Coming of Age, Part 4 of 5
Title: Coming Of Age, 4/5
Author: destiny_fic
Pairing Merlin/Arthur, with a little bit of Merlin/OCs, and Arthur/OCs thrown in for drama
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 18448 for the whole fic
Spoilers: 1x01 - 1x09, it's AU from there
Disclaimer: If I owned it Angel would have been wearing all this makeup during the first series, and we'd just be accepting that she and Bradley don't have on screen chemistry, but Bradley and Colin do like WOW. That's not what's happening, so clearly it belongs to someone else. I make no money on this, so please don't hurt me.
Summary: "An orgy. The celebrations for Arthur's 21st birthday were a three-day orgy." So yeah, lots of sex...though I'll be honest, and the orgy part is pretty limited, it's mostly just Merlin/Arthur. This is ridiculously sappy porn. I am a sap, I'll admit it...but that'll be pretty easy to see once you've read through this.
Notes: My first foray into the world of Merlin fic (and my longest fic to date...last one was barely 1k)...and it's Porn with a Plot. It actually started out as a hell of a lot more porn than plot, but thanks to my wonderful bud and beta wordsdiminish, it became more plotty. And Epic. There's a sequel I'm already working on and a bunch of one offs after that.
This is completely AU after 1x09. I'm pretending the rest didn't happen...unless I decide it suits my needs later.
Coming of Age, Pt.4
DAY TWO:
If Merlin had thought the second day of these festivities would be easier than the first, than he had been very, very wrong. Yes, he was now much more comfortable with the overall situation. He no longer minded walking around naked, or that everyone else was too. Nor did he really care that he was on the second day of a three-day orgy.
No, his problems were entirely based on the fact that he had now spent a night with Arthur.
Not that Arthur was acting differently toward him. In fact, Arthur was acting just as he always had done, and maybe that was the problem. Logically, Merlin knew that was just how they were all supposed to act. This whole celebration was about indulging, but not getting tied up in anything; the pleasure without the strings. Merlin wasn’t entirely sure he could do that, just pretend that nothing had happened... that last night hadn’t meant anything to him.
Of course, in the end, the most important thing was still Arthur. This was Arthur’s birthday, and Merlin was not going to ruin this for him. If Merlin avoided him, Arthur would know it. So he did his best to pretend that his heart hadn’t just been ripped out of his chest, and joined his friends.
They spent the morning in the river, splashing around, or just floating. At one point when Merlin had his eyes closed as he floated along, he suddenly felt strong arms grab him and pull him down. When he surfaced he was spluttering, and looked around to see a laughing Galahad not far from him. Before Merlin could make a move in retaliation, Arthur jumped up behind Galahad and pushed hard on the top of his head, forcing him into the water. When Galahad resurfaced it was to find both Arthur and Merlin laughing at him. He scowled, which only set them to laughing harder, and for a moment Merlin thought maybe everything would be okay after all.
When Merlin had enough of the river, he headed toward a group of the knights seated on the same rug they'd been on the day before. He grabbed a tankard and filled it with wine, before plopping down next to Gawain.
"Well if it isn't the luckiest bastard in the kingdom," said Tristan, disdain in his voice.
Merlin looked at him, momentarily confused, though unable to mistake that tone.
"Don't mind him, Merlin," said Gawain, giving Tristan a venomous look. "He's just sore because the prince rejected him. It was a huge blow to his massive ego."
Tristan glared at him. "There are still two nights left. His tastes are bound to improve."
Merlin felt like throttling the man. And though he didn't want to think of anyone else touching Arthur, he couldn't help but think he could endure anything so long as Arthur didn't choose Tristan.
The prince chose that moment to walk up and clap Merlin on the shoulder with one hand, managing to take his tankard with the other and downing it in one gulp, before saying with a smirk, "Thanks, Merlin. I needed that," and plopping down in a chair opposite him. Merlin rolled his eyes, and got up to get himself another drink.
The afternoon was spent playing cards, and drinking. Mostly drinking. Today, Merlin drank more than the day before, until he felt slightly tipsy. He caught Arthur’s eye once over the tankard he was drinking from, and Merlin raised his cup to him, sloshing half the contents over the top, and Arthur just smiled and raised his own glass at him as Gawain took it upon himself to refill Merlin’s cup.
