A Life in Your Hands - Merlin - Merlin/Uther
Title: A Life in Your Hands
Pairing: Merlin/Uther
Word Count: 447
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Breathplay
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: There are times when Uther needs proof that his subjects trust him.
There are stars clouding his vision, blackness beginning to creep in from the edges. Uther's face is blurring, fading, and Merlin's lungs fight for air that won't come. Uther's hand remains firm over his throat, pressing down on Merlin's windpipe with battle-strong hands. His warm body crouches between Merlin's legs on the bed, and though his eyes do not move from Merlin's face his hand presses beneath him, pushing two slick fingers into the tightness of his ass.
Just when the lack of air becomes too much and Merlin is losing it, really losing it, Uther's hand pulls back from his throat. Merlin gasps for air, sucks it in and thinks that nothing has ever tasted sweeter in his life. His eyes drop closed and Uther's hands continue to work him open, nice and easy. A third finger presses inside and Merlin whimpers, eyes still closed. The burning stretch is something he knows he should be thankful for; there are many men who would not treat the servants of their households with such consideration.
"Take a deep breath," Uther orders, and Merlin obeys. He knows what's coming, knows that Uther needs to see the ultimate proof of his power and authority in Merlin's obedience and in the trust that Merlin can put in his hands. He takes a breath, sucking air deep into the lungs, and seconds later Uther's hand presses down upon his throat again.
It isn't too bad at first, and Merlin is more focused on what else Uther is doing; the way his fingers thrust in and out of him with such a leisurely pace, and the way that Uther holds his gaze with fearless curiosity. His lungs are starting to burn when Uther pulls his fingers out and he knows that only a few more seconds can pass before he'll start to panic. His heart is thundering already, but it is the king's presence that does that, not fear.
Uther settles over him, his nude chest aligned with Merlin's, and Merlin can feel Uther's cock nudge against his hole but there's no time to think about that, no time for anything at all because his lungs are hungry for air and it's all he can do to restrain his magic to stop it from turning on Uther in self-defence. Panic wells, and threatens to spill over and then-
Uther's hand releases his throat in the same instant that he thrusts inside Merlin's young body. Merlin's head falls back against the soft pillows of the king's bed and he yells with newly recaptured air - and he knows in that instant that Uther owns him completely, his mind, his body, and quite possibly his soul.
Pairing: Merlin/Uther
Word Count: 447
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Breathplay
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: There are times when Uther needs proof that his subjects trust him.
There are stars clouding his vision, blackness beginning to creep in from the edges. Uther's face is blurring, fading, and Merlin's lungs fight for air that won't come. Uther's hand remains firm over his throat, pressing down on Merlin's windpipe with battle-strong hands. His warm body crouches between Merlin's legs on the bed, and though his eyes do not move from Merlin's face his hand presses beneath him, pushing two slick fingers into the tightness of his ass.
Just when the lack of air becomes too much and Merlin is losing it, really losing it, Uther's hand pulls back from his throat. Merlin gasps for air, sucks it in and thinks that nothing has ever tasted sweeter in his life. His eyes drop closed and Uther's hands continue to work him open, nice and easy. A third finger presses inside and Merlin whimpers, eyes still closed. The burning stretch is something he knows he should be thankful for; there are many men who would not treat the servants of their households with such consideration.
"Take a deep breath," Uther orders, and Merlin obeys. He knows what's coming, knows that Uther needs to see the ultimate proof of his power and authority in Merlin's obedience and in the trust that Merlin can put in his hands. He takes a breath, sucking air deep into the lungs, and seconds later Uther's hand presses down upon his throat again.
It isn't too bad at first, and Merlin is more focused on what else Uther is doing; the way his fingers thrust in and out of him with such a leisurely pace, and the way that Uther holds his gaze with fearless curiosity. His lungs are starting to burn when Uther pulls his fingers out and he knows that only a few more seconds can pass before he'll start to panic. His heart is thundering already, but it is the king's presence that does that, not fear.
Uther settles over him, his nude chest aligned with Merlin's, and Merlin can feel Uther's cock nudge against his hole but there's no time to think about that, no time for anything at all because his lungs are hungry for air and it's all he can do to restrain his magic to stop it from turning on Uther in self-defence. Panic wells, and threatens to spill over and then-
Uther's hand releases his throat in the same instant that he thrusts inside Merlin's young body. Merlin's head falls back against the soft pillows of the king's bed and he yells with newly recaptured air - and he knows in that instant that Uther owns him completely, his mind, his body, and quite possibly his soul.