CHEWYSTORIES Come on Merlin
Title | Come on Merlin
Author | chewableprose
Fandom | Merlin
Pairing | Merlin/Arthur
Rating |
Credit | Merlin font by sparksflyout
Ficlet | The morning after, Merlin and his master were out alone and headed for an outlying village by the sea. Not fully recovered from the sex that had happened only hours before, the bareback riding was not helping. “Ow,” said Merlin as his horse leapt over fallen wood, bringing his still raw arse down hard onto the bony back of his ride. “Is there something wrong with you?” said Arthur in his usual annoyed tone. Merlin felt hollowed out, like Arthur had travelled clear through him. He didn’t, however, want his master to know that, to give him the satisfaction that came with leaving such an impression, so instead he said, “I’ve been on a horse all day.” But as if Merlin’s attempts at lying were more transparent than water from the well, Arthur replied with a mocking laugh, “is your bottom sore?” “Yes,” said Merlin, “it’s not as fat as yours.” Arthur laughed, “you know you’ve got a lot of nerve,” he said, getting down off his horse, “for a wimp.” They had reached sand dunes. Arthur tied his horse to a tree along the clearing and ran down the slopes to the beach below. Merlin did the same. When he’d caught up with him, Arthur was removing his garments. At first Merlin thought he must have meant to swim it being after all a fine day but realised otherwise when Arthur removed even his drawers, revealing his growing manhood, the mere sight of which made Merlin sore. Unsure how to react, Merlin searched around nervously for spectators. It was so risky, they were so exposed and just that morning Arthur had been so stern about the impossibility of repeat intimacy. “On with it then,” Arthur said, “fuck me, and I’ll teach you how to take it like a man.” The proposition excited Merlin. How causal sex was for him. It made him wonder how many of Arthur’s knights had serviced his desires, and how it was possible for any man to be more accommodating of such size. Arthur bent over, his face stern and determined and the sight of it almost causing Merlin to come. Merlin had always been happy with his size, and felt confident that it would cause discomfort for Arthur. Slicking his now erect self with saliva and gripping Arthur’s muscular and fleshy thighs, he pushed himself slowly inside. The sun glinting off Arthur’s naked skin, the taste of sea salt when he brought his lips to Arthur’s back. A near pure pleasure Merlin felt at the opportunity to be active over Arthur; for his master to be aware of how vulnerable he was, and of the power in Merlin. Arthur, however, despite initial grunts and moans following first penetration, was being his pratty self. “Come on Merlin,” he said, grinning over his shoulder, “you can do better than that. Plough me.” Remembering all the times Arthur had physically hurt him to exert his strength and rank and not willing to let Arthur ruin for him what was an extremely pleasurable experience Merlin whispered an incantation, “yes sire,” he replied, his eyes flashing gold, pushing further and faster into the recesses of his master as his penis grew inside him.
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Ficlet | The morning after, Merlin and his master were out alone and headed for an outlying village by the sea. Not fully recovered from the sex that had happened only hours before, the bareback riding was not helping. “Ow,” said Merlin as his horse leapt over fallen wood, bringing his still raw arse down hard onto the bony back of his ride. “Is there something wrong with you?” said Arthur in his usual annoyed tone. Merlin felt hollowed out, like Arthur had travelled clear through him. He didn’t, however, want his master to know that, to give him the satisfaction that came with leaving such an impression, so instead he said, “I’ve been on a horse all day.” But as if Merlin’s attempts at lying were more transparent than water from the well, Arthur replied with a mocking laugh, “is your bottom sore?” “Yes,” said Merlin, “it’s not as fat as yours.” Arthur laughed, “you know you’ve got a lot of nerve,” he said, getting down off his horse, “for a wimp.” They had reached sand dunes. Arthur tied his horse to a tree along the clearing and ran down the slopes to the beach below. Merlin did the same. When he’d caught up with him, Arthur was removing his garments. At first Merlin thought he must have meant to swim it being after all a fine day but realised otherwise when Arthur removed even his drawers, revealing his growing manhood, the mere sight of which made Merlin sore. Unsure how to react, Merlin searched around nervously for spectators. It was so risky, they were so exposed and just that morning Arthur had been so stern about the impossibility of repeat intimacy. “On with it then,” Arthur said, “fuck me, and I’ll teach you how to take it like a man.” The proposition excited Merlin. How causal sex was for him. It made him wonder how many of Arthur’s knights had serviced his desires, and how it was possible for any man to be more accommodating of such size. Arthur bent over, his face stern and determined and the sight of it almost causing Merlin to come. Merlin had always been happy with his size, and felt confident that it would cause discomfort for Arthur. Slicking his now erect self with saliva and gripping Arthur’s muscular and fleshy thighs, he pushed himself slowly inside. The sun glinting off Arthur’s naked skin, the taste of sea salt when he brought his lips to Arthur’s back. A near pure pleasure Merlin felt at the opportunity to be active over Arthur; for his master to be aware of how vulnerable he was, and of the power in Merlin. Arthur, however, despite initial grunts and moans following first penetration, was being his pratty self. “Come on Merlin,” he said, grinning over his shoulder, “you can do better than that. Plough me.” Remembering all the times Arthur had physically hurt him to exert his strength and rank and not willing to let Arthur ruin for him what was an extremely pleasurable experience Merlin whispered an incantation, “yes sire,” he replied, his eyes flashing gold, pushing further and faster into the recesses of his master as his penis grew inside him.
Notes | First, I want to make clear that this is a series, and while it is initially explicit, and somewhat non-romantic, that will change over time. Obviously this is a very different approach than my current Twilight Edward/Jacob series, but if you’re interested in this pairing, I hope you’ll follow the story. While this manip is a little silly and the second panel very yellow-eyed demon I like that Merlin is active and Arthur passive, as it works against a lot of how their characters have been constructed in the series. Also, it was an opportunity for Merlin to use his magic as a means of punishing Arthur for his pride and rudeness, as is frequently the case during peacetime episodes. Further, as most of you will have noticed, the first chunk of dialogue is direct from 3x01 and highlights just how slashy the boys’ dialogue is you’ll probably never look at that scene in the same way again. I hope you enjoyed it and that you’re keen to see more in this series. This entry was cross-posted to merlinslash, merlinxarthur, arthur_submits and came_a_lot, which is why it is not friends locked. If you’re visiting from one of these communities and you’d like to see more of my manips, comment on my friends only entry, but be warned, much of my work is sexually explicit.
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