Inappropriate Places - Merlin - Arthur/Merlin
Title: Inappropriate Places
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 512
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Smutlet written for comment_fic.
Summary: At the top of the castle, Merlin finds that Arthur is far too impatient to wait any longer.
From the top of the castle, Merlin feels like he can see the world. The kingdom stretches out before them; the lake glistens in the sunshine like it's filled with glitter and the town far below is busy and alive, but Merlin at this present moment is not exactly focused on the view. He's rather too busy biting his bottom lip and trying to stop himself from crying out loud enough to attract attention as he feels Arthur's hand pushing inside the front of his trousers.
He doesn't entirely manage to silence his yelp, however, but he doesn't resist either when Arthur shoves him forward until his hands rest upon the cold stone of the battlements. With Arthur pressed snug behind him, he can feel the press of Arthur's erection against him through their trousers.
"Arthur - Arthur, this is a little public for this, don't you think?" Merlin gasps even as Arthur's hand grasps his cock in the confinement of his trousers. Down below them, he can see people approaching the castle, he can see them moving around unsuspecting of what the two figures on the battlements are up to. "Someone might - see, or hear, or something."
He can hear his heart pounding so loud that it feels like the people down below must be able to hear it: they'd be deaf if they can't.
"Then you should keep quiet, hmm?" Arthur suggests, but his hand moves over Merlin's cock in such a way that makes 'quiet' a physical impossibility. Arthur's other hand is holding onto one of his hips, holding him such a way to keep him still as he rubs against him, making barely muffled sounds in the back of his throat.
Merlin can feel the puff of Arthur's breath on the nape of his neck, blocked only by the material of Merlin's neckerchief. A patch of material heats with every breath and Merlin is pressed more firmly against the battlement wall. He looks at the view above him, all that green and all that blue, but it's turning fuzzy as Arthur's annoyingly talented hand drives him closer and closer to the climax that he knows is waiting.
Through the material around his neck Merlin can feel the brunt pinch of Arthur's teeth scraping against his skin then biting down, sucking, at the same moment as Arthur's hand tightens around his cock in his trousers. Mouth open, Merlin comes with his eyes closed, his hips bucking against Arthur's hand. Arthur keeps him pinned and ruts against him still, muttering filthy promises and nonsense beneath his breath.
Merlin smiles and stays where he is as Arthur freezes and grips onto him tightly, grunting as he comes in his trousers under the warm sun. Arthur's forehead rests against Merlin's shoulder as he waits to catch his breath and Merlin doesn't rush him into moving, not yet.
"You couldn't have waited until we reached your chambers?" he complains.
He isn't at all surprised that Arthur's reply is only a satisfied grunt.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 512
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Smutlet written for comment_fic.
Summary: At the top of the castle, Merlin finds that Arthur is far too impatient to wait any longer.
From the top of the castle, Merlin feels like he can see the world. The kingdom stretches out before them; the lake glistens in the sunshine like it's filled with glitter and the town far below is busy and alive, but Merlin at this present moment is not exactly focused on the view. He's rather too busy biting his bottom lip and trying to stop himself from crying out loud enough to attract attention as he feels Arthur's hand pushing inside the front of his trousers.
He doesn't entirely manage to silence his yelp, however, but he doesn't resist either when Arthur shoves him forward until his hands rest upon the cold stone of the battlements. With Arthur pressed snug behind him, he can feel the press of Arthur's erection against him through their trousers.
"Arthur - Arthur, this is a little public for this, don't you think?" Merlin gasps even as Arthur's hand grasps his cock in the confinement of his trousers. Down below them, he can see people approaching the castle, he can see them moving around unsuspecting of what the two figures on the battlements are up to. "Someone might - see, or hear, or something."
He can hear his heart pounding so loud that it feels like the people down below must be able to hear it: they'd be deaf if they can't.
"Then you should keep quiet, hmm?" Arthur suggests, but his hand moves over Merlin's cock in such a way that makes 'quiet' a physical impossibility. Arthur's other hand is holding onto one of his hips, holding him such a way to keep him still as he rubs against him, making barely muffled sounds in the back of his throat.
Merlin can feel the puff of Arthur's breath on the nape of his neck, blocked only by the material of Merlin's neckerchief. A patch of material heats with every breath and Merlin is pressed more firmly against the battlement wall. He looks at the view above him, all that green and all that blue, but it's turning fuzzy as Arthur's annoyingly talented hand drives him closer and closer to the climax that he knows is waiting.
Through the material around his neck Merlin can feel the brunt pinch of Arthur's teeth scraping against his skin then biting down, sucking, at the same moment as Arthur's hand tightens around his cock in his trousers. Mouth open, Merlin comes with his eyes closed, his hips bucking against Arthur's hand. Arthur keeps him pinned and ruts against him still, muttering filthy promises and nonsense beneath his breath.
Merlin smiles and stays where he is as Arthur freezes and grips onto him tightly, grunting as he comes in his trousers under the warm sun. Arthur's forehead rests against Merlin's shoulder as he waits to catch his breath and Merlin doesn't rush him into moving, not yet.
"You couldn't have waited until we reached your chambers?" he complains.
He isn't at all surprised that Arthur's reply is only a satisfied grunt.