A Conversation (In Your Ear)
Title: A Conversation (In Your Ear)
Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service
Characters: Eggsy Unwin/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1639
Notes: Kinky smutfic
Summary: See Notes and append some schmoop.
“Your report on the Celliwig mission was adequate.” Merlin pushed his glasses up his nose with his middle finger. The left corner of his lips twitched downwards. “But you left out several details, didn't you, Eggsy?”
Eggsy's throat went dry. “Well-”
“Gentlemen, Eggsy,” Merlin said, “Don't prevaricate.”
Eggsy shifted in his chair. Merlin eyed him for a moment longer, then slid upright and rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves, tucking them precisely under his elbows.
“Over the desk.” Merlin didn't even look at him as he spoke; he walked to the small wardrobe in the corner and reached inside. “Now.”
Eggsy swallowed. Thought of pleading. Judged the distances between Merlin and himself and himself and the door.
Walked over to the plain wooden desk and unbuttoned his trousers.
He moved to step out of them when he slid them off so the fabric wouldn't wrinkle, but the end of a long wooden cane tapped ever so lightly on his shoulder when he did.
“Leave them on. Round your ankles. You know how I dislike excessive movement.”
Yes. Eggsy knew.
“Pants, too,” Merlin said when Eggsy leant forward. Eggsy bit off a curse, but he obediently dug his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them down until they rested just above his knees. His cock jutted out in front of him obscenely as he bent over the desk, and his face burned. He curled his fingers around the edge in a firm grip and settled into as comfortable a stance as he could, feet shoulder width apart. The medal on the chain around his neck fell out from under his collar and bumped and dragged against the wooden desktop as he leaned forward.
Merlin's left hand settled on his shoulder at that, with a squeeze that Eggsy might almost have called warm.
And then Merlin's grip tightened, and the cane hissed through the air.
One.
A burning line cut across the top of Eggsy's cheeks. Fuck. The next landed half an inch below that fifteen seconds later, then another half an inch below that, heralded by the familiar swish-thwack of Merlin's cane.
Eggsy breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. He dug into the desk so he felt a splinter slip between skin and fingernail in his thumb. He was so hard he hurt. He fucking ached, yearning for touch like a sixth-form schoolboy with broken fingers and a skin mag. Every cut of the cane sent his hips snapping forward, cock bobbing uselessly in the empty space of air underneath the desk.
Eggsy didn't realize Merlin waited twenty-two seconds instead of the usual fifteen until the next blow cut him unawares, sinking into the crease between his buttocks and thighs. He couldn't quite hold back the moan of pain-of pain and hunger and dissatisfaction at the cold touch of wood rather than skin-and Merlin tutted.
“Gentlemen do not make spectacles of themselves.”
The next stroke landed in the same damn spot.
Eggsy sucked in a breath but held perfectly still. Just one more. One more and they'd be done. One more and-
The cane whistled through the air and hit the twice-darkened weal. Eggsy keened and sobbed out a breath and stomped his right heel on the floor as the blow actually rocked him forward.
“Did you learn your lesson, Eggsy?”
Eggsy breathed. Gasped. Felt salt water track down his hot, red face, let loose numb fingers from the sweat-slick wood under his palms and nodded his head.
“Good. Up.” Merlin tapped him on the ass, on a white, unblemished patch of skin, with his left hand and took of his glasses with his right. The glasses he set on the table while Eggsy slowly straightened and shuffled around to face him, pants slipping down to join his trousers at his ankles, moaning as the new position caused bruised skin to stretch. He looked down at Eggsy when they stood eye to eye once more, cool gaze running over his flushed face and heaving chest and naked groin, assessing, eyes darker than Eggsy'd ever seen them.
Then he sank to his knees, ducked his head, and took Eggsy's cock in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eggsy choked out the second Merlin's warm, wet mouth settled over him, tongue laving him, teeth just lightly grazing the underside how Eggsy liked it. Eggsy's hips snapped forward without his conscious thought. Again. Again, so Merlin grunted and took a long, deep breath through his nose. “Not gonna last long. Fuck, I-”
Merlin looked up at him from under thin lashes, gaze still calm and calculating though spittle flecked the blood-red lips stretched around Eggsy's girth. He watched Eggsy for a moment, watched as Eggsy grabbed the lip of the desk behind him and swore and tried, futilely, to still the motion of his hips and hold out long enough to make a minute, for dignity's sake.