As darkness fell, and the mood of the festivities changed, Merlin steeled himself for the inevitable and made a decision. He would not spend the evening moping in a corner, watching Arthur from a distance again. Tonight he would attempt to partake of the festivities himself, would try to indulge himself a little.
He didn’t know if it was the wine pushing him to this decision, or the fact that he was determined to do nothing that might ruin this for Arthur, but either way the determination meant something else he could focus on. Something to draw his mind from the fact that Arthur would soon be sharing the same favours he had shared with Merlin last night with someone else.
Merlin stayed with his friends this time, and it wasn’t long before the first overture. Bedivere, who Merlin knew was very drunk, crawled from where he was sprawled about fifteen feet away to where Merlin was sitting with his back against the leg of a table, directly opposite Arthur on the other side of their group. Merlin hardly had a moment to think he’d had an approach before Arthur had, before Bedivere was bearing down on him and claiming Merlin’s mouth in a searing kiss.
Merlin returned the kiss, but couldn’t help but think that it was nowhere near the perfection of any of Arthur’s kisses. Bedivere’s kisses were sloppy and wet. It probably didn’t help that he was drunker than Merlin had ever seen him, and that was saying something. Allowing Bedivere to continue kissing him, and only just returning the favor, Merlin opened his eyes and sought Arthur.
Across from him Gawain was kissing Arthur. The knight was trailing kisses down the prince's neck, and Arthur, though allowing the attentions, seemed to be distracted. In fact, he was very clearly hardly paying attention to Gawain, as his eyes were instead now locked on Merlin’s.
Merlin gasped and dropped his gaze as Bedivere took hold of his cock, and moved to trail kisses down his shoulder and chest. As Bedivere’s kisses trailed even lower, Merlin realized his intentions, and slowly pulled Bedivere up and his hand away. Merlin gave him a small smile that said clearly, ‘Thank you, but no,’ and Bedivere, understanding the dismissal, shrugged and quickly moved over to join Tristan and Galahad.
Merlin’s gaze shifted to find Arthur again, and this time he found the prince apparently eagerly returning Gawain’s kisses. Saddened, Merlin was about to look away when Arthur’s eyes opened and immediately locked on his again. Unable to look away from him, Merlin watched as Arthur slowly drew back from Gawain and seemed to push him away.
Gareth, who had moved towards Merlin when he saw that he was unattached, quickly blocked his view. Gareth took Merlin’s face in his hands and placed a brief kiss on his lips. His touch was more gentle than Bedivere’s had been, more akin to Arthur’s, and so Merlin found himself melting into it. His eyes closed and he was able to imagine that it was Arthur’s mouth moving slowly over his, Arthur’s tongue seeking permission to enter his mouth. Merlin’s mouth opened and Gareth gently probed.
The kiss lasted for several moments, and then Merlin felt probing hands move down his sides, across his thighs, until one finally took his cock in hand. It was this touch that snapped him out of his fantasy. The hand wasn’t as large as Arthur’s; the touch not the same. When Merlin broke the kiss from surprise, Gareth’s kisses traveled down his chin to his neck, not realizing that Merlin was no longer enjoying his attentions.
Again Merlin sought Arthur, and his heart nearly burst at the sight that greeted him. Arthur was still seated across from him, but his head was thrown back in pleasure. Bobbing up and down on his lap Merlin saw the long brown hair he knew to be Tristan’s. As if sensing Merlin’s gaze, Arthur’s head snapped up and his eyes locked on Merlin’s again. Merlin tried to hide his distress, but knew he hadn't managed it when Arthur was suddenly pushing Tristan aside.
Merlin gently removed Gareth’s hand from him, and pushed him aside just in time. When Arthur reached him he grabbed Merlin's hand, pulled him up, and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. The kiss was desperate as they clung to each other, and Merlin melted into it, knowing that with every brush of their lips Arthur was claiming him as his. Pulling back suddenly, Arthur quickly took Merlin’s hand and pulled him to the middle of the clearing. The eyes fixed on them again, and this time Arthur didn’t even bother trying to hide his barely contained lust as he asked the question and was answered.
“Will you have me?”
“Yes.”
