you're swinging from the chandelier, i'm climbing up the walls
Title: You're swinging from the chandelier, I'm climbing up the walls
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon/Merlin
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Summary: For the kinkme-merlin prompt: reverse cowboy.
Arthur wasn’t sure how he expected Merlin to be in the sack - maybe insolent as always, or maybe just completely incompetent, and of course he would end up doing all the work to teach the idiot about pleasure (but he doesn’t mind, really, because better him than anybody else) - but it wasn’t this. This Merlin -
This Merlin stripped him naked efficiently, quicker and less clumsy than Idiot Merlin would, nimble fingers brushing hot and teasing over his skin. This Merlin shoved him backward on the bed, made him watch dry-mouthed as he pulled off his own tunic with a smile and unlaced his breeches with a smirk, daring to keep his red scarf on with a matching blush, and topped it all off once he was undressed with a cheeky grin, the bastard. Arthur had no idea how his one face changed so rapidly: the soft, pink mouth curving all sorts of ways, eyes fluttering coquettishly one moment and then lowering in something like modesty - modesty, gods - the next; had no idea how to read him at all, or what would happen next.
Arthur’s heart was pounding.
This Merlin reached for the vial hanging helplessly, forgotten, in Arthur’s loose fist, crawled over Arthur’s body while he wetted his own fingers, and kept Arthur’s eyes unwavering on his while he prepared himself. This Merlin was fucking hot, Arthur decided, fucking...fucking god-like or something, because that had to be faith and salvation and all things perfect and right he saw in those eyes - so. So blissful, Merlin, so beautiful.
Arthur probably could have just come by watching Merlin complete himself, but then Merlin was already pulling his fingers free and turning around on his knees and slicking Arthur’s cock once, twice, and oh, fuck, fuck -
Merlin slowly sat down on Arthur’s cock, easing the fat head of it into his hole with a little whimper. His back was turned to Arthur, so the prince could see the knobs of his spine arrowing down to where the rest of his dick was sliding into Merlin’s body, and Arthur was thinking about when he started thinking of This Merlin, this new, complex, wanton creature, as simply Merlin, Idiot Merlin, Perfect Merlin, His Merlin.
“Merlin!” Arthur gasped when his balls were snug against Merlin’s arse, and fuck, he was there, so tight and hot and like home, like he was finally where he was meant to be. Like - like d-
Arthur couldn’t get any more thoughts out after that, after Merlin hummed from deep in his belly and started bouncing on Arthur’s cock, rising and falling rhythmically as he rolled his hips. Arthur moaned and started thrusting too, gripping Merlin’s sides so hard he knew there would be bruises, and, fuck, he couldn’t wait to look at them, lick them, add more layers of red and purple on top of them. “Merlin - Merlin, my - mine. Merlin.”
“Mm, yes, my Arthur.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon/Merlin
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Summary: For the kinkme-merlin prompt: reverse cowboy.
Arthur wasn’t sure how he expected Merlin to be in the sack - maybe insolent as always, or maybe just completely incompetent, and of course he would end up doing all the work to teach the idiot about pleasure (but he doesn’t mind, really, because better him than anybody else) - but it wasn’t this. This Merlin -
This Merlin stripped him naked efficiently, quicker and less clumsy than Idiot Merlin would, nimble fingers brushing hot and teasing over his skin. This Merlin shoved him backward on the bed, made him watch dry-mouthed as he pulled off his own tunic with a smile and unlaced his breeches with a smirk, daring to keep his red scarf on with a matching blush, and topped it all off once he was undressed with a cheeky grin, the bastard. Arthur had no idea how his one face changed so rapidly: the soft, pink mouth curving all sorts of ways, eyes fluttering coquettishly one moment and then lowering in something like modesty - modesty, gods - the next; had no idea how to read him at all, or what would happen next.
Arthur’s heart was pounding.
This Merlin reached for the vial hanging helplessly, forgotten, in Arthur’s loose fist, crawled over Arthur’s body while he wetted his own fingers, and kept Arthur’s eyes unwavering on his while he prepared himself. This Merlin was fucking hot, Arthur decided, fucking...fucking god-like or something, because that had to be faith and salvation and all things perfect and right he saw in those eyes - so. So blissful, Merlin, so beautiful.
Arthur probably could have just come by watching Merlin complete himself, but then Merlin was already pulling his fingers free and turning around on his knees and slicking Arthur’s cock once, twice, and oh, fuck, fuck -
Merlin slowly sat down on Arthur’s cock, easing the fat head of it into his hole with a little whimper. His back was turned to Arthur, so the prince could see the knobs of his spine arrowing down to where the rest of his dick was sliding into Merlin’s body, and Arthur was thinking about when he started thinking of This Merlin, this new, complex, wanton creature, as simply Merlin, Idiot Merlin, Perfect Merlin, His Merlin.
“Merlin!” Arthur gasped when his balls were snug against Merlin’s arse, and fuck, he was there, so tight and hot and like home, like he was finally where he was meant to be. Like - like d-
Arthur couldn’t get any more thoughts out after that, after Merlin hummed from deep in his belly and started bouncing on Arthur’s cock, rising and falling rhythmically as he rolled his hips. Arthur moaned and started thrusting too, gripping Merlin’s sides so hard he knew there would be bruises, and, fuck, he couldn’t wait to look at them, lick them, add more layers of red and purple on top of them. “Merlin - Merlin, my - mine. Merlin.”
“Mm, yes, my Arthur.”