FIC, The One Where There is a Truly Ridiculous Amount of Fucking, Arthur/Merlin, NC-17
Title: The One Where There is a Truly Ridiculous Amount of Fucking
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They’ve been fucking all day or near enough to it and the room reeks of spunk and sweat-hot thick musk of sex, the air heavy with it. Weighted down.
Warnings: Marathon sex, sloppy sex, a bit of ass worship, some powerplay if you squint, little bit of size kink, creampie, felching, rimming, possessive!Arthur, bottom!Merlin, frottage
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,035 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin.
Author’s Note: Written for this prompt at kinkme_merlin
They’ve been fucking all day or near enough to it and the room reeks of spunk and sweat-hot thick musk of sex, the air heavy with it. Weighted down.
When Arthur pulls out Merlin’s body is reluctant to release him, sticky swollen hole all slick with Arthur’s come and clutching at the head of Arthur’s cock. Arthur flops down on his back and tucks his hand under his head.
“Still alive?” he says.
Merlin, on his stomach beside him, murmurs in agreement. Or what Arthur assumes is agreement, anyway, though it could have been anything from “You are a sex GOD” to “Fuck off you smug prat.”
Arthur rolls onto his side, his elbow on the mattress and his head propped up in his palm, and runs his fingers down Merlin’s spine. Marvels, as always, at the softness of the skin there, at the way his hand spans so much of Merlin’s back. He kisses the nape of Merlin’s neck.
“Alright?” he says into a dark curl.
“Well I don’t think I’ll be walking around much anytime soon, if that’s what you mean,” says Merlin.
Arthur’s hand rubs against the pale swell of Merlin’s arse. Stays there, proprietary.
“God, you’re beautiful,” says Arthur after a moment.
Merlin twists his head around and looks at Arthur suspiciously.
“If you think this will get you another round, you can forget it,” he says. “I can hardly move as it is.”
Arthur hadn’t been considering that, actually, but since Merlin had mentioned it-maybe he could just-
He strokes his finger against Merlin’s hole, gentle, and Merlin hisses. Arthur’s fingertip comes away slippery with oil and Arthur’s own jizz.
And suddenly Arthur has to see it, has to know what that little hole looks like after he’d stuffed it so full of cock over and over again, made Merlin writhe and scream and come for him so many times today that he’d lost count.
Arthur sits up, moves over Merlin and nudges Merlin’s legs further apart with his knees. Pulls him up onto all fours for a better view and then sits back and looks at him.
So impossibly, implausibly, undeniably lovely. His.
“Arthur?” says Merlin, confused but trusting, not moving from where Arthur’s placed him and Arthur’s chest squeezes tight like a fist, so full of want for this boy that sometimes he feels like he can’t contain it, sometimes he feels like his skin may burst.
“Shh, just wanna look at you,” says Arthur. “Just wanna see-”
He puts his hands on Merlin’s arse and pulls Merlin’s cheeks apart. Spreads him open. And, god, Merlin’s so wet with Arthur’s spunk, filthy all over with it; some of it’s slid out of him and smeared all over his arse, rolled down his balls and dripped onto Arthur’s sheets.
Merlin’s arsehole is a deep, abused pink, practically red already and puffy-looking: tiny pursed muscle used too much, fucked open on Arthur’s cock and it must have hurt, near the end-sore and sensitive, aching-but Merlin had asked for more (Fuck me, fuck me please) and Arthur had given it to him.
I did that thinks Arthur, looking down at the mess he’d made of Merlin’s body. And it makes him happy, thinking that. It makes him. proud.
But this isn’t enough, Arthur realizes-isn’t quite what he wants.
“Let me see it,” says Arthur, so hushed he’s not even sure Merlin can hear him. “Let it out,” he says.
“What?” says Merlin. Innocent country-boy Merlin who’d been a virgin before Arthur had taken him to bed; Merlin who sometimes still doesn’t get dirty jokes.
“You’ve got all that come in you,” says Arthur, stroking at the outside of Merlin’s thigh. “All that come from all those times I fucked you today, locked up tight in your body, and I-” Pause. “I wanna see it.”