Merlin only noticed the surprised murmur that spread throughout the clearing because he didn’t remember it from the night before, but he didn’t have a moment to contemplate it as Arthur was pulling him quickly towards the tent.
They were barely inside before Arthur was on him again, his lips meeting Merlin’s in a kiss that was hard and fast. Merlin hummed his contentment, he could practically hear Arthur’s unsaid ‘mine’ with every kiss. Merlin walked them clumsily back towards the bed, and when his feet hit the mattress they fell unceremoniously back onto it.
They’d probably have bruises in the morning, but neither really cared. Their lips had barely parted in the fall and they met again instantly. Merlin held Arthur to him tightly. When Arthur’s lips left his Merlin groaned his disapproval only to moan a second later in pleasure as Arthur licked a line up his neck and then laid butterfly kisses back down it. He moved to kiss Merlin's mouth again, before withdrawing and reemerging with the bottle of oil they'd used the night before.
He moved back between Merlin’s legs, and urged Merlin to lock them around his waist. Arthur quickly coated his hand in oil, and began preparing Merlin. After only a few moments, Merlin was ready, and Arthur withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with his cock.
This time Arthur’s pace was not the slow and steady speed of the night before. Tonight Arthur was taking Merlin hard and fast, and Merlin couldn’t have been happier. Just as with the demanding kisses of earlier, Merlin knew that every thrust of Arthur’s hips was Arthur’s way of claiming Merlin as his.
Arthur adjusted slightly, and Merlin gasped and arched off the mattress as he hit just the right spot. This time he felt only a brief surge of power before he squashed it flat, and he knew now that he'd be able to control the magic easily and focus entirely on the pleasure he was feeling.
His pleasure mounting rapidly, and needing friction on his cock to bring himself to climax he reached to take hold of it, but Arthur quickly batted his hand away and replaced it with his own, adding, "That's my job." After only three strokes Merlin felt his climax hit him, and he cried out Arthur's name as he came. Arthur groaned and his thrusts became erratic as he rode out Merlin's orgasm.
A few more thrusts and suddenly Arthur slammed hard into Merlin’s arse, shuddering as Merlin felt him spill himself inside. When the shudders ceased he slipped free of Merlin and collapsed onto his back next to him. Merlin rolled onto his side, and fitted himself into the crook of Arthur’s shoulder as Arthur’s arm came around him to bring him close.
They lay silent for a long time as they came down from their high. Merlin felt like this might just be the happiest moment of his life. He knew now for sure that Arthur not only desired him, but also truly cared for him. He’d spent their first night thinking that he could be happy in the knowledge that Arthur had been attracted to him, had chosen him as the person he wished to spend his first of three nights of indulgence with. But now, Arthur had chosen to spend the second night with him as well, and Merlin even dared to hope that maybe, just maybe Arthur would choose him for the third night too.
“You’re grinning like the cat that got the cream,” Arthur said quietly, drawing Merlin from his thoughts.
Merlin gazed up at Arthur, and saw a similar smile on his face. Reaching up to cup Arthur’s cheek, Merlin answered, “That’s because I have.”
"I should have known you'd be a sap, " replied Arthur, but his smile betrayed his own joy and he pulled Merlin up to kiss him soundly. As the kiss deepened, Arthur rolled them so that he was hovering over Merlin again. Their cocks brushed, and Merlin broke the kiss and moaned as he felt his cock begin to harden again.
Arthur kissed his way down Merlin’s neck, to the center of Merlin’s chest, and down towards his groin. Before Merlin could realize what Arthur was going to do, Arthur had taken his cock in hand and quickly swallowed him whole.
Merlin couldn’t control the movement of his hips when they automatically thrust up into the warmth. Arthur hummed his approval, and Merlin nearly cried out at the sensation. He didn’t know if Arthur was just naturally skilled in this or if he’d had practice, but he didn’t really care because whatever the reason, Arthur was very skilled. He knew just when to take Merlin deep, just when to draw back for a quick lick around the head. If the feeling weren’t so exquisite, Merlin would have thought Arthur was trying to torture him. In fact, maybe he was doing just that. Retribution for Merlin's slow pace the night before when he'd performed this same act on Arthur.
