don't let your cock do all the work (use your mouth too!)
Title: Don't let your cock do all the work (use your mouth too!)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon/Merlin
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Warnings: Gangbang (mentions of double penetration, felching, rimming)
Summary: For the kinkme-merlin prompt: multiple Arthurs fucking Merlin.
“Merlin,” Arthur drawls, “you have some explaining to do.”
Merlin opens his eyes and turns his head around, ready to demand an explanation, too, for why Arthur has stopped thrusting into him, and that’s when he notices that in addition to the Arthur who has his cock lodged comfortably in his arse, there are six other gloriously naked Arthurs hovering in a sort of semi-circle around him, casually beating off as they watch Arthur - er, Original Arthur - fuck Merlin into the table.
“Oh.” Merlin blanches.
“Merlin,” Arthur scolds, and starts to withdraw his cock, already weary of whatever spontaneous magic his mighty dick has made Merlin do this time.
“No!” Merlin protests, bringing a hand around to Arthur’s hip and pushing him back snug against his arse. “Don’t! We’re not done yet! Arthur, I can explain.”
Original Arthur exchanges a look with the other Arthurs and rolls his eyes, but generously stays in position - he even grants Merlin a short, blunt thrust. “Let’s hear it, then.”
Merlin moans. “I - I - okay. The thing is, I was just thinking, I guess - I mean, I wasn’t even really thinking-thinking, what with my arse being pounded and all -” he stops, suddenly distracted by the pre-come glistening on Arthur Copy One’s - or Six’s? whoever is closest to his face, okay - cock, and it takes another thrust from Original Arthur to bring his mind around again, “ - oh, gods, okay, so I was thinking how I wish this could go on forever because you feel so good, and I want you everywhere, and, gods, I don’t know. I was so close, Arthur, so close. Arthur - Arthurs, please, please just move, just fuck - fuck me, please.” He starts to rock back and forth a little, desperate for friction.
Arthur slaps Merlin’s arse to stop the rutting while he thinks, has to still Merlin’s hip with the other hand because he doesn’t trust him - and because he rather enjoys hearing the keening, impatient noises Merlin makes. He looks at his doppelgangers, which are dividing their attentions between checking each other out and watching Merlin, spread wide, hungrily, possessively, and feels somewhat annoyed.
“I don’t want to share you,” he complains, stroking the soft skin under his hands.
“Arthur, you prat,” one of the Arthur Copies says, “we’re all you. I mean me. I. Er -”
“Arthur, please, I’m yours,” Merlin interrupts, begging, “I’m yours - always yours, just yours. Just…just think of this as new ways of taking me, yeah? Come on, you can fuck me and have my mouth at the same time and - and I don’t know, just -”
All the Arthurs stare at him.
“Slut!” they cry gleefully, and a few of them slap each other’s hands in triumph.
“Fine,” Arthur decides magnanimously after a moment, and without another word resumes driving into Merlin’s tight heat.
Merlin is so happy he could cry. “Final-” One of the Arthur Copies shoves his prick down his throat, and Merlin chokes, gags, but begins moaning around it, sucking noisily, when he can breathe again.
“Fuck,” Arthur says, “that’s amazing,” and Merlin can hear the others murmur agreeably. The Arthurs pull out of him then, quickly flip Merlin over onto his back on the table, and push into him again before he can mourn the loss of their hardness in his body. He feels another cock rubbing against his cheekbone, then feels two more trying to fit into his hands, one in each, and he takes them, stroking eagerly.
Merlin, extremely busy, thank you very much, forgets all about the two Arthurs who aren’t touching him in some way, but Original Arthur can see clearly from his position - the other two Arthurs seem to have taken to rubbing against each other while waiting for their turns at Merlin, running their hands across each other’s body appreciatively, touching muscles and pecs and saying things like, “Good work there,” and “Thanks, you too.” Arthur tries not to think that he’s vain or a little bit in love with himself, so he turns his attention back to Merlin’s arse, shoving in hard, again and again.