Merlin watched, and Eggsy could have sworn Merlin fucking smirked, though his mouth was occupied, because next thing Merlin did was reach up to Eggsy's ass, to the blue-black weal he'd made with such precision, and dig his fingers into it.
Eggsy came with a sob.
Merlin waited patiently and let Eggsy fuck his face until he finished spurting. He didn't miss a drop-licked his fucking lips as he stood, fucking sweater and tie still perfectly in place-and let Eggsy sag against the desk and wheeze for several moments. Then, firmly as anything but ever so gently, he put his hands on Eggsy's hips, turned him around and propped him back over the desk, opened him up with his fingers and a dollop of lube while Eggsy lay, spent and panting and boneless, draped over the wood, and proceeded to pound Eggsy into it.
Eggsy didn't speak. Didn't need to. The whole of his being at the moment centered around Merlin's cock pounding into his ass. The grain of the wood against his shoulders, the medal digging into his chest, Merlin's hands gripping his hips and adjusting his position so Merlin could use him at a better angle-that was immaterial. Flesh on flesh, in flesh; his torso jerked back and forth on the table, now sliding forward as Merlin gave a vicious thrust, now stuttering to a halt as Merlin grasped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled.
“This,” Merlin whispered in his ear when he was almost done, pausing in between words to nip at Eggsy's earlobe, “Is how naughty boys get punished.”
And Eggsy's spent, limp cock actually fucking twitched.
Merlin didn't ride him for long; Eggsy felt a mild sense of pride, at least, that Merlin hadn't lasted as long as he might have, other days. When he finished, Merlin didn't quite collapse against Eggsy's back, but he set his hands on either side of Eggsy's head and leaned on them for a moment, and his arms shook.
They stood quiet, for a moment, Eggsy bent over the spunk-splattered desk and Merlin bent over him, breathing harshly in the stillness of the room.
Then Merlin gathered himself and stood, slid out of Eggsy and reached for one of the damp cloths he'd set on the nightstand beforehand.
“You all right?” He asked as he cleaned himself and tucked himself back into his pants.
“Yeah.” Eggsy tried to gather his scattered thoughts and speak, but he felt so fucking blissed out he wasn't sure he could manage it coherently. “Uh. Yeah. That was. Bloody hell.”
He felt rather than heard Merlin's soft chuckle as Merlin leaned over him again to wipe him off. Merlin's free hand settled on his back as he worked, tracing the lines of Eggsy's muscles as he ran the still-warm cloth over Eggsy's aching, over-sensitive hole. Eggsy shivered at the touch, and Merlin's thumb stroked across the back of his neck.
“Come on,” he said when he finished (and when he inspected the marks on Eggsy's bottom to his satisfaction). He leant over Eggsy again, but this time he merely set his lips against Eggsy's shoulder, over the scar Eggsy got the first time he was shot. “Off to bed with you.”
Eggsy might have bothered pleading paperwork and resisting the warm hands another time, but he gave in without a grumble, just this once.
“For both of us,” he mumbled. He caught Merlin's wrist in his hand when Merlin's gaze, predictably, went to the pile of folders sitting on the chair (which Eggsy had thoughtfully cleared off the desk in the bedroom before their play), but Merlin sighed and gave in without a grumble for once as well.
Eggsy watched Merlin undress in between blinks of eyelids that were slower in opening each time. He was still lucid enough to draw the covers over both of them when Merlin slid into the bed, and he settled onto Merlin's outstretched arm with an ease that spoke to many nights of practice.
“Tha' was brilliant,” he whispered into Merlin's ear when Merlin switched the light off. “Mebbe next time I can try a runner-y'know. S' you can subdue me or summat.”
Merlin huffed a laugh and spoke, his low burr thickened by the exhaustion peculiar to a well-sated middle-aged man. “Soon. I'm not as young as I used to be.”
Eggsy nodded sleepily and squirmed, inched closer onto his side until his hunched-over shoulder rubbed up against the hair on Merlin's chest. “Nice lecture, too, yeah? More 'f it. Though t'day was good. Wi' that naughty agent, disappointed guv line. 'S nice.”
“Naughty agent, certainly,” Merlin said, and, apparently giving into the inevitable, wrapped his arm over Eggsy's shoulders and drew him in. “But disappointed? Don't be ridiculous.”
He pressed his lips to Eggsy's temple and said no more, and Eggsy tucked his face into Merlin's shoulder and smiled into the skin.
Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service
Characters: Eggsy Unwin/Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1639
Notes: Kinky smutfic
Summary: See Notes and append some schmoop.
“Your report on the Celliwig mission was adequate.” Merlin pushed his glasses up his nose with his middle finger. The left corner of his lips twitched downwards. “But you left out several details, didn't you, Eggsy?”
Eggsy's throat went dry. “Well-”
“Gentlemen, Eggsy,” Merlin said, “Don't prevaricate.”
Eggsy shifted in his chair. Merlin eyed him for a moment longer, then slid upright and rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves, tucking them precisely under his elbows.
“Over the desk.” Merlin didn't even look at him as he spoke; he walked to the small wardrobe in the corner and reached inside. “Now.”
Eggsy swallowed. Thought of pleading. Judged the distances between Merlin and himself and himself and the door.
Walked over to the plain wooden desk and unbuttoned his trousers.
He moved to step out of them when he slid them off so the fabric wouldn't wrinkle, but the end of a long wooden cane tapped ever so lightly on his shoulder when he did.
“Leave them on. Round your ankles. You know how I dislike excessive movement.”
Yes. Eggsy knew.
“Pants, too,” Merlin said when Eggsy leant forward. Eggsy bit off a curse, but he obediently dug his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them down until they rested just above his knees. His cock jutted out in front of him obscenely as he bent over the desk, and his face burned. He curled his fingers around the edge in a firm grip and settled into as comfortable a stance as he could, feet shoulder width apart. The medal on the chain around his neck fell out from under his collar and bumped and dragged against the wooden desktop as he leaned forward.
Merlin's left hand settled on his shoulder at that, with a squeeze that Eggsy might almost have called warm.
And then Merlin's grip tightened, and the cane hissed through the air.
One.
A burning line cut across the top of Eggsy's cheeks. Fuck. The next landed half an inch below that fifteen seconds later, then another half an inch below that, heralded by the familiar swish-thwack of Merlin's cane.
Eggsy breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. He dug into the desk so he felt a splinter slip between skin and fingernail in his thumb. He was so hard he hurt. He fucking ached, yearning for touch like a sixth-form schoolboy with broken fingers and a skin mag. Every cut of the cane sent his hips snapping forward, cock bobbing uselessly in the empty space of air underneath the desk.
Eggsy didn't realize Merlin waited twenty-two seconds instead of the usual fifteen until the next blow cut him unawares, sinking into the crease between his buttocks and thighs. He couldn't quite hold back the moan of pain-of pain and hunger and dissatisfaction at the cold touch of wood rather than skin-and Merlin tutted.
“Gentlemen do not make spectacles of themselves.”
The next stroke landed in the same damn spot.
Eggsy sucked in a breath but held perfectly still. Just one more. One more and they'd be done. One more and-
The cane whistled through the air and hit the twice-darkened weal. Eggsy keened and sobbed out a breath and stomped his right heel on the floor as the blow actually rocked him forward.
“Did you learn your lesson, Eggsy?”
Eggsy breathed. Gasped. Felt salt water track down his hot, red face, let loose numb fingers from the sweat-slick wood under his palms and nodded his head.
“Good. Up.” Merlin tapped him on the ass, on a white, unblemished patch of skin, with his left hand and took of his glasses with his right. The glasses he set on the table while Eggsy slowly straightened and shuffled around to face him, pants slipping down to join his trousers at his ankles, moaning as the new position caused bruised skin to stretch. He looked down at Eggsy when they stood eye to eye once more, cool gaze running over his flushed face and heaving chest and naked groin, assessing, eyes darker than Eggsy'd ever seen them.
Then he sank to his knees, ducked his head, and took Eggsy's cock in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eggsy choked out the second Merlin's warm, wet mouth settled over him, tongue laving him, teeth just lightly grazing the underside how Eggsy liked it. Eggsy's hips snapped forward without his conscious thought. Again. Again, so Merlin grunted and took a long, deep breath through his nose. “Not gonna last long. Fuck, I-”
Merlin looked up at him from under thin lashes, gaze still calm and calculating though spittle flecked the blood-red lips stretched around Eggsy's girth. He watched Eggsy for a moment, watched as Eggsy grabbed the lip of the desk behind him and swore and tried, futilely, to still the motion of his hips and hold out long enough to make a minute, for dignity's sake.
