The reappearance of the peach-coloured ball gown
Author: bunnysworld
Title: The reappearance of the peach-coloured ball gown
Rating:NC-17
Pairing(s):Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin discovers something and finds out what it does to him
Warnings: cross-dressing, THE PEACH COLOURED BALL GOWN IS BACK!!!
Word Count: 906
Prompt: ball
Thanks to issy5209 for the beta!
Author's Notes: It’s kind of a sequel to Prom night which was all min7girl’s fault in the first place. So I happily blame this one on her, too. *grins*
Merlin had his head in the closet and was searching for a pair of shoes he hadn’t worn in ages. Maybe they were in Arthur’s? When he opened Arthur’s part of the closet, his breath caught. Was that…that couldn’t be! At the far back of the closet, wrapped in a transparent suit bag, hung the peach coloured ball gown that brought back memories.
It’s been years since their prom night; the night where Arthur had shown up wearing this thing, Merlin had thought he wanted to make fun of him since he’d only come out to Arthur a few weeks before. But in the end, the ball gown had just been a huge plot to make Arthur confess his feelings for Merlin and they had been together since then and had moved into their first apartment right after university. That was two years ago.
Yet Arthur had still kept the dress. Even though he felt like an intruder, Merlin smiled. He knew what this meant. Sometimes Arthur just couldn’t express his feeling in words, but keeping the dress that marked the beginning of their relationship spoke louder than anything Arthur could have said.
“Merlin?” The door opened and Arthur rushed into their bedroom. “Do you know where…” He stopped in his tracks and just stared from Merlin to the gown and back.
“I’m sorry, Arthur, I was looking for my shoes and thought they might be in your closet for some odd reason. I didn’t mean to…I…I’m not snooping through your things!”
“I don’t…I know you don’t. It’s just…” Arthur worried his lower lip.
“You kept the dress.” Merlin stepped closer and smiled.
“Silly, isn’t it?” Avoiding Merlin’s eyes, Arthur swallowed hard.
Shaking his head, Merlin wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist. “No. Not at all.”
“You don’t mind that I…”
Merlin kissed him softly. “Would you wear it for me?”
“You want me to wear the gown to Leon’s and Percy’s engagement party?” Panic flickered through Arthur’s eyes.
“Well, maybe not tonight, but sometime in the future?”
A few weeks later, Merlin had already forgotten that exchange. He came home and hung his coat onto the coat rack when he saw the sandal. It was…no way! This was one of the sandals that Arthur had carried around while he wore the ball gown. Merlin picked it up and entered the living room. The other sandal lay in plain sight on the way to the bedroom. He smirked when he loosened his tie as he opened the bedroom door.
There he stood, his Arthur, macho top and big-mouthed prat, dressed in the very same ball gown that he’d worn on their first evening together. Merlin didn’t know whether he should laugh or not but the sight strangely turned him on. “Arthur,” he breathed.
When Arthur didn’t move, Merlin stepped closer and ran his hands up Arthur’s arms, definitely very male arms with strong muscles. Merlin loved the uncertainty in Arthur’s eyes as he slowly leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes and this was definitely Arthur, the taste, the smell, the feel, but the rustle of the strange fabric changed everything.
He pushed Arthur back onto the bed and ran a hand up is leg. The legs he knew so well, clad in well-fitting jeans, in woollen suit pants, in linen breeches from the time they went to medieval fairs, but the silky feeling of the satin was all new. Merlin groaned into the kiss and pulled back. He scrambled around until he was between Arthur’s legs and caressed Arthur’s thighs through the fabric before slowly shoving the skirt up.
There was just too much satin and Merlin got impatient. He dove under the skirt and grinned when he noticed that Arthur was hard already. How could he resist this? He licked a broad stripe up the hard cock before he took him in and explored with his tongue, just the way he knew would drive Arthur mad. He heard muffled sounds and knew he wasn’t doing half bad.
Just as Arthur was close, Merlin pulled away and reappeared from under the skirt, his hair sticking out in all directions, a grin on his face. “Condom and lube,” he panted while he was busy with his belt and zipper.
He rolled the condom on, groaned at the snug sensation and coated it with lube before he hoisted Arthur’s legs on his shoulders and fingered the ring of muscles. “You…,” he looked up at Arthur who blushed. Obviously he found it embarrassing that he had prepared himself for this. But Merlin didn’t have a thought left to linger on it, he just moaned and pushed in.
Watching Arthur fist the sheets and toss his head back spurred Merlin on even more. It didn’t take long before he pounded into Arthur and when he felt him tighten around him it only took him a few more strokes before he came hard.
He rolled off of Arthur and lay next to him, panting hard. “Fuck.” This was confusing. He never thought that Arthur in drag would turn him on so much.
“I…” That was the first thing Arthur said since Merlin had come in. “Fuck,” he echoed.
Chuckling, Merlin got up on one elbow and looked at Arthur. “Promise me one thing.”
“To never talk about this?” Arthur threw him a doubtful look.
