P-thon week 7 (entry 23)
Oh god, here's my week 7 entry. I honestly wasn't even sure I'd deannon on this, because it got such negative feedback....but... I guess It's a matter of finishing what I start? *sigh*
I apologize for this entry.
Warnings: Excessive flexibility?
Merlin groaned as he laid back against his bed. His body was sheened in sweat as his hand moved up and down over his cock. He thought about quickening his movements, because he didn't really have that much time, but it had been so long since he'd had a good wank.
Working in a circus had its advantages, but lots of spare time was not one of them. And privacy? That was practically unheard of. So he was determined to enjoy this.
He groaned and bit his fist when someone banged loudly on the side of his trailer. "Merlin!"
"Go Away!" He pinched the base of his cock to stave off the rising pressure, and knocked his head back against the pillow in frustration as he recognized the voice of Arthur the lion tamer.
He had just long enough to be grateful that he'd remember to lock the door, when Arthur did a funny little jiggle to the handle, and it swung open.
"Shit!" Merlin quickly flipped over to hide his erection, and glared daggers at Arthur's silhouetted figure.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Uh...stretching?"
Arthur humphed and sat on the side of the bed, his dark eyes raking curiously over Merlin's slender body. Being a contortionist meant that he was particularly proud of his body, and having Arthur outright admire it only made his cock harder beneath him.
"Stretching hmm? Maybe I can help you then."
Arthur didn't hesitate to reach out and run a hand along his back. The touch was feather light as Arthur traced a line upwards, along the ridges of his spine, and then outward to catch his wrists. Arthur gently began to coax Merlin's arms backward, stretching the muscles until his upper body began to rise off the bed, arching his back into a bow that would have been painful for anyone else.
The stretch felt good, combined with the ache that still burned in his groin.
"Now, the other way," Arthur's voice was husky, and Merlin knew then, that Arthur had seen him, that Arthur knew how aroused he was.
And yet he couldn't bring himself to protest when Arthur released his arms gently and grasped one of his ankles. He was insistent as he drew Merlin's leg backward, further and further, putting pressure on his calf until he felt his lower body begin to lift off the bed.
His cock twitched fiercely as some of the pressure was relieved. Arthur chuckled softly, and then gasped when the drop of cum that had dribbled at the tip clung stubbornly to the sheets, stretching across the short distance Arthur's manipulation of his body had created.
"God Merlin," Arthur breathed, and then, "Will you let me try..." He trailed off and released Merlin's legs, and before Merlin could say anything, Arthur rolled him over so that his cock bobbed, desperate, in the air.
"Arthur," Merlin looked up at the man that he'd wanted for so long. Arthur stared at him in return, and he seemed to read the look in Merlin's eyes, because his own softened. "I'm not going to hurt you Merlin. But please, will you do this for me?" He took hold of Merlin's arms again and drew him forward into a kiss, before drawing off and continuing with the stretch until...
Merlin jerked his head up as he understood what Arthur wanted from him.
"It'll be okay," Arthur soothed, and when he pressed further, a gentle unrelenting pressure at the back of his neck, Merlin allowed it.
"Open up," Arthur husked, one hand tracing at the corner of Merlin's mouth. And he did. Merlin opened his mouth, and before he could think about it anymore, swallowed his own cock.
The sensation was... it was odd, and strangely wonderful, and Merlin had always wondered in the back of his mind if he could do this, and now he knew he could...
He gasped, and the vibrations of it sent a shudder singing down his spine in spiraling loops of pleasure.
"That's it Merlin. Suck your own cock. Is it good?"
Merlin looked up through his lashes and watched as Arthur pulled his own cock out and began stroking it desperately.
And somehow, he was the one that looked debauched, with his dark eyes and his cock sticking obscenely out of his too colorful costume.
And that, that was the last straw, and suddenly he was coming, the bitter fluid shooting into his own throat, surprising him.
I apologize for this entry.
Warnings: Excessive flexibility?
Merlin groaned as he laid back against his bed. His body was sheened in sweat as his hand moved up and down over his cock. He thought about quickening his movements, because he didn't really have that much time, but it had been so long since he'd had a good wank.
Working in a circus had its advantages, but lots of spare time was not one of them. And privacy? That was practically unheard of. So he was determined to enjoy this.
He groaned and bit his fist when someone banged loudly on the side of his trailer. "Merlin!"
"Go Away!" He pinched the base of his cock to stave off the rising pressure, and knocked his head back against the pillow in frustration as he recognized the voice of Arthur the lion tamer.
He had just long enough to be grateful that he'd remember to lock the door, when Arthur did a funny little jiggle to the handle, and it swung open.
"Shit!" Merlin quickly flipped over to hide his erection, and glared daggers at Arthur's silhouetted figure.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Uh...stretching?"
Arthur humphed and sat on the side of the bed, his dark eyes raking curiously over Merlin's slender body. Being a contortionist meant that he was particularly proud of his body, and having Arthur outright admire it only made his cock harder beneath him.
"Stretching hmm? Maybe I can help you then."
Arthur didn't hesitate to reach out and run a hand along his back. The touch was feather light as Arthur traced a line upwards, along the ridges of his spine, and then outward to catch his wrists. Arthur gently began to coax Merlin's arms backward, stretching the muscles until his upper body began to rise off the bed, arching his back into a bow that would have been painful for anyone else.
The stretch felt good, combined with the ache that still burned in his groin.
"Now, the other way," Arthur's voice was husky, and Merlin knew then, that Arthur had seen him, that Arthur knew how aroused he was.
And yet he couldn't bring himself to protest when Arthur released his arms gently and grasped one of his ankles. He was insistent as he drew Merlin's leg backward, further and further, putting pressure on his calf until he felt his lower body begin to lift off the bed.
His cock twitched fiercely as some of the pressure was relieved. Arthur chuckled softly, and then gasped when the drop of cum that had dribbled at the tip clung stubbornly to the sheets, stretching across the short distance Arthur's manipulation of his body had created.
"God Merlin," Arthur breathed, and then, "Will you let me try..." He trailed off and released Merlin's legs, and before Merlin could say anything, Arthur rolled him over so that his cock bobbed, desperate, in the air.
"Arthur," Merlin looked up at the man that he'd wanted for so long. Arthur stared at him in return, and he seemed to read the look in Merlin's eyes, because his own softened. "I'm not going to hurt you Merlin. But please, will you do this for me?" He took hold of Merlin's arms again and drew him forward into a kiss, before drawing off and continuing with the stretch until...
Merlin jerked his head up as he understood what Arthur wanted from him.
"It'll be okay," Arthur soothed, and when he pressed further, a gentle unrelenting pressure at the back of his neck, Merlin allowed it.
"Open up," Arthur husked, one hand tracing at the corner of Merlin's mouth. And he did. Merlin opened his mouth, and before he could think about it anymore, swallowed his own cock.
The sensation was... it was odd, and strangely wonderful, and Merlin had always wondered in the back of his mind if he could do this, and now he knew he could...
He gasped, and the vibrations of it sent a shudder singing down his spine in spiraling loops of pleasure.
"That's it Merlin. Suck your own cock. Is it good?"
Merlin looked up through his lashes and watched as Arthur pulled his own cock out and began stroking it desperately.
And somehow, he was the one that looked debauched, with his dark eyes and his cock sticking obscenely out of his too colorful costume.
And that, that was the last straw, and suddenly he was coming, the bitter fluid shooting into his own throat, surprising him.