The taste of honey part 3c
Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: The Taste of Honey - 3c
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:1013
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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It was longer this time, more aggressive, Arthur’s hands roaming over Merlin’s arms, snaking under his tunic, his fingers following the lines of breeches and ties and before anyone could say clotpole, there were clothes flying and groans in the air.
Gwaine rolled off Arthur, letting Merlin take control, watching them both exploring the newness of skin and heated kisses and love. It was exciting to watch, Merlin moaning into Arthur’s mouth even as his long fingers curled around Arthur’s cock and began to play there.
Pulling off his own clothes, his hands cupping Merlin’s backside, following the crease down into the warmth of his entrance, Gwaine reached over and pulled out the salve Merlin had been using for bruises and coated his fingers.
Merlin glanced back at him, nodding once, then went back to kissing Arthur, mouthing his chest, then following pale skin until his lips enveloped Arthur’s now eager cock. Right on cue, Arthur started begging for it, even as Merlin played with him, licking in all the right places, slowing and speeding up as Arthur moaned out his want. Merlin’s fingers, too, were following the lines into Arthur’s hidden places, sharing some of the salve now warmed by Gwaine’s hand, pushing in to find that sweet spot that would drive Arthur wild.
Gwaine wanted to try, too, to see if Arthur was as sensitive as Merlin, but perhaps another time. Because he was busy with Merlin, licking at all the right places, making Merlin stutter even as he tried to keep control. But fingers weren’t enough and Gwaine pushed himself into Merlin, sinking down into him, listening to groans from both of them as Merlin fought his growing pleasure.
Gwaine was quicker than usual, shoving himself deep into Merlin, then following the lines of ecstasy into sheer madness. It seemed to last an eternity but coming down, he knew that he couldn’t be selfish. He had to help Merlin reach his own peak and Arthur, too.
Pushing Merlin aside, he took over licking and sucking at Arthur’s cock, angling himself so that Merlin could take Arthur in his own way. And Merlin did just that, pulling Arthur up a bit, legs over shoulders, then pushing slowly inside even as Gwaine was sucking Arthur down.
Arthur looked as wild as Gwaine had ever seen him, grabbing onto Gwaine’s hair, pulling on it almost painfully. His face a deep pink, his eyes rolling back as he fought to keep control, both trying to crawl into Gwaine’s mouth and sinking down onto Merlin’s cock. Back and forth, up and down, trembling, begging, almost as if he didn’t know which way to go.
Chasing pleasure, chasing ecstasy, chasing all eternity, his face lined in such wonder and pain that he looked a god.
With a shout, Arthur came, flooding his joy into Gwaine’s mouth, even as Merlin shoved himself in one last time and stilled with a grunt.
Gwaine pulled back, watching the last of Arthur’s pleasure coating his skin, then Merlin collapsed onto Arthur’s chest, breathing hard.
Wanting to sleep but knowing that he’d rather see how Arthur reacted to it all, Gwaine lay beside them and waited. Cleaning himself off with a sheet, dabbing at Arthur’s messy chest and the warmth of Merlin’s groin, as he waited, he knew that whatever happened, he would never forget the ecstasy of this moment.
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Arthur looked well-used, bites littering his skin, walking a bit stiffly as he downed his wine. They had stayed in Arthur’s chambers late into the night, only ordering honey cakes and a flagon of his best wine when they got hungry. Not even allowing servants in, only Merlin taking the food and drink from the others and shutting the door in their faces.
Gwaine didn’t say much, just watched Merlin and Arthur tiptoeing around each other. Merlin glanced once in a while at Gwaine but when Gwaine shrugged, Merlin acted the servant, being careful not to remind Arthur of what they had done.
Finally, as Arthur sat down, a bit gingerly, he said, “Gwaine, the rules you offered when we started this. I would have you remember them. No word of this may leave here.”
“Of course, I know the court would not approve. But you aren’t going to punish Merlin for my proclivities, are you?” Gwaine wasn’t sure just how deeply in denial Arthur was but he’d been damned if Merlin would pay the price.
“I… no. That is, no, neither of you would be punished. I was there, I enjoyed it, perhaps more than I should have, and I,” Arthur stopped, looking down at his hands, and then gulping the rest of the wine. “Was it just the once, then?”
Oh, that was unexpected. He had thought Arthur would rant about them leading him down the wrong path and never speaking of it again. Things were looking up.
“Only if you want it just the once,” Gwaine said, carefully, calmly, although his heart was growing wild with anticipation. “That was just a taste of what we could bring to you, do to you, have you do to us.”
Merlin sent Gwaine a warning look. “But Arthur, if it’s more than once, I… for me, it’s not a simple thing. I lo… like you too much to be tossed aside when it gets to be an issue.”
Arthur nodded. “I can’t promise that it will last. I have duties to the crown and the kingdom. But for now, if you like, we could see how it goes. With the two of you. But… I can’t favour you, Gwaine, over my other knights and Merlin will have to remain my servant.”
Gwaine grinned. It sounded good to him. “I didn’t expect any less, Princess.”
Nodding, Merlin seemed more reticent but he gave Arthur a smile. “So I still have to wash your socks?”
“Indeed you do,” Arthur said, his eyes alight in relief.
Merlin took a gulp of his own wine, then said, “Did I ever tell you about Gwaine and honey cakes?”