Merlin flushes.
Arthur can’t see his face but he can see the rest of him; the red spreads from his ears to the back of his neck and down his back before it fades. Arthur is charmed by it.
“I-I can’t,” says Merlin. “I can’t.” His fingers are digging wrinkles into Arthur’s pillows.
“You can,” says Arthur. He rubs his thumb against Merlin’s hole; pushes it in, just a little, and when he pulls it out again his seed is clinging white to his fingertip. “Please. Show me.”
Merlin takes a shuddery breath (so embarrassed) and forces himself to relax. Makes the little ring of his arsehole unclench and when he does a glob of come slips out and streaks hot down his perineum.
Arthur leans down and licks at it, licks till there’s nothing left but saliva-clean skin and then kisses Merlin, kisses the ring of Merlin’s arsehole that Arthur loves so much and Merlin gasps, says, “Arthur, Arthur-” so sweet and shocked and Arthur presses his tongue against him; pushes it in.
Arthur reaches down under Merlin and Merlin’s half-hard, has orgasmed so much today it’s a wonder he’s even gotten that far and when Arthur takes him into his hand Merlin bucks into it, groaning: can’t keep quiet when Arthur slips a finger in him alongside his tongue, and, Christ, Arthur can taste himself, him and Merlin both, and between that and the way Merlin’s keening for him Arthur’s hard again too-hard but he can’t do anything about it yet, can’t do anything but hump against the bed while he fucks Merlin on his tongue and finger.
Merlin says, “Arthur, I-oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come-” and Arthur pumps him in his hand and brushes against Merlin’s prostate with his fingertip (strokes against it, light) and Merlin shouts and squeezes around him, coming all over Arthur’s hand and the bed.
He slumps forward, then, onto his stomach, and Arthur leans over him and ruts against the crack of Merlin’s arse, his cock rocking slick between Merlin’s cheeks but not in him and then he-when he’s close to coming he moves up off Merlin a little and jerks himself, fucks into his fist hard and fast and when Arthur comes he spurts a long line of jizz across Merlin’s arse and back.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They’ve been fucking all day or near enough to it and the room reeks of spunk and sweat-hot thick musk of sex, the air heavy with it. Weighted down.
Warnings: Marathon sex, sloppy sex, a bit of ass worship, some powerplay if you squint, little bit of size kink, creampie, felching, rimming, possessive!Arthur, bottom!Merlin, frottage
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,035 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin.
Author’s Note: Written for this prompt at kinkme_merlin
They’ve been fucking all day or near enough to it and the room reeks of spunk and sweat-hot thick musk of sex, the air heavy with it. Weighted down.
When Arthur pulls out Merlin’s body is reluctant to release him, sticky swollen hole all slick with Arthur’s come and clutching at the head of Arthur’s cock. Arthur flops down on his back and tucks his hand under his head.
“Still alive?” he says.
Merlin, on his stomach beside him, murmurs in agreement. Or what Arthur assumes is agreement, anyway, though it could have been anything from “You are a sex GOD” to “Fuck off you smug prat.”
Arthur rolls onto his side, his elbow on the mattress and his head propped up in his palm, and runs his fingers down Merlin’s spine. Marvels, as always, at the softness of the skin there, at the way his hand spans so much of Merlin’s back. He kisses the nape of Merlin’s neck.
“Alright?” he says into a dark curl.
“Well I don’t think I’ll be walking around much anytime soon, if that’s what you mean,” says Merlin.
Arthur’s hand rubs against the pale swell of Merlin’s arse. Stays there, proprietary.
“God, you’re beautiful,” says Arthur after a moment.
Merlin twists his head around and looks at Arthur suspiciously.
“If you think this will get you another round, you can forget it,” he says. “I can hardly move as it is.”
Arthur hadn’t been considering that, actually, but since Merlin had mentioned it-maybe he could just-
He strokes his finger against Merlin’s hole, gentle, and Merlin hisses. Arthur’s fingertip comes away slippery with oil and Arthur’s own jizz.