After what felt like an eternity, Arthur finally took Merlin as deep as he could and-ignoring Merlin’s warning-swallowed every last drop as Merlin came. Releasing him, Arthur moved to kiss Merlin deeply while he was still shuddering, allowing him to taste himself in Arthur’s mouth.
"Gods," Merlin gasped when the kiss broke and Arthur sat back on his haunches between his legs, "You're very good at that."
Arthur smirked. "Really? I've never done that before. Guess I'm just naturally gifted."
Merlin groaned, and threw an arm over his eyes, "Oh lords, the last thing I need is your head getting even bigger than it already is."
Arthur's smirk widened and he thrust against Merlin's hip. "Do you really think it could get any bigger?"
Merlin moved his arm slightly so he could see Arthur and blinked up at him. "I'm not even going to dignify that one with a response."
Arthur laughed, and leaned down to kiss him before plopping down on his back next to him. "I know this bed is better than the meager bedrolls we take hunting, but I can't wait till we get back to the castle and my own bed. This is too hard on my knees."
Merlin's eyes lit up and he quickly sat up and straddled Arthur, eliciting a startled gasp and involuntary thrust in response. "I guess I'll just have to be the one on his knees this time," he said as he took Arthur's cock and positioning himself, sank down onto him.
Being still slick from the oil and Arthur’s coming inside him earlier, the joining was easy and Merlin threw his head back in pleasure. He felt Arthur’s hands settle on his hips, and looked down to see Arthur staring up at him with hunger. Holding Arthur’s gaze with his own, Merlin slowly raised up off of him, until only the tip of Arthur’s cock was still inside him, and then slowly sank back down. Arthur groaned and tightened his hold on Merlin’s hips, and their gazes remained locked as Merlin kept moving slowly up and down on Arthur’s cock. After a few moments, Arthur began thrusting up into him every time Merlin came back down, and their speed slowly increased. Their movements became erratic as their tempo increased and suddenly Arthur was holding his hips hard as he thrust up once more and spilled himself inside, Merlin’s name a whisper on his lips.
Merlin collapsed onto Arthur’s chest, and Arthur held him tightly as they both lay panting. As their breathing calmed, Merlin moved to give Arthur another long, lingering kiss, and felt Arthur’s cock slip from him. He retreated quickly to grab the damp cloth and cleaned them both, before returning to lie on his side, Arthur spooning up behind him.
Merlin felt Arthur take a deep breath, as though preparing to speak, but after holding his breath for a second, he released it without saying anything. Merlin turned his head to try and look at him, and asked "What is it?"
Arthur just smiled, and buried his face in Merlin's neck, holding him tighter as he breathed out, "Nothing. Just go to sleep."
Knowing he'd get nothing more out of him, and being thoroughly worn out now, Merlin turned and the minute his head was settled back on the pillow he was fast asleep.
This time when Merlin woke in the morning, it was not to the heartache he’d felt the previous morning. This time he was content, and he pressed back into the warmth of Arthur’s embrace, feeling Arthur’s arms tighten around him.
“Good morning,” came Arthur’s sleepy voice from behind him.
Merlin pressed back into Arthur again, this time rewarded with the feel of his hardening cock against Merlin’s arse, and Merlin breathed out, “Good morning.”
Arthur pressed a kiss on Merlin’s neck, and suddenly he found himself being pushed onto his back as Merlin scrambled around and on top of him, quickly bringing their lips together. Merlin’s tongue plundered Arthur’s mouth and he moved until their cocks were brushing together and began moving against Arthur’s groin. Arthur groaned into Merlin’s mouth, and his hands settled on Merlin’s arse, encouraging his movements. After only a few moments Merlin came with a groan against Arthur’s mouth, and Arthur followed shortly thereafter.
After cleaning themselves up, they both prepared to leave the tent again, this time for the final day of the celebrations. There was no awkward silence now. Instead they shared the easy companionship they’d always shared. Merlin nearly tripping over a stray pillow. Arthur’s teasing comment. Merlin’s ‘prat,’ followed by Arthur’s ‘idiot.’ Only now there were lingering looks, brief touches, and quick kisses. When they were finally ready to leave the tent there was no awkward farewell. Instead Arthur took Merlin’s hand in his, raised it to his lips, and then pulled Merlin after him as he left the tent.
