Kink Me! #3
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“You’re sure you want this, Arthur?” Merlin forces himself to ask. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, there are other things we can-”
“God, please, I’ve been fingering myself in the shower and pretending it’s you for weeks, please.”
“…Ok. Then get up, we’re going to the bedroom to do this properly. I won’t just have you on the couch like it doesn’t matter.”
Arthur scrambles up eagerly, almost tripping over his shorts so he just steps out of them, grinning, and Merlin has to grin back because it’s ridiculous, how easy they are with each other, even when it’s only been six months and they’re the wrong ages and this shouldn’t even be happening. Arthur darts over to the backpack he dumped by the door, unconcerned by his lack of clothing. He stuffs the shorts into the bag and then goes digging for the condoms and lube, while Merlin switches the telly off and feels like an idiot just standing there with his jeans open and his cock sticking out and seventeen-year-old Arthur running around his living room with a hard-on.
Then Arthur finds the stuff and grabs Merlin’s hand, tugging him towards the stairs, still smiling, giddy as a - as a young person that Merlin is not going to think about, not with what they’re doing now. Arthur’s never been in Merlin’s bedroom before, but he has used the upstairs toilet a few times, and he frequents the spare room Merlin uses as a library, and the linen closet is fairly obviously a linen closet. So it’s easy enough for him to pick the right door and drag Merlin through it.
Arthur doesn’t even spare a moment to look around, just flops onto the bed and says,
“Right, how do you want me?”
Merlin can’t help but laugh. “Slow down, eh, let me get my clothes off?” And then Arthur goes silent, staring at Merlin with something like awe as he strips off. Arthur’s always liked Merlin’s body, that’s been a constant through each reincarnation, but Merlin’s still surprised by the intensity of his interest every time.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Arthur murmurs, sitting up with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed.
“So are you,” Merlin tells him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me, prancing around with your top off all the time?”
Arthur smirks again, reaching for Merlin, though he doesn’t speak until he has his arms around Merlin’s hips and his cheek against Merlin’s belly. (Merlin’s cock caught just below Arthur’s arm.) “I was kinda hoping you’d notice.”
“I’ve been noticing you since the day you moved in,” Merlin says, sort of reverently, stroking his fingers through Arthur’s hair.
“Seriously? I thought maybe you liked my mum, at first.”
“She’s a wonderful woman, but no. You. Always been you.” And maybe he shouldn’t be saying things like that, not when Arthur still doesn’t remember, but he can feel Arthur’s smile against his skin.
“I’m glad. So fuck me already, will you?”
“Pushy little bugger.”
“Maybe later, if you want, but right now I want you buggering me,” Arthur insists, and Merlin chuckles, heart swelling, and gets down to business.
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“Merlin, Merlin, please, god, I’ll do anything, please, just-”
He’s got to be close, he’s been on edge for so long already and it’s not like he’s practiced at holding off… Merlin hesitates a moment, contemplating, and then remembers what his recovery time was like at this age and dips his head, licks the fluid from Arthur’s cock and then swallows the shaft down, taking it in to the root, his fingers still in Arthur’s arse. Merlin hasn’t done this in a while but it’s like riding a bike, he thinks a little hysterically, mind cloudy with his own urgent arousal, you never really forget - relax the muscles, suppress the gag reflex - and then Arthur’s shouting and spasming and coming, hot spurts straight down Merlin’s throat.
Merlin sucks him through it, gently, and then finally pulls off once Arthur’s sagged boneless against the bed.
“Oh my god,” Arthur slurs, “oh my god. You - you’re - god, evil sex genius.”
Merlin grins at him, pleased, and then crawls up his body to kiss him. Arthur wraps his arms and legs around Merlin instantly, responding to the kiss with undiminished enthusiasm. After a few minutes of that, when Merlin can’t possibly wait any longer, he palms Arthur’s cock and is unsurprised to find it starting to fill again.
“Still want me in you?” he asks, voice rough.
“Please.”
“Thank god,” Merlin says, earning himself a weak chuckle. “Let me - condom-”
Arthur releases him just enough so that he can roll the condom on and slick himself up, and then Arthur’s pulling Merlin back, spreading his legs and staring with wide, lust-dark eyes as Merlin eases carefully into his body. It’s not difficult, not with Arthur so stretched and relaxed, and Merlin’s infinitely grateful for that because his patience shatters at the first feel of Arthur hot and tight around him.
“Ok?”
“Fuck, yes, harder.”
Arthur gasps, moans, winds his legs around Merlin’s waist, clutches at Merlin’s shoulders, licks his ear, whimpers when Merlin nudges his prostate. On Merlin’s third thrust, Arthur surges up under him and he can feel Arthur’s cock, fully hard against his stomach, and when Arthur says something that sounds like harder again, Merlin finally stops trying to hold back.
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When they finally manage to get clean and get out, Arthur winds a towel around his waist and fidgets while Merlin gets dressed.
“I, um, actually didn’t bring any other clothes,” he admits, because he is completely shameless. And somewhere between dressing Arthur in an old t-shirt and some running shorts, and playing footsy with him under the breakfast table, Merlin realizes that finally, for the first time in thirty stupid years, he’s completely happy.
Arthur doesn’t go home, and Merlin doesn’t try to make him. They eat and cuddle and watch the telly, and after lunch Arthur sits in Merlin’s lap in the library and reads to him from the Canterbury Tales, wriggling his arse whenever he gets to a suggestive passage. For the rest of the weekend, every time Merlin starts feeling something like guilt, Arthur distracts him with words and kisses and amazing blowjobs - it’s really incredible, how much he seems to love having Merlin’s cock in his mouth - and soon enough Merlin just stops worrying about it.
And then, Sunday evening, the very best thing happens. Merlin’s sucking Arthur off, and Arthur’s taking little shallow breaths and playing with his hair, and then suddenly Arthur bursts out laughing and says,
“You idiot, why didn’t you tell me? I can’t believe I’ve only just remembered - oh god do that again-”
(the end.)
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What a delight! ♥
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Wooo! If Morgana is at Wellesley SHE CAN BE MY ROOMMATE next semester! Although I thought I already knew most of the rugby team...
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I was worried we'd get a sad ending, but I was wrong! :D
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I don't go online for a couple of days and this is what I miss.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOOOOU.
It's perfect :D ♥
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