“Never throw this gown out.” He leaned in to kiss Arthur again.
Title: The reappearance of the peach-coloured ball gown
Rating:NC-17
Pairing(s):Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin discovers something and finds out what it does to him
Warnings: cross-dressing, THE PEACH COLOURED BALL GOWN IS BACK!!!
Word Count: 906
Prompt: ball
Thanks to issy5209 for the beta!
Author's Notes: It’s kind of a sequel to Prom night which was all min7girl’s fault in the first place. So I happily blame this one on her, too. *grins*
Merlin had his head in the closet and was searching for a pair of shoes he hadn’t worn in ages. Maybe they were in Arthur’s? When he opened Arthur’s part of the closet, his breath caught. Was that…that couldn’t be! At the far back of the closet, wrapped in a transparent suit bag, hung the peach coloured ball gown that brought back memories.
It’s been years since their prom night; the night where Arthur had shown up wearing this thing, Merlin had thought he wanted to make fun of him since he’d only come out to Arthur a few weeks before. But in the end, the ball gown had just been a huge plot to make Arthur confess his feelings for Merlin and they had been together since then and had moved into their first apartment right after university. That was two years ago.
Yet Arthur had still kept the dress. Even though he felt like an intruder, Merlin smiled. He knew what this meant. Sometimes Arthur just couldn’t express his feeling in words, but keeping the dress that marked the beginning of their relationship spoke louder than anything Arthur could have said.
“Merlin?” The door opened and Arthur rushed into their bedroom. “Do you know where…” He stopped in his tracks and just stared from Merlin to the gown and back.
“I’m sorry, Arthur, I was looking for my shoes and thought they might be in your closet for some odd reason. I didn’t mean to…I…I’m not snooping through your things!”
“I don’t…I know you don’t. It’s just…” Arthur worried his lower lip.
“You kept the dress.” Merlin stepped closer and smiled.
“Silly, isn’t it?” Avoiding Merlin’s eyes, Arthur swallowed hard.
Shaking his head, Merlin wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist. “No. Not at all.”
“You don’t mind that I…”
Merlin kissed him softly. “Would you wear it for me?”
“You want me to wear the gown to Leon’s and Percy’s engagement party?” Panic flickered through Arthur’s eyes.
“Well, maybe not tonight, but sometime in the future?”
A few weeks later, Merlin had already forgotten that exchange. He came home and hung his coat onto the coat rack when he saw the sandal. It was…no way! This was one of the sandals that Arthur had carried around while he wore the ball gown. Merlin picked it up and entered the living room. The other sandal lay in plain sight on the way to the bedroom. He smirked when he loosened his tie as he opened the bedroom door.
There he stood, his Arthur, macho top and big-mouthed prat, dressed in the very same ball gown that he’d worn on their first evening together. Merlin didn’t know whether he should laugh or not but the sight strangely turned him on. “Arthur,” he breathed.
When Arthur didn’t move, Merlin stepped closer and ran his hands up Arthur’s arms, definitely very male arms with strong muscles. Merlin loved the uncertainty in Arthur’s eyes as he slowly leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes and this was definitely Arthur, the taste, the smell, the feel, but the rustle of the strange fabric changed everything.
He pushed Arthur back onto the bed and ran a hand up is leg. The legs he knew so well, clad in well-fitting jeans, in woollen suit pants, in linen breeches from the time they went to medieval fairs, but the silky feeling of the satin was all new. Merlin groaned into the kiss and pulled back. He scrambled around until he was between Arthur’s legs and caressed Arthur’s thighs through the fabric before slowly shoving the skirt up.
There was just too much satin and Merlin got impatient. He dove under the skirt and grinned when he noticed that Arthur was hard already. How could he resist this? He licked a broad stripe up the hard cock before he took him in and explored with his tongue, just the way he knew would drive Arthur mad. He heard muffled sounds and knew he wasn’t doing half bad.
Just as Arthur was close, Merlin pulled away and reappeared from under the skirt, his hair sticking out in all directions, a grin on his face. “Condom and lube,” he panted while he was busy with his belt and zipper.
He rolled the condom on, groaned at the snug sensation and coated it with lube before he hoisted Arthur’s legs on his shoulders and fingered the ring of muscles. “You…,” he looked up at Arthur who blushed. Obviously he found it embarrassing that he had prepared himself for this. But Merlin didn’t have a thought left to linger on it, he just moaned and pushed in.
Watching Arthur fist the sheets and toss his head back spurred Merlin on even more. It didn’t take long before he pounded into Arthur and when he felt him tighten around him it only took him a few more strokes before he came hard.
He rolled off of Arthur and lay next to him, panting hard. “Fuck.” This was confusing. He never thought that Arthur in drag would turn him on so much.
“I…” That was the first thing Arthur said since Merlin had come in. “Fuck,” he echoed.
Chuckling, Merlin got up on one elbow and looked at Arthur. “Promise me one thing.”
“To never talk about this?” Arthur threw him a doubtful look.
“Never throw this gown out.” He leaned in to kiss Arthur again.