And suddenly Arthur has to see it, has to know what that little hole looks like after he’d stuffed it so full of cock over and over again, made Merlin writhe and scream and come for him so many times today that he’d lost count.
Arthur sits up, moves over Merlin and nudges Merlin’s legs further apart with his knees. Pulls him up onto all fours for a better view and then sits back and looks at him.
So impossibly, implausibly, undeniably lovely. His.
“Arthur?” says Merlin, confused but trusting, not moving from where Arthur’s placed him and Arthur’s chest squeezes tight like a fist, so full of want for this boy that sometimes he feels like he can’t contain it, sometimes he feels like his skin may burst.
“Shh, just wanna look at you,” says Arthur. “Just wanna see-”
He puts his hands on Merlin’s arse and pulls Merlin’s cheeks apart. Spreads him open. And, god, Merlin’s so wet with Arthur’s spunk, filthy all over with it; some of it’s slid out of him and smeared all over his arse, rolled down his balls and dripped onto Arthur’s sheets.
Merlin’s arsehole is a deep, abused pink, practically red already and puffy-looking: tiny pursed muscle used too much, fucked open on Arthur’s cock and it must have hurt, near the end-sore and sensitive, aching-but Merlin had asked for more (Fuck me, fuck me please) and Arthur had given it to him.
I did that thinks Arthur, looking down at the mess he’d made of Merlin’s body. And it makes him happy, thinking that. It makes him. proud.
But this isn’t enough, Arthur realizes-isn’t quite what he wants.
“Let me see it,” says Arthur, so hushed he’s not even sure Merlin can hear him. “Let it out,” he says.
“What?” says Merlin. Innocent country-boy Merlin who’d been a virgin before Arthur had taken him to bed; Merlin who sometimes still doesn’t get dirty jokes.
“You’ve got all that come in you,” says Arthur, stroking at the outside of Merlin’s thigh. “All that come from all those times I fucked you today, locked up tight in your body, and I-” Pause. “I wanna see it.”
Merlin flushes.
Arthur can’t see his face but he can see the rest of him; the red spreads from his ears to the back of his neck and down his back before it fades. Arthur is charmed by it.
“I-I can’t,” says Merlin. “I can’t.” His fingers are digging wrinkles into Arthur’s pillows.
“You can,” says Arthur. He rubs his thumb against Merlin’s hole; pushes it in, just a little, and when he pulls it out again his seed is clinging white to his fingertip. “Please. Show me.”
Merlin takes a shuddery breath (so embarrassed) and forces himself to relax. Makes the little ring of his arsehole unclench and when he does a glob of come slips out and streaks hot down his perineum.
Arthur leans down and licks at it, licks till there’s nothing left but saliva-clean skin and then kisses Merlin, kisses the ring of Merlin’s arsehole that Arthur loves so much and Merlin gasps, says, “Arthur, Arthur-” so sweet and shocked and Arthur presses his tongue against him; pushes it in.
Arthur reaches down under Merlin and Merlin’s half-hard, has orgasmed so much today it’s a wonder he’s even gotten that far and when Arthur takes him into his hand Merlin bucks into it, groaning: can’t keep quiet when Arthur slips a finger in him alongside his tongue, and, Christ, Arthur can taste himself, him and Merlin both, and between that and the way Merlin’s keening for him Arthur’s hard again too-hard but he can’t do anything about it yet, can’t do anything but hump against the bed while he fucks Merlin on his tongue and finger.
Merlin says, “Arthur, I-oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come-” and Arthur pumps him in his hand and brushes against Merlin’s prostate with his fingertip (strokes against it, light) and Merlin shouts and squeezes around him, coming all over Arthur’s hand and the bed.
He slumps forward, then, onto his stomach, and Arthur leans over him and ruts against the crack of Merlin’s arse, his cock rocking slick between Merlin’s cheeks but not in him and then he-when he’s close to coming he moves up off Merlin a little and jerks himself, fucks into his fist hard and fast and when Arthur comes he spurts a long line of jizz across Merlin’s arse and back.