This way to Pt. 5
Author: destiny_fic
Pairing Merlin/Arthur, with a little bit of Merlin/OCs, and Arthur/OCs thrown in for drama
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 18448 for the whole fic
Spoilers: 1x01 - 1x09, it's AU from there
Disclaimer: If I owned it Angel would have been wearing all this makeup during the first series, and we'd just be accepting that she and Bradley don't have on screen chemistry, but Bradley and Colin do like WOW. That's not what's happening, so clearly it belongs to someone else. I make no money on this, so please don't hurt me.
Summary: "An orgy. The celebrations for Arthur's 21st birthday were a three-day orgy." So yeah, lots of sex...though I'll be honest, and the orgy part is pretty limited, it's mostly just Merlin/Arthur. This is ridiculously sappy porn. I am a sap, I'll admit it...but that'll be pretty easy to see once you've read through this.
Notes: My first foray into the world of Merlin fic (and my longest fic to date...last one was barely 1k)...and it's Porn with a Plot. It actually started out as a hell of a lot more porn than plot, but thanks to my wonderful bud and beta wordsdiminish, it became more plotty. And Epic. There's a sequel I'm already working on and a bunch of one offs after that.
This is completely AU after 1x09. I'm pretending the rest didn't happen...unless I decide it suits my needs later.
Coming of Age, Pt.4
DAY TWO:
If Merlin had thought the second day of these festivities would be easier than the first, than he had been very, very wrong. Yes, he was now much more comfortable with the overall situation. He no longer minded walking around naked, or that everyone else was too. Nor did he really care that he was on the second day of a three-day orgy.
No, his problems were entirely based on the fact that he had now spent a night with Arthur.
Not that Arthur was acting differently toward him. In fact, Arthur was acting just as he always had done, and maybe that was the problem. Logically, Merlin knew that was just how they were all supposed to act. This whole celebration was about indulging, but not getting tied up in anything; the pleasure without the strings. Merlin wasn’t entirely sure he could do that, just pretend that nothing had happened... that last night hadn’t meant anything to him.
Of course, in the end, the most important thing was still Arthur. This was Arthur’s birthday, and Merlin was not going to ruin this for him. If Merlin avoided him, Arthur would know it. So he did his best to pretend that his heart hadn’t just been ripped out of his chest, and joined his friends.
They spent the morning in the river, splashing around, or just floating. At one point when Merlin had his eyes closed as he floated along, he suddenly felt strong arms grab him and pull him down. When he surfaced he was spluttering, and looked around to see a laughing Galahad not far from him. Before Merlin could make a move in retaliation, Arthur jumped up behind Galahad and pushed hard on the top of his head, forcing him into the water. When Galahad resurfaced it was to find both Arthur and Merlin laughing at him. He scowled, which only set them to laughing harder, and for a moment Merlin thought maybe everything would be okay after all.
When Merlin had enough of the river, he headed toward a group of the knights seated on the same rug they'd been on the day before. He grabbed a tankard and filled it with wine, before plopping down next to Gawain.
"Well if it isn't the luckiest bastard in the kingdom," said Tristan, disdain in his voice.
Merlin looked at him, momentarily confused, though unable to mistake that tone.
"Don't mind him, Merlin," said Gawain, giving Tristan a venomous look. "He's just sore because the prince rejected him. It was a huge blow to his massive ego."
Tristan glared at him. "There are still two nights left. His tastes are bound to improve."
Merlin felt like throttling the man. And though he didn't want to think of anyone else touching Arthur, he couldn't help but think he could endure anything so long as Arthur didn't choose Tristan.
The prince chose that moment to walk up and clap Merlin on the shoulder with one hand, managing to take his tankard with the other and downing it in one gulp, before saying with a smirk, "Thanks, Merlin. I needed that," and plopping down in a chair opposite him. Merlin rolled his eyes, and got up to get himself another drink.
The afternoon was spent playing cards, and drinking. Mostly drinking. Today, Merlin drank more than the day before, until he felt slightly tipsy. He caught Arthur’s eye once over the tankard he was drinking from, and Merlin raised his cup to him, sloshing half the contents over the top, and Arthur just smiled and raised his own glass at him as Gawain took it upon himself to refill Merlin’s cup.
