Inked
Author: thecheekydragon
Title: Inked
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur gets inked and then a show.
Word Count: 550
Prompt: 27 (Tattoos)
Author's Notes: Started this fic about two years ago but never got very far along with it. Here's an excerpt.
“So what’ll you get next?”
“Next?” Arthur asked.
“Yeah,” Merlin said. “The back is just the beginning.”
Arthur chuckled. The young tattoo artist who had no visible tattoos was already planning Arthur’s next tattoo.
“You got tats?” Arthur asked, looking Merlin up and down.
“I got several,” Merlin said, grinning impishly. “You wanna see them?”
Arthur nodded, trying to imagine where these tattoos would be on Merlin’s lanky body.
Merlin turned his back to Arthur, then peeled off his shirt. A fantastic black tribal dragon was inked on his back, its tail curling and extending past the small of Merlin’s back. Merlin slid his jeans down over his arse, revealing the loop of the dragon’s tail on his right butt cheek.
“I drew the dragon and had an artist friend ink it for me,” Merlin said over his shoulder.
“Impressive.” It truly was, Arthur appreciated.
“You think that’s impressive, wait’ll you see this,” Merlin said. He turned to face Arthur, pants down. The first thing Arthur saw was the eight-pointed tribal star inked around Merlin’s right nipple. He had to admit it was pretty hot. Maybe it was just Merlin, or the fact that Arthur was still reeling from the dragon tattoo, trying to visualize the lucky bastard that inked the dragon tail on Merlin’s butt cheek.
He was suddenly aware that Merlin was stroking his cock and gasped loudly. “Mother fucker!” he exclaimed.
A circle of black flames was inked around Merlin’s cockhead, spreading up and along the shaft. The effect was astonishing.
It’s a fire-breathing dragon,” Merlin said with a grin.
“How the hell...?” Arthur asked, staring. He could not drag his eyes away.
Merlin pulled up his jeans. “It’s not so hard really. I actually did the cock one myself.”
Arthur’s eyebrows shot up.
Merlin shrugged. “I wanked first and then drew the flames on. Wanked some more and...” He trailed off, his mouth pulling up into a suggestive grin.
The picture of Merlin tattooing his own cock was erotic to say the least. Arthur felt the heat rising up from his neck to settle on his cheekbones, aware that splotches of red were also spreading on his chest - which was on full display because Merlin had just finished inking the sword on his back.
“You show your cock tattoo to everyone?” Arthur asked suddenly and, really, where had that come from?
The young tattoo artist grinned some more and Arthur thought: fucking tease.
He was surprised when Merlin leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “So far? Just you.”
Oh bloody hell.
“Um, so how long should I wait before engaging in, uh, extracurricular activities to allow my tattoo to heal?” Arthur’s face was now burning but he was too worked up to care.
“Keep it wrapped for about four hours,” Merlin said, “and don’t do anything too strenuous for at least six.” He handed Arthur a sheet with after-care instructions then made his way to the front of the shop.
Arthur frowned as he shrugged on his shirt. He had thought that maybe he and Merlin could hook up but now he wasn’t so sure.
“And just so you know,” Merlin called back to him. “I’m off in exactly five hours.”
Arthur grinned. Maybe he’d get to see more of Merlin’s fire-breathing dragon after all.
Title: Inked
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur gets inked and then a show.
Word Count: 550
Prompt: 27 (Tattoos)
Author's Notes: Started this fic about two years ago but never got very far along with it. Here's an excerpt.
“So what’ll you get next?”
“Next?” Arthur asked.
“Yeah,” Merlin said. “The back is just the beginning.”
Arthur chuckled. The young tattoo artist who had no visible tattoos was already planning Arthur’s next tattoo.
“You got tats?” Arthur asked, looking Merlin up and down.
“I got several,” Merlin said, grinning impishly. “You wanna see them?”
Arthur nodded, trying to imagine where these tattoos would be on Merlin’s lanky body.
Merlin turned his back to Arthur, then peeled off his shirt. A fantastic black tribal dragon was inked on his back, its tail curling and extending past the small of Merlin’s back. Merlin slid his jeans down over his arse, revealing the loop of the dragon’s tail on his right butt cheek.
“I drew the dragon and had an artist friend ink it for me,” Merlin said over his shoulder.
“Impressive.” It truly was, Arthur appreciated.
“You think that’s impressive, wait’ll you see this,” Merlin said. He turned to face Arthur, pants down. The first thing Arthur saw was the eight-pointed tribal star inked around Merlin’s right nipple. He had to admit it was pretty hot. Maybe it was just Merlin, or the fact that Arthur was still reeling from the dragon tattoo, trying to visualize the lucky bastard that inked the dragon tail on Merlin’s butt cheek.
He was suddenly aware that Merlin was stroking his cock and gasped loudly. “Mother fucker!” he exclaimed.
A circle of black flames was inked around Merlin’s cockhead, spreading up and along the shaft. The effect was astonishing.
It’s a fire-breathing dragon,” Merlin said with a grin.
“How the hell...?” Arthur asked, staring. He could not drag his eyes away.
Merlin pulled up his jeans. “It’s not so hard really. I actually did the cock one myself.”
Arthur’s eyebrows shot up.
Merlin shrugged. “I wanked first and then drew the flames on. Wanked some more and...” He trailed off, his mouth pulling up into a suggestive grin.
The picture of Merlin tattooing his own cock was erotic to say the least. Arthur felt the heat rising up from his neck to settle on his cheekbones, aware that splotches of red were also spreading on his chest - which was on full display because Merlin had just finished inking the sword on his back.
“You show your cock tattoo to everyone?” Arthur asked suddenly and, really, where had that come from?
The young tattoo artist grinned some more and Arthur thought: fucking tease.
He was surprised when Merlin leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “So far? Just you.”
Oh bloody hell.
“Um, so how long should I wait before engaging in, uh, extracurricular activities to allow my tattoo to heal?” Arthur’s face was now burning but he was too worked up to care.
“Keep it wrapped for about four hours,” Merlin said, “and don’t do anything too strenuous for at least six.” He handed Arthur a sheet with after-care instructions then made his way to the front of the shop.
Arthur frowned as he shrugged on his shirt. He had thought that maybe he and Merlin could hook up but now he wasn’t so sure.
“And just so you know,” Merlin called back to him. “I’m off in exactly five hours.”
Arthur grinned. Maybe he’d get to see more of Merlin’s fire-breathing dragon after all.