Merlin Fanfiction: Tied Up
Title: Tied Up
Author: drjenny88
Warnings: PWP.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur wilfully misinterprets Uther’s instructions regarding Merlin, to much enjoyment.
Disclaimer: The Merlin characters belong to the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement or offence of any kind is intended.
Word Count: 1810
Author Note: Written for lisson17, in response to a prompt on facebook. You are all kinds of awesome, my lovely, and I hope you enjoy this badly written smut :P
Tied Up
Merlin tugged experimentally at the bindings securing his wrists. “I’m sure this wasn’t what your father had in mind when he told you to keep me tied up all day.”
Arthur looked up from the end of his bed, where he was busy tying Merlin’s ankles to each bedpost and ensuring he was fully spread-eagled on the bed. “I can’t imagine he’ll overly mind, as long as you’re kept out of his way.”
“He likes me,” Merlin pouted. “He as much as gave me his blessing the other day.”
“He said you’d shown loyalty.”
“It was clearly code for ‘I heartily approve of your relationship with my son’.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow and smirked, but said nothing. He stepped away from the bed, admiring his handiwork; his tutors had always praised him on his aptitude with knot tying. He wasn’t without admiration for the naked figure bound to the bed, either. Merlin, usually such a constant rush of movement, was still, every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation. He was already hardening, and the sight gave Arthur a thrill, sending through his stomach a small jolt of something he wasn’t quite ready to identify. Merlin turned his head and their eyes met, blue on blue; Arthur was sure the desire he saw so clearly in Merlin’s face was reflected on his own.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, smiling.
“What?” There was a note of worry in Merlin’s voice. “You can’t just leave me here! Not- not like this!”
“No,” Arthur said. “You’re right. I’ll lock the door behind me.”
*
Merlin let his head fall back against the pillows. This was typical of Arthur; he had always been a tease. Merlin didn’t know why he was so surprised. Besides, it wasn’t as though he was uncomfortable; Arthur’s bed was soft, the mattress downy, and there was a lit fire in the room, the heat of which was lapping at his skin almost wantonly, contrasting with the naturally chilled air in a way that sent pleasant shivers running through him.
He closed his eyes, relaxing into the situation, and focused on the sensations he was experiencing. The restraints excited him, as they always did, leaving him at Arthur’s mercy, entirely under his control; the cool November air bit at his skin, leaving his nipples erect and a trail of gooseflesh along his upper arms; the heat from the fire massaged his lower body, enveloping him in a wonderfully erotic cocoon of warmth, not unlike the sensation of being inside Arthur. The thought aroused him, memories of their previous trysts flowing thick and fast - the two of them rutting together in the armoury, Arthur’s lips on his throat, leaving vivid purple bruises that were sure to be noticed; him going down on Arthur in the stables, Arthur’s hands twisting into his hair as he came in Merlin’s mouth; Arthur rubbing him through the thin material of his trousers at some banquet or other, as Merlin tried desperately not to let the pleasure he was experiencing show on his face.
The sound of the door being unlocked drew him back to the present, and he twisted to see Arthur re-enter the room, several pots and jars in his hands, obviously stolen from the kitchen.
*
Arthur opened the door and gasped, almost dropping the jars he was holding. His eyes widened at the sight of Merlin’s obvious arousal, and he couldn’t help but feel gloriously satisfied that he could elicit such a response from the other man without even having touched him yet.
He crossed the room in a few long strides and deposited the pots beside Merlin on the bed, before leaning down and engaging Merlin in a thorough kiss. Merlin’s lips parted almost immediately, welcoming Arthur’s tongue into his mouth as they warred for dominance. Merlin broke the kiss, twisting his head back and away.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Arthur grinned at the familiar words and quickly divested himself of his tunic and breeches, allowing them to fall to the ground where he stood, removing all of his clothes until he was just as naked as Merlin.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled the other man, revelling in the feel of them pressing together, the soft moan that escaped Merlin’s throat. He picked up one of the jars and held it up. “I thought we might try something different today.”
Arthur levered the lid from the jar and tossed it haphazardly aside, dipping his fingers into the mixture and holding them towards Merlin. The darker man didn’t disappoint; he extended his tongue and licked Arthur’s fingers slowly and sensuously, then took the fingers into his mouth and sucked at them, his tongue swirling around the digits as his lips gripped their base. Arthur swallowed, hard. He couldn’t take his eyes from Merlin’s face, so transfixed was he by the expression of possessive bliss on his face, the shuttered eyes with their sooty lashes spidering over his cheeks. When Merlin released Arthur’s fingers, he looked up and met his gaze, running his tongue over his lips in a manner that made Arthur’s breath catch in his throat.
With supreme force of will, he moved from the bed and placed two of the pots by the fire to warm and melt their contents. He was back by Merlin’s side in an instant, kissing him again and tasting the chocolate on his mouth.