As darkness fell, and the mood of the festivities changed, Merlin steeled himself for the inevitable and made a decision. He would not spend the evening moping in a corner, watching Arthur from a distance again. Tonight he would attempt to partake of the festivities himself, would try to indulge himself a little.
He didn’t know if it was the wine pushing him to this decision, or the fact that he was determined to do nothing that might ruin this for Arthur, but either way the determination meant something else he could focus on. Something to draw his mind from the fact that Arthur would soon be sharing the same favours he had shared with Merlin last night with someone else.
Merlin stayed with his friends this time, and it wasn’t long before the first overture. Bedivere, who Merlin knew was very drunk, crawled from where he was sprawled about fifteen feet away to where Merlin was sitting with his back against the leg of a table, directly opposite Arthur on the other side of their group. Merlin hardly had a moment to think he’d had an approach before Arthur had, before Bedivere was bearing down on him and claiming Merlin’s mouth in a searing kiss.
Merlin returned the kiss, but couldn’t help but think that it was nowhere near the perfection of any of Arthur’s kisses. Bedivere’s kisses were sloppy and wet. It probably didn’t help that he was drunker than Merlin had ever seen him, and that was saying something. Allowing Bedivere to continue kissing him, and only just returning the favor, Merlin opened his eyes and sought Arthur.
Across from him Gawain was kissing Arthur. The knight was trailing kisses down the prince's neck, and Arthur, though allowing the attentions, seemed to be distracted. In fact, he was very clearly hardly paying attention to Gawain, as his eyes were instead now locked on Merlin’s.
Merlin gasped and dropped his gaze as Bedivere took hold of his cock, and moved to trail kisses down his shoulder and chest. As Bedivere’s kisses trailed even lower, Merlin realized his intentions, and slowly pulled Bedivere up and his hand away. Merlin gave him a small smile that said clearly, ‘Thank you, but no,’ and Bedivere, understanding the dismissal, shrugged and quickly moved over to join Tristan and Galahad.
Merlin’s gaze shifted to find Arthur again, and this time he found the prince apparently eagerly returning Gawain’s kisses. Saddened, Merlin was about to look away when Arthur’s eyes opened and immediately locked on his again. Unable to look away from him, Merlin watched as Arthur slowly drew back from Gawain and seemed to push him away.
Gareth, who had moved towards Merlin when he saw that he was unattached, quickly blocked his view. Gareth took Merlin’s face in his hands and placed a brief kiss on his lips. His touch was more gentle than Bedivere’s had been, more akin to Arthur’s, and so Merlin found himself melting into it. His eyes closed and he was able to imagine that it was Arthur’s mouth moving slowly over his, Arthur’s tongue seeking permission to enter his mouth. Merlin’s mouth opened and Gareth gently probed.
The kiss lasted for several moments, and then Merlin felt probing hands move down his sides, across his thighs, until one finally took his cock in hand. It was this touch that snapped him out of his fantasy. The hand wasn’t as large as Arthur’s; the touch not the same. When Merlin broke the kiss from surprise, Gareth’s kisses traveled down his chin to his neck, not realizing that Merlin was no longer enjoying his attentions.
Again Merlin sought Arthur, and his heart nearly burst at the sight that greeted him. Arthur was still seated across from him, but his head was thrown back in pleasure. Bobbing up and down on his lap Merlin saw the long brown hair he knew to be Tristan’s. As if sensing Merlin’s gaze, Arthur’s head snapped up and his eyes locked on Merlin’s again. Merlin tried to hide his distress, but knew he hadn't managed it when Arthur was suddenly pushing Tristan aside.
Merlin gently removed Gareth’s hand from him, and pushed him aside just in time. When Arthur reached him he grabbed Merlin's hand, pulled him up, and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. The kiss was desperate as they clung to each other, and Merlin melted into it, knowing that with every brush of their lips Arthur was claiming him as his. Pulling back suddenly, Arthur quickly took Merlin’s hand and pulled him to the middle of the clearing. The eyes fixed on them again, and this time Arthur didn’t even bother trying to hide his barely contained lust as he asked the question and was answered.
“Will you have me?”
“Yes.”