When Arthur comes, he takes Merlin with him, pumping his cock in a hard grip until it spews and spits semen all across his stomach. Arthur pulls out, his come clinging, stretched, between his cockhead and Merlin’s wet hole, and Arthur thinks, yes.
He moves aside for Arthur Copy - Four, let’s say - to remove his cock from Merlin’s mouth and take place at his arse, bottoming out in one slick push. The Arthur who was rubbing himself off against Merlin’s cheekbone then acrobatically manoeuvres himself onto the table to straddle Merlin’s chest and nudge his dick in between those soppy, swollen lips. Merlin, who barely had time to recover from his first orgasm, just takes them all, deliriously happy, still working the hard cocks in his hands while he licks and sucks and moves his hips whenever possible.
Arthur moves to the head of the table, stroking Merlin’s sweat-damp hair lovingly while he watches a copy of his dick slide in and out of Merlin’s mouth. He can almost feel the heat.
“Beautiful,” he says reverently, “you’re so beautiful, Merlin, you’re amazing.”
Merlin makes a satisfied noise at the back of his throat, so obviously pleased with himself that it stirs Arthur’s cock again.
(Many hours later, Merlin has passed out from exhaustion and it’s just Arthur again, Merlin’s Arthur. Arthur’s kissing his way down Merlin’s pliant, unmoving body, licking up trails of pearly come from his belly, tonguing the head of Merlin’s limp dick. Then he spreads Merlin’s legs wide, pushing his knees up and out. Arthur looks at Merlin’s messy, puffy arsehole, dark pink, fucked open and drooling come, and sees flashes of his cocks pushing in and out of it, remembers when the vain Arthurs even penetrated him at the same time, Merlin sitting on one’s cock while another one eased in from behind. Arthur remembers the look of pleasure and pain on Merlin’s face, remembers all of them soothing him with kisses and petting, touching his full stomach and thinking they can almost feel hard meat. Arthur remembers all this, knows he’ll never forget, and leans down to run his tongue in and over Merlin’s hole, again and again. It’s only fair I clean you up, Arthur thinks, smiling.)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon/Merlin
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Warnings: Gangbang (mentions of double penetration, felching, rimming)
Summary: For the kinkme-merlin prompt: multiple Arthurs fucking Merlin.
“Merlin,” Arthur drawls, “you have some explaining to do.”
Merlin opens his eyes and turns his head around, ready to demand an explanation, too, for why Arthur has stopped thrusting into him, and that’s when he notices that in addition to the Arthur who has his cock lodged comfortably in his arse, there are six other gloriously naked Arthurs hovering in a sort of semi-circle around him, casually beating off as they watch Arthur - er, Original Arthur - fuck Merlin into the table.
“Oh.” Merlin blanches.
“Merlin,” Arthur scolds, and starts to withdraw his cock, already weary of whatever spontaneous magic his mighty dick has made Merlin do this time.
“No!” Merlin protests, bringing a hand around to Arthur’s hip and pushing him back snug against his arse. “Don’t! We’re not done yet! Arthur, I can explain.”
Original Arthur exchanges a look with the other Arthurs and rolls his eyes, but generously stays in position - he even grants Merlin a short, blunt thrust. “Let’s hear it, then.”
Merlin moans. “I - I - okay. The thing is, I was just thinking, I guess - I mean, I wasn’t even really thinking-thinking, what with my arse being pounded and all -” he stops, suddenly distracted by the pre-come glistening on Arthur Copy One’s - or Six’s? whoever is closest to his face, okay - cock, and it takes another thrust from Original Arthur to bring his mind around again, “ - oh, gods, okay, so I was thinking how I wish this could go on forever because you feel so good, and I want you everywhere, and, gods, I don’t know. I was so close, Arthur, so close. Arthur - Arthurs, please, please just move, just fuck - fuck me, please.” He starts to rock back and forth a little, desperate for friction.