Merlin watched, and Eggsy could have sworn Merlin fucking smirked, though his mouth was occupied, because next thing Merlin did was reach up to Eggsy's ass, to the blue-black weal he'd made with such precision, and dig his fingers into it.
Eggsy came with a sob.
Merlin waited patiently and let Eggsy fuck his face until he finished spurting. He didn't miss a drop-licked his fucking lips as he stood, fucking sweater and tie still perfectly in place-and let Eggsy sag against the desk and wheeze for several moments. Then, firmly as anything but ever so gently, he put his hands on Eggsy's hips, turned him around and propped him back over the desk, opened him up with his fingers and a dollop of lube while Eggsy lay, spent and panting and boneless, draped over the wood, and proceeded to pound Eggsy into it.
Eggsy didn't speak. Didn't need to. The whole of his being at the moment centered around Merlin's cock pounding into his ass. The grain of the wood against his shoulders, the medal digging into his chest, Merlin's hands gripping his hips and adjusting his position so Merlin could use him at a better angle-that was immaterial. Flesh on flesh, in flesh; his torso jerked back and forth on the table, now sliding forward as Merlin gave a vicious thrust, now stuttering to a halt as Merlin grasped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled.
“This,” Merlin whispered in his ear when he was almost done, pausing in between words to nip at Eggsy's earlobe, “Is how naughty boys get punished.”
And Eggsy's spent, limp cock actually fucking twitched.
Merlin didn't ride him for long; Eggsy felt a mild sense of pride, at least, that Merlin hadn't lasted as long as he might have, other days. When he finished, Merlin didn't quite collapse against Eggsy's back, but he set his hands on either side of Eggsy's head and leaned on them for a moment, and his arms shook.
They stood quiet, for a moment, Eggsy bent over the spunk-splattered desk and Merlin bent over him, breathing harshly in the stillness of the room.
Then Merlin gathered himself and stood, slid out of Eggsy and reached for one of the damp cloths he'd set on the nightstand beforehand.
“You all right?” He asked as he cleaned himself and tucked himself back into his pants.
“Yeah.” Eggsy tried to gather his scattered thoughts and speak, but he felt so fucking blissed out he wasn't sure he could manage it coherently. “Uh. Yeah. That was. Bloody hell.”
He felt rather than heard Merlin's soft chuckle as Merlin leaned over him again to wipe him off. Merlin's free hand settled on his back as he worked, tracing the lines of Eggsy's muscles as he ran the still-warm cloth over Eggsy's aching, over-sensitive hole. Eggsy shivered at the touch, and Merlin's thumb stroked across the back of his neck.
“Come on,” he said when he finished (and when he inspected the marks on Eggsy's bottom to his satisfaction). He leant over Eggsy again, but this time he merely set his lips against Eggsy's shoulder, over the scar Eggsy got the first time he was shot. “Off to bed with you.”
Eggsy might have bothered pleading paperwork and resisting the warm hands another time, but he gave in without a grumble, just this once.
“For both of us,” he mumbled. He caught Merlin's wrist in his hand when Merlin's gaze, predictably, went to the pile of folders sitting on the chair (which Eggsy had thoughtfully cleared off the desk in the bedroom before their play), but Merlin sighed and gave in without a grumble for once as well.
Eggsy watched Merlin undress in between blinks of eyelids that were slower in opening each time. He was still lucid enough to draw the covers over both of them when Merlin slid into the bed, and he settled onto Merlin's outstretched arm with an ease that spoke to many nights of practice.
“Tha' was brilliant,” he whispered into Merlin's ear when Merlin switched the light off. “Mebbe next time I can try a runner-y'know. S' you can subdue me or summat.”
Merlin huffed a laugh and spoke, his low burr thickened by the exhaustion peculiar to a well-sated middle-aged man. “Soon. I'm not as young as I used to be.”
Eggsy nodded sleepily and squirmed, inched closer onto his side until his hunched-over shoulder rubbed up against the hair on Merlin's chest. “Nice lecture, too, yeah? More 'f it. Though t'day was good. Wi' that naughty agent, disappointed guv line. 'S nice.”
“Naughty agent, certainly,” Merlin said, and, apparently giving into the inevitable, wrapped his arm over Eggsy's shoulders and drew him in. “But disappointed? Don't be ridiculous.”
He pressed his lips to Eggsy's temple and said no more, and Eggsy tucked his face into Merlin's shoulder and smiled into the skin.