Merlin only noticed the surprised murmur that spread throughout the clearing because he didn’t remember it from the night before, but he didn’t have a moment to contemplate it as Arthur was pulling him quickly towards the tent.
They were barely inside before Arthur was on him again, his lips meeting Merlin’s in a kiss that was hard and fast. Merlin hummed his contentment, he could practically hear Arthur’s unsaid ‘mine’ with every kiss. Merlin walked them clumsily back towards the bed, and when his feet hit the mattress they fell unceremoniously back onto it.
They’d probably have bruises in the morning, but neither really cared. Their lips had barely parted in the fall and they met again instantly. Merlin held Arthur to him tightly. When Arthur’s lips left his Merlin groaned his disapproval only to moan a second later in pleasure as Arthur licked a line up his neck and then laid butterfly kisses back down it. He moved to kiss Merlin's mouth again, before withdrawing and reemerging with the bottle of oil they'd used the night before.
He moved back between Merlin’s legs, and urged Merlin to lock them around his waist. Arthur quickly coated his hand in oil, and began preparing Merlin. After only a few moments, Merlin was ready, and Arthur withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with his cock.
This time Arthur’s pace was not the slow and steady speed of the night before. Tonight Arthur was taking Merlin hard and fast, and Merlin couldn’t have been happier. Just as with the demanding kisses of earlier, Merlin knew that every thrust of Arthur’s hips was Arthur’s way of claiming Merlin as his.
Arthur adjusted slightly, and Merlin gasped and arched off the mattress as he hit just the right spot. This time he felt only a brief surge of power before he squashed it flat, and he knew now that he'd be able to control the magic easily and focus entirely on the pleasure he was feeling.
His pleasure mounting rapidly, and needing friction on his cock to bring himself to climax he reached to take hold of it, but Arthur quickly batted his hand away and replaced it with his own, adding, "That's my job." After only three strokes Merlin felt his climax hit him, and he cried out Arthur's name as he came. Arthur groaned and his thrusts became erratic as he rode out Merlin's orgasm.
A few more thrusts and suddenly Arthur slammed hard into Merlin’s arse, shuddering as Merlin felt him spill himself inside. When the shudders ceased he slipped free of Merlin and collapsed onto his back next to him. Merlin rolled onto his side, and fitted himself into the crook of Arthur’s shoulder as Arthur’s arm came around him to bring him close.
They lay silent for a long time as they came down from their high. Merlin felt like this might just be the happiest moment of his life. He knew now for sure that Arthur not only desired him, but also truly cared for him. He’d spent their first night thinking that he could be happy in the knowledge that Arthur had been attracted to him, had chosen him as the person he wished to spend his first of three nights of indulgence with. But now, Arthur had chosen to spend the second night with him as well, and Merlin even dared to hope that maybe, just maybe Arthur would choose him for the third night too.
“You’re grinning like the cat that got the cream,” Arthur said quietly, drawing Merlin from his thoughts.
Merlin gazed up at Arthur, and saw a similar smile on his face. Reaching up to cup Arthur’s cheek, Merlin answered, “That’s because I have.”
"I should have known you'd be a sap, " replied Arthur, but his smile betrayed his own joy and he pulled Merlin up to kiss him soundly. As the kiss deepened, Arthur rolled them so that he was hovering over Merlin again. Their cocks brushed, and Merlin broke the kiss and moaned as he felt his cock begin to harden again.
Arthur kissed his way down Merlin’s neck, to the center of Merlin’s chest, and down towards his groin. Before Merlin could realize what Arthur was going to do, Arthur had taken his cock in hand and quickly swallowed him whole.
Merlin couldn’t control the movement of his hips when they automatically thrust up into the warmth. Arthur hummed his approval, and Merlin nearly cried out at the sensation. He didn’t know if Arthur was just naturally skilled in this or if he’d had practice, but he didn’t really care because whatever the reason, Arthur was very skilled. He knew just when to take Merlin deep, just when to draw back for a quick lick around the head. If the feeling weren’t so exquisite, Merlin would have thought Arthur was trying to torture him. In fact, maybe he was doing just that. Retribution for Merlin's slow pace the night before when he'd performed this same act on Arthur.