Gwaine just smiled. Next time, he’d be sure to bring some. After all, honey and the taste of Merlin were a delicious mixture that was sure to please Arthur. And Gwaine, too.
archaeologist_d
Title: The Taste of Honey - 3c
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:1013
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/
It was longer this time, more aggressive, Arthur’s hands roaming over Merlin’s arms, snaking under his tunic, his fingers following the lines of breeches and ties and before anyone could say clotpole, there were clothes flying and groans in the air.
Gwaine rolled off Arthur, letting Merlin take control, watching them both exploring the newness of skin and heated kisses and love. It was exciting to watch, Merlin moaning into Arthur’s mouth even as his long fingers curled around Arthur’s cock and began to play there.
Pulling off his own clothes, his hands cupping Merlin’s backside, following the crease down into the warmth of his entrance, Gwaine reached over and pulled out the salve Merlin had been using for bruises and coated his fingers.
Merlin glanced back at him, nodding once, then went back to kissing Arthur, mouthing his chest, then following pale skin until his lips enveloped Arthur’s now eager cock. Right on cue, Arthur started begging for it, even as Merlin played with him, licking in all the right places, slowing and speeding up as Arthur moaned out his want. Merlin’s fingers, too, were following the lines into Arthur’s hidden places, sharing some of the salve now warmed by Gwaine’s hand, pushing in to find that sweet spot that would drive Arthur wild.
Gwaine wanted to try, too, to see if Arthur was as sensitive as Merlin, but perhaps another time. Because he was busy with Merlin, licking at all the right places, making Merlin stutter even as he tried to keep control. But fingers weren’t enough and Gwaine pushed himself into Merlin, sinking down into him, listening to groans from both of them as Merlin fought his growing pleasure.
Gwaine was quicker than usual, shoving himself deep into Merlin, then following the lines of ecstasy into sheer madness. It seemed to last an eternity but coming down, he knew that he couldn’t be selfish. He had to help Merlin reach his own peak and Arthur, too.
Pushing Merlin aside, he took over licking and sucking at Arthur’s cock, angling himself so that Merlin could take Arthur in his own way. And Merlin did just that, pulling Arthur up a bit, legs over shoulders, then pushing slowly inside even as Gwaine was sucking Arthur down.
Arthur looked as wild as Gwaine had ever seen him, grabbing onto Gwaine’s hair, pulling on it almost painfully. His face a deep pink, his eyes rolling back as he fought to keep control, both trying to crawl into Gwaine’s mouth and sinking down onto Merlin’s cock. Back and forth, up and down, trembling, begging, almost as if he didn’t know which way to go.
Chasing pleasure, chasing ecstasy, chasing all eternity, his face lined in such wonder and pain that he looked a god.
With a shout, Arthur came, flooding his joy into Gwaine’s mouth, even as Merlin shoved himself in one last time and stilled with a grunt.
Gwaine pulled back, watching the last of Arthur’s pleasure coating his skin, then Merlin collapsed onto Arthur’s chest, breathing hard.
Wanting to sleep but knowing that he’d rather see how Arthur reacted to it all, Gwaine lay beside them and waited. Cleaning himself off with a sheet, dabbing at Arthur’s messy chest and the warmth of Merlin’s groin, as he waited, he knew that whatever happened, he would never forget the ecstasy of this moment.
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Arthur looked well-used, bites littering his skin, walking a bit stiffly as he downed his wine. They had stayed in Arthur’s chambers late into the night, only ordering honey cakes and a flagon of his best wine when they got hungry. Not even allowing servants in, only Merlin taking the food and drink from the others and shutting the door in their faces.
Gwaine didn’t say much, just watched Merlin and Arthur tiptoeing around each other. Merlin glanced once in a while at Gwaine but when Gwaine shrugged, Merlin acted the servant, being careful not to remind Arthur of what they had done.
Finally, as Arthur sat down, a bit gingerly, he said, “Gwaine, the rules you offered when we started this. I would have you remember them. No word of this may leave here.”
“Of course, I know the court would not approve. But you aren’t going to punish Merlin for my proclivities, are you?” Gwaine wasn’t sure just how deeply in denial Arthur was but he’d been damned if Merlin would pay the price.
“I… no. That is, no, neither of you would be punished. I was there, I enjoyed it, perhaps more than I should have, and I,” Arthur stopped, looking down at his hands, and then gulping the rest of the wine. “Was it just the once, then?”
Oh, that was unexpected. He had thought Arthur would rant about them leading him down the wrong path and never speaking of it again. Things were looking up.
“Only if you want it just the once,” Gwaine said, carefully, calmly, although his heart was growing wild with anticipation. “That was just a taste of what we could bring to you, do to you, have you do to us.”
Merlin sent Gwaine a warning look. “But Arthur, if it’s more than once, I… for me, it’s not a simple thing. I lo… like you too much to be tossed aside when it gets to be an issue.”
Arthur nodded. “I can’t promise that it will last. I have duties to the crown and the kingdom. But for now, if you like, we could see how it goes. With the two of you. But… I can’t favour you, Gwaine, over my other knights and Merlin will have to remain my servant.”
Gwaine grinned. It sounded good to him. “I didn’t expect any less, Princess.”
Nodding, Merlin seemed more reticent but he gave Arthur a smile. “So I still have to wash your socks?”
“Indeed you do,” Arthur said, his eyes alight in relief.
Merlin took a gulp of his own wine, then said, “Did I ever tell you about Gwaine and honey cakes?”
Gwaine just smiled. Next time, he’d be sure to bring some. After all, honey and the taste of Merlin were a delicious mixture that was sure to please Arthur. And Gwaine, too.