Arthur slaps Merlin’s arse to stop the rutting while he thinks, has to still Merlin’s hip with the other hand because he doesn’t trust him - and because he rather enjoys hearing the keening, impatient noises Merlin makes. He looks at his doppelgangers, which are dividing their attentions between checking each other out and watching Merlin, spread wide, hungrily, possessively, and feels somewhat annoyed.
“I don’t want to share you,” he complains, stroking the soft skin under his hands.
“Arthur, you prat,” one of the Arthur Copies says, “we’re all you. I mean me. I. Er -”
“Arthur, please, I’m yours,” Merlin interrupts, begging, “I’m yours - always yours, just yours. Just…just think of this as new ways of taking me, yeah? Come on, you can fuck me and have my mouth at the same time and - and I don’t know, just -”
All the Arthurs stare at him.
“Slut!” they cry gleefully, and a few of them slap each other’s hands in triumph.
“Fine,” Arthur decides magnanimously after a moment, and without another word resumes driving into Merlin’s tight heat.
Merlin is so happy he could cry. “Final-” One of the Arthur Copies shoves his prick down his throat, and Merlin chokes, gags, but begins moaning around it, sucking noisily, when he can breathe again.
“Fuck,” Arthur says, “that’s amazing,” and Merlin can hear the others murmur agreeably. The Arthurs pull out of him then, quickly flip Merlin over onto his back on the table, and push into him again before he can mourn the loss of their hardness in his body. He feels another cock rubbing against his cheekbone, then feels two more trying to fit into his hands, one in each, and he takes them, stroking eagerly.
Merlin, extremely busy, thank you very much, forgets all about the two Arthurs who aren’t touching him in some way, but Original Arthur can see clearly from his position - the other two Arthurs seem to have taken to rubbing against each other while waiting for their turns at Merlin, running their hands across each other’s body appreciatively, touching muscles and pecs and saying things like, “Good work there,” and “Thanks, you too.” Arthur tries not to think that he’s vain or a little bit in love with himself, so he turns his attention back to Merlin’s arse, shoving in hard, again and again.
When Arthur comes, he takes Merlin with him, pumping his cock in a hard grip until it spews and spits semen all across his stomach. Arthur pulls out, his come clinging, stretched, between his cockhead and Merlin’s wet hole, and Arthur thinks, yes.
He moves aside for Arthur Copy - Four, let’s say - to remove his cock from Merlin’s mouth and take place at his arse, bottoming out in one slick push. The Arthur who was rubbing himself off against Merlin’s cheekbone then acrobatically manoeuvres himself onto the table to straddle Merlin’s chest and nudge his dick in between those soppy, swollen lips. Merlin, who barely had time to recover from his first orgasm, just takes them all, deliriously happy, still working the hard cocks in his hands while he licks and sucks and moves his hips whenever possible.
Arthur moves to the head of the table, stroking Merlin’s sweat-damp hair lovingly while he watches a copy of his dick slide in and out of Merlin’s mouth. He can almost feel the heat.
“Beautiful,” he says reverently, “you’re so beautiful, Merlin, you’re amazing.”
Merlin makes a satisfied noise at the back of his throat, so obviously pleased with himself that it stirs Arthur’s cock again.
(Many hours later, Merlin has passed out from exhaustion and it’s just Arthur again, Merlin’s Arthur. Arthur’s kissing his way down Merlin’s pliant, unmoving body, licking up trails of pearly come from his belly, tonguing the head of Merlin’s limp dick. Then he spreads Merlin’s legs wide, pushing his knees up and out. Arthur looks at Merlin’s messy, puffy arsehole, dark pink, fucked open and drooling come, and sees flashes of his cocks pushing in and out of it, remembers when the vain Arthurs even penetrated him at the same time, Merlin sitting on one’s cock while another one eased in from behind. Arthur remembers the look of pleasure and pain on Merlin’s face, remembers all of them soothing him with kisses and petting, touching his full stomach and thinking they can almost feel hard meat. Arthur remembers all this, knows he’ll never forget, and leans down to run his tongue in and over Merlin’s hole, again and again. It’s only fair I clean you up, Arthur thinks, smiling.)