Kink Me! #18
Kink Me! #18
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“Sire?” It was Sir Leon. He stuttered a moment and Merlin imagined his eyes flickering to the bed, to Merlin’s naked back and the love bites he knew were peppered along the nape of his neck, to Arthur’s sweaty, bare chest and the obvious placement of Arthur’s right hand, and to the not-so-subtle shifting of the blankets. Leon cleared his throat and continued, “The scout has returned from the eastern border.”
“And?” Arthur replied, as if Leon had his full attention, as if even now he wasn’t twisting his fingers deep inside Merlin’s arse.
“There have been complaints in the villages about bandits causing trouble on the main trade routes.”
“Very well.” Arthur’s voice was steady, betraying nothing. “We’ll loop east before heading back to Camelot.” He curled his fingers just so and the slice of pleasure made Merlin’s breath hitch.
The tent fell silent. Merlin counted his own heartbeats, cursing Arthur and Leon both as his aching cock pressed into the sheet below him. His mind raced at what Arthur was thinking. He clearly didn’t care that Leon knew what was happening. Based on the rumble of suppressed laughter at Merlin’s side, he was enjoying this to no end. Before Merlin could think further on it, Arthur curled his fingers again, pressing in hard on that sweet spot. Merlin’s hips lifted off the mattress in surprise.
“Anything else?” Arthur asked, the question dripping with false innocence. The blanket had slipped, enough to let the chill hit Merlin’s bare hip.
Merlin whimpered, mortified, his cock painfully hard. If he wasn’t allowed to come in the next minute, he might do some serious damage to important bits of his anatomy. His arse twitched around Arthur's fingers as he listened to Leon shifting about at the entrance.
Leon cleared his throat again but his voice still cracked over his hasty, “No, Sire.”
“Excellent, you may go.”
Merlin could hear the bloody smirk on Arthur’s face and as soon as they were alone again he hissed, “Prat.”
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I'm so glad you liked it. Sorry about all the typos. I should never write fic so late at night and post without a beta!
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Part 3 is up! :D
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“Can you take me again?”
“Arthur, God. I need--” Arthur pushed in and a guttural sound slipped pasted Merlin’s lips. Merlin gritted his teeth to try to stay in control. “I can’t--”
Arthur rolled his hips. “Yeah.”
“Please.” Merlin said, too far gone to stop his voice from rising, too in need of air to muffle himself with a pillow. “I can’t.”
Arthur slipped his hand around Merlin’s shoulders and pulled him off the mattress. “I don’t care.” He sat back on his heels and pulled Merlin to his chest until Merlin was on his lap and Arthur was buried deep, so much deeper than they’d managed earlier.
Arthur’s fingers closed around Merlin’s cock and all the air seem to disappear from his lungs. Then Arthur started pumping, squeezing Merlin’s cock in his fist. Merlin was barely hanging on. He let his hand fall back to Arthur’s shoulder.
“This was never about hiding you.” Arthur’s teeth grazed the taut muscles of his neck. “Everyone has always known. But it’s cold and lonely these nights away from home.”
“Yeah.” Merlin understood. He saw it in their faces as they drank their ale and stared at the flames in the quiet, dark hours night after night.
Arthur pumped him, a fast, brutal pace that tore at his defences as he pounded at his already tender arse. “This morning I caught a couple knights watching you in the stream.”
“Who?” When Arthur’s fist stilled, he realized it was the wrong question. He titled his hips somewhere between an apology and begging for pity.
“Doesn’t matter.” The response was clipped and Merlin could guess at least one name that could get that reaction. Arthur should know better, should know he’s the one to ever matter.
They fell silent, so close. Merlin grunted with each snap of Arthur’s hips, the volume in the tent rising every moment.
“Say my name.” Arthur kissed the command into his skin, then squeezed, swiping the tip and working his thumb along Merlin’s slit.
“Arthur,” Merlin breathed.
Grinding hard into Merlin’s arse, his arm pressed tight, possessive across Merlin’s chest, Arthur demanded, “Stay it.”
Merlin cried out as he felt the stirring of his balls, beyond any flare of pride. “Arthur, God, Arthur,” tore from him, leaving his throat raw and body spent.
Arthur followed with a few more thrusts, crying out, forehead pressed toMerlin’s shoulder.
They stayed twisted together, Merlin on Arthur’s lap, the softening cock still inside him, listening to the silence. The cool air prickled their damp, heated skin.
“Mercy,” came from the quiet campfire, followed by a snort. The few uncomfortable chuckles were soon swallowed by the dull sounds of the conversation starting again.
Arthur got up, carefully laying Merlin back on the mattress. He returned with a soft cloth and cleaned Merlin, kissing his elbows, the back of his knees, his hipbone while he worked. Finally, he slipped back into bed, pulling the covers over both of them. Tangled together beneath a thick, worn blanket, they let the indecipherable whispers around the campfire lull them to sleep.
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(sorry this was so rough. I'll clean it up and re-post it in my journal next week when I have a bit more time. Thanks for the great prompt, nonnie!)
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This was so very hot that I don't even know where to begin! Jealous, possessive Arthur showing off Merlin in front of Leon was just . . . guh! *dies*
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http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/463777.html
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