Rumours Abound - Merlin - Arthur/Merlin
Title: Rumours Abound
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 727
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for kinkme_merlin.
Summary: Arthur tells Merlin what the castle's gossip is saying about him.
"Do you know what they say about you?" Arthur says, hand tangled in Merlin's dark hair. Other than the hurried rush of his breath it would be impossible to tell that his cock is currently buried deep within the heat of Merlin's mouth: he sounds as haughty and arrogant as ever. Merlin isn't sure whether that speaks to Arthur's self-control or his own ineffectualness at this task. It isn't as if he's ever even done it to anyone else before. He closes his eyes and tries to focus more on the fullness of his mouth as his lips travel slowly down Arthur's thick cock. In his hair, Arthur's hand strokes softly even as his hips rock back and forth. Merlin has to be careful not to gag or choke. "Do you?"
No, Merlin says, though it comes out in a wordless muffle around the hard flesh in his mouth. What?
Arthur pauses to moan, low and guttural, when Merlin flicks his tongue against the bottom of his dick in a way he's learned Arthur loves, and then says, "They say you're a whore, Merlin." He sounds downright amused, and gives a laugh that turns into a groan when Merlin snorts in indignation around him. "The prince's whore. There's an element of truth to that, wouldn't you say? You're always extremely quick to fall to your knees when I need you to. It's the only order you ever obey with any skill."
Merlin knows that Arthur is being a prat, trying to rile him up for the hell of it - and apparently disregarding how very unwise it is to provoke someone while they have your sensitive body parts in their mouth - but it has the opposite effect. This time it's him moaning, and he presses the palm of his hand against himself through the crotch of his trousers.
"Yeah, that's it, Merlin," Arthur says, and Merlin knows that he's watching him, and knows that he's turned on from the catch in his voice when he says his name. "That's it - my little whore, aren't you? You like it. I know you do."
And Merlin's suddenly glad that his mouth is too full to speak because he knows that he would be wantonly agreeing otherwise, saying anything that he has to as long as Arthur keeps talking to him like that. He breathes deeply through his nose and pulls back, sliding his lips up Arthur's cock until he reaches the tip, where he traces and teases with his tongue until Arthur whines and pushes his head down with firm pressure at the nape of his neck. On the bed, Arthur's other hand clenches in the sheets as if he needs to hold onto something, anything.
Breathing through his nose, Merlin can smell the musk of Arthur's body - power and strength and sex - as Arthur's cock pushes deeper into his mouth than he's used to. His eyes water and he pulls back so that it's comfortable again. Slack, Arthur's hand lets him.
"You are so good at this," Arthur murmurs. On his knees by his bed is the only time that Arthur seems willing to compliment Merlin's skill. "So good. G-ood."
Oh, the way Arthur sounds now is enough to let Merlin know how close he is. His hand curls around the jut of his own erection through his trousers: he'd give anything to be able to touch himself properly right now, because Arthur is never better than when he's so close to losing control.
"Merlin," Arthur splutters: Merlin can feel him beginning to lose it. His hand clenches warningly in Merlin's hair but Merlin doesn't pull away, keeping Arthur's cock within his mouth even as the hot semen streams out of it, filling his mouth. He stays with Arthur, hearing the way he groans almost as if he's in pain, and he only pulls off and swallows awkwardly once Arthur flops back to lie on the bed.
Merlin covers his mouth with his hand and dabs any stray come from the corners, then rests his head against the inside of Arthur's bare thigh. "They don't really call me a whore, do they?" he asks inquisitively: the thought of someone like Gwen hearing that sort of gossip about him makes his face burn - but Arthur's only response is to laugh generously at him, which Merlin doesn't think is much of an answer at all.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 727
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for kinkme_merlin.
Summary: Arthur tells Merlin what the castle's gossip is saying about him.
"Do you know what they say about you?" Arthur says, hand tangled in Merlin's dark hair. Other than the hurried rush of his breath it would be impossible to tell that his cock is currently buried deep within the heat of Merlin's mouth: he sounds as haughty and arrogant as ever. Merlin isn't sure whether that speaks to Arthur's self-control or his own ineffectualness at this task. It isn't as if he's ever even done it to anyone else before. He closes his eyes and tries to focus more on the fullness of his mouth as his lips travel slowly down Arthur's thick cock. In his hair, Arthur's hand strokes softly even as his hips rock back and forth. Merlin has to be careful not to gag or choke. "Do you?"
No, Merlin says, though it comes out in a wordless muffle around the hard flesh in his mouth. What?
Arthur pauses to moan, low and guttural, when Merlin flicks his tongue against the bottom of his dick in a way he's learned Arthur loves, and then says, "They say you're a whore, Merlin." He sounds downright amused, and gives a laugh that turns into a groan when Merlin snorts in indignation around him. "The prince's whore. There's an element of truth to that, wouldn't you say? You're always extremely quick to fall to your knees when I need you to. It's the only order you ever obey with any skill."
Merlin knows that Arthur is being a prat, trying to rile him up for the hell of it - and apparently disregarding how very unwise it is to provoke someone while they have your sensitive body parts in their mouth - but it has the opposite effect. This time it's him moaning, and he presses the palm of his hand against himself through the crotch of his trousers.
"Yeah, that's it, Merlin," Arthur says, and Merlin knows that he's watching him, and knows that he's turned on from the catch in his voice when he says his name. "That's it - my little whore, aren't you? You like it. I know you do."
And Merlin's suddenly glad that his mouth is too full to speak because he knows that he would be wantonly agreeing otherwise, saying anything that he has to as long as Arthur keeps talking to him like that. He breathes deeply through his nose and pulls back, sliding his lips up Arthur's cock until he reaches the tip, where he traces and teases with his tongue until Arthur whines and pushes his head down with firm pressure at the nape of his neck. On the bed, Arthur's other hand clenches in the sheets as if he needs to hold onto something, anything.
Breathing through his nose, Merlin can smell the musk of Arthur's body - power and strength and sex - as Arthur's cock pushes deeper into his mouth than he's used to. His eyes water and he pulls back so that it's comfortable again. Slack, Arthur's hand lets him.
"You are so good at this," Arthur murmurs. On his knees by his bed is the only time that Arthur seems willing to compliment Merlin's skill. "So good. G-ood."
Oh, the way Arthur sounds now is enough to let Merlin know how close he is. His hand curls around the jut of his own erection through his trousers: he'd give anything to be able to touch himself properly right now, because Arthur is never better than when he's so close to losing control.
"Merlin," Arthur splutters: Merlin can feel him beginning to lose it. His hand clenches warningly in Merlin's hair but Merlin doesn't pull away, keeping Arthur's cock within his mouth even as the hot semen streams out of it, filling his mouth. He stays with Arthur, hearing the way he groans almost as if he's in pain, and he only pulls off and swallows awkwardly once Arthur flops back to lie on the bed.
Merlin covers his mouth with his hand and dabs any stray come from the corners, then rests his head against the inside of Arthur's bare thigh. "They don't really call me a whore, do they?" he asks inquisitively: the thought of someone like Gwen hearing that sort of gossip about him makes his face burn - but Arthur's only response is to laugh generously at him, which Merlin doesn't think is much of an answer at all.