After what felt like an eternity, Arthur finally took Merlin as deep as he could and-ignoring Merlin’s warning-swallowed every last drop as Merlin came. Releasing him, Arthur moved to kiss Merlin deeply while he was still shuddering, allowing him to taste himself in Arthur’s mouth.
"Gods," Merlin gasped when the kiss broke and Arthur sat back on his haunches between his legs, "You're very good at that."
Arthur smirked. "Really? I've never done that before. Guess I'm just naturally gifted."
Merlin groaned, and threw an arm over his eyes, "Oh lords, the last thing I need is your head getting even bigger than it already is."
Arthur's smirk widened and he thrust against Merlin's hip. "Do you really think it could get any bigger?"
Merlin moved his arm slightly so he could see Arthur and blinked up at him. "I'm not even going to dignify that one with a response."
Arthur laughed, and leaned down to kiss him before plopping down on his back next to him. "I know this bed is better than the meager bedrolls we take hunting, but I can't wait till we get back to the castle and my own bed. This is too hard on my knees."
Merlin's eyes lit up and he quickly sat up and straddled Arthur, eliciting a startled gasp and involuntary thrust in response. "I guess I'll just have to be the one on his knees this time," he said as he took Arthur's cock and positioning himself, sank down onto him.
Being still slick from the oil and Arthur’s coming inside him earlier, the joining was easy and Merlin threw his head back in pleasure. He felt Arthur’s hands settle on his hips, and looked down to see Arthur staring up at him with hunger. Holding Arthur’s gaze with his own, Merlin slowly raised up off of him, until only the tip of Arthur’s cock was still inside him, and then slowly sank back down. Arthur groaned and tightened his hold on Merlin’s hips, and their gazes remained locked as Merlin kept moving slowly up and down on Arthur’s cock. After a few moments, Arthur began thrusting up into him every time Merlin came back down, and their speed slowly increased. Their movements became erratic as their tempo increased and suddenly Arthur was holding his hips hard as he thrust up once more and spilled himself inside, Merlin’s name a whisper on his lips.
Merlin collapsed onto Arthur’s chest, and Arthur held him tightly as they both lay panting. As their breathing calmed, Merlin moved to give Arthur another long, lingering kiss, and felt Arthur’s cock slip from him. He retreated quickly to grab the damp cloth and cleaned them both, before returning to lie on his side, Arthur spooning up behind him.
Merlin felt Arthur take a deep breath, as though preparing to speak, but after holding his breath for a second, he released it without saying anything. Merlin turned his head to try and look at him, and asked "What is it?"
Arthur just smiled, and buried his face in Merlin's neck, holding him tighter as he breathed out, "Nothing. Just go to sleep."
Knowing he'd get nothing more out of him, and being thoroughly worn out now, Merlin turned and the minute his head was settled back on the pillow he was fast asleep.
This time when Merlin woke in the morning, it was not to the heartache he’d felt the previous morning. This time he was content, and he pressed back into the warmth of Arthur’s embrace, feeling Arthur’s arms tighten around him.
“Good morning,” came Arthur’s sleepy voice from behind him.
Merlin pressed back into Arthur again, this time rewarded with the feel of his hardening cock against Merlin’s arse, and Merlin breathed out, “Good morning.”
Arthur pressed a kiss on Merlin’s neck, and suddenly he found himself being pushed onto his back as Merlin scrambled around and on top of him, quickly bringing their lips together. Merlin’s tongue plundered Arthur’s mouth and he moved until their cocks were brushing together and began moving against Arthur’s groin. Arthur groaned into Merlin’s mouth, and his hands settled on Merlin’s arse, encouraging his movements. After only a few moments Merlin came with a groan against Arthur’s mouth, and Arthur followed shortly thereafter.
After cleaning themselves up, they both prepared to leave the tent again, this time for the final day of the celebrations. There was no awkward silence now. Instead they shared the easy companionship they’d always shared. Merlin nearly tripping over a stray pillow. Arthur’s teasing comment. Merlin’s ‘prat,’ followed by Arthur’s ‘idiot.’ Only now there were lingering looks, brief touches, and quick kisses. When they were finally ready to leave the tent there was no awkward farewell. Instead Arthur took Merlin’s hand in his, raised it to his lips, and then pulled Merlin after him as he left the tent.
This way to Pt. 5