Arthur moved down the bed to kneel between Merlin’s spread legs. He ran the fingernail of his index finger gently along Merlin’s inner thigh, and Merlin gasped appreciatively. He reached for the pot of softened chocolate and once again smeared it on his fingers, this time using the confectionary to coat Merlin’s cock. He lavished the organ with attention, daubing it with the chocolate as thoroughly as he could; Merlin groaned and writhed with every touch of his hands, every caress of his fingertips. When he was done, Arthur bent his head towards Merlin’s cock and pressed it against his mouth, his lips opening to allow his tongue to expertly lap at the head before he took it fully into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he began to suck, the bittersweet taste of the chocolate mingling with the heady musk of Merlin, and his tongue swirled in a nonsensical pattern of constant movement. Beneath him, Merlin was arching his hips against his mouth, his voice a stream of meaningless moans.
Arthur pulled back and tilted his head to one side, licking along Merlin’s length, painstakingly mapping the flesh, noting the single vein that stood out vividly and the slight curve that meant a list to the left and which ensured Merlin always hit that spot when he was penetrating Arthur.
He raised himself up and looked down at Merlin, reflecting that the restraints belied the power of the other man; Merlin could reduce him to a state of complete vulnerability, taking away even his capabilities of thought just with a well timed thrust of the hips. Arthur at once loved and hated it.
“I want to touch you,” Merlin whispered, tugging at the bindings holding his right wrist to the bedpost. “I want to feel you thrusting into my fist until you come over my hand. I want to-“
Arthur silenced him with a kiss, lowering his body fully onto Merlin’s. “Later.”
He made his way back over to the fire and retrieved one of the pots of now-melted chocolate, casting the lid aside on his way back to the bed. He tilted the pot and watched as the liquidised substance trickled free of its container and onto Merlin’s chest. Arthur dribbled the chocolate along the arches of Merlin’s collarbones, across his pectorals and the jutting nubs of his nipples and down his abdomen, where it pooled in the dip of his bellybutton and trailed messily along one hip and onto the bed sheets.
Positioning himself on his hands and knees above Merlin, Arthur bent his head and proceeded to follow the trail of the chocolate with his tongue. He licked his way along Merlin’s body, tasting every inch of skin. He rasped his tongue across Merlin’s nipples and bit down on one, drawing a hoarse groan from Merlin’s throat; he dipped his tongue into Merlin’s navel and lapped at the puddle of melted chocolate there; he achingly licked across Merlin’s jutting hipbone, pausing to suckle the skin there.
“Now, Arthur.” Merlin’s voice was breathy, and Arthur pulled back immediately, standing and setting about freeing Merlin from his knots.
Merlin pulled himself up immediately and knelt on the bed, his face almost on level with Arthur’s. “I need you,” he murmured into Arthur’s mouth, and then they were kissing with such determination that Arthur could barely breathe. He linked his fingers at the nape of Merlin’s neck, pulling the other man ever closer. They stayed that way for a moment, breathing one another’s oxygen, their mouths still pressed tightly together but motionless.
Arthur was the one to break the moment, pulling away from Merlin’s embrace and retrieving the fully melted pot of chocolate from beside the fire.
“Lubrication,” he said by way of explanation, responding to Merlin’s slightly bemused glance.
Merlin took the pot and rubbed the mixture along Arthur’s shaft, fisting his cock with a fluidity offered by the liquidised chocolate. Arthur pressed himself further into the bed, squirming with pleasure and gasping as he thrust into Merlin’s hand. Merlin didn’t let up, increasing the pressure of his fist and speeding up until Arthur could barely stand it any more and bucked his hips, sure that his climax wasn’t far off. Merlin released him, meeting Arthur’s gaze with a mischievous smile and Arthur felt that joyful jolt in his stomach again.
He reached up and pulled Merlin’s body flush against his own. He kissed Merlin with a depth and tenderness that surprised even him, and then that flare of passion was back and they were rutting against one another with a fervent desire. Their bodies writhed and twisted around each other, the pleasure and intimacy of the moment leaving no room for other thoughts. Merlin was all that mattered. Merlin and this moment.
Arthur reached around to Merlin’s buttocks and pushed a chocolate-slicked finger into him, seeking out the spot he knew always drove Merlin wild with pleasure. He found it and pressed down with a gently circling fingertip; Merlin cried out, a guttural moan tearing itself from his throat, and the sound brought Arthur to his climax. He came with the quiet, breathless gasps he always did, clutching at Merlin with scrabbling hands, and then Merlin was coming too, spilling his seed over Arthur’s abdomen and groin and making small, mewling sounds in his throat.
They held each other for a long time afterwards, dozing fitfully in the afterglow of their sex.