his eyes at Gwaine, he said, “If you think you are going to involve Merlin in this… this… libertine exercise, you are sadly mistaken.”
“Humm, maybe you should ask him,” Gwaine nodded toward Merlin, raising one eyebrow in challenge.
Merlin flushed, looking very uncomfortable. “Gwaine, enough. He doesn’t want me.” Turning to Arthur, wringing his hands as he said, “Arthur, I am so sorry. I had no idea that Gwaine would really think this was… was-.”
Interrupting, Gwaine said, “Is that right, Arthur? You don’t want him?” Leaning forward, he said, “Because remember rule three, what happens in this room stays here.”
“You don’t know that. If word ever got out,” Arthur replied, glancing toward the door.
Snorting at the ridiculousness of it, Gwaine pointed out, “And who is going to tell anyone? Me? Merlin? You?” Gwaine wiggled a little as he sat on Arthur’s hips, feeling the weight of the prat’s crown jewels, grinning when he could feel a bit of hardness there. “Come on, it’s just a kiss. Should mean nothing if you don’t want him. Like taking one of Gaius’s potions. Just one toss and you’re done.”
Challenge in his voice, Gwaine whispered, “Or are you afraid to try?”
Glancing over at Merlin, Arthur bit at his lip, then said, “Fine. But let me up first.”
“Nope. Let you get away and make some stupid excuse?” Gwaine waggled his eyebrows again. “I’ll get up after. I promise.”
“I am going to kill you, Gwaine. I swear this is the most humiliating thing you’ve ever made me do.” Merlin’s face was red with embarrassment.
“Oh, leave off and just kiss him.”
Gwaine could see the difference at once. With him and Arthur, it had been a battle for domination, for control. But with Merlin, it was as tender as he’d ever seen Arthur, a brush of lips, his hand coming up to stroke Merlin’s cheek, then deeper, more intense. Not one of Gaius’s potions at all.
It seemed to last forever but Gwaine could feel Arthur’s excitement growing underneath him, could hear Arthur’s breathing quicken, see the flush of want painting his face.
When Merlin finally broke the kiss, Arthur’s eyes were black with desire, and his hands didn’t seem to want to leave Merlin’s skin.
As Merlin glanced at Gwaine, he could see the desire in Merlin’s face, too.
Reaching over, Gwaine pulled Merlin close, giving him a quick kiss. “Told you.”
Merlin was still worried, though, but then Merlin was always worried. Sometimes Gwaine despaired that he would never not be worried.
“But now what? Arthur is my master and you are… well Gwaine. It would never work,” Merlin said.
Still sitting on Arthur, reaching over and giving Arthur’s cheek a little slap, Gwaine winked down at him. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m all into sharing and I think Arthur would look pretty good all naked and such although not as good as me.”
“I’m right here, you know,” Arthur whined, rubbing away Gwaine’s insult.
“I know.” Gwaine shrugged. “Look, you like him, he likes you, I like you and well he tolerates me. How about we find out? It only has to be the one time, right?” Nodding toward the door again, Gwaine pointed out, “And no one has to know. Besides, I’ve got him pinned on the bed, captive and all. I bet you he’ll beg for it, you know when you do that thing with your tongue.”
“I would not beg. I’m a prince, not some lowborne whore.” Arthur huffed, although he did look intrigued as his gaze flicked to Merlin a moment.
“See, a challenge.” Gwaine reached over and gave Merlin a little shake. “Come on, you know you want to. And he wants you to. Just look at him.” Gwaine looked down at Arthur, who glared back at him defiant and yet intrigued. “And I want you to. See him stuff you full, see him watch you as you swallow me down. It will be fun.”
“And after? Will you still want me?” Merlin whispered.
“Always.” Gwaine grinned but his voice was as decided as ever. He’d never let Merlin go, not as long as Merlin wanted him back.
“Merlin, this isn’t a good idea,” Arthur pointed out, but he wasn’t trying to get away either. He didn’t sound all that impatient, more like he was protesting because he thought he had to.
Merlin gave Gwaine one last look, then nodded and turned to Arthur, capturing his mouth in another kiss.