Kink Me! #34
Kink Me! #34
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He doesn’t quite get to finish his sentence because Merlin’s fisting his cock and parting his cheeks with his gloves on and hell if that doesn’t make lust roar to life inside him like a fire. He didn’t even know he kinked that. “You didn’t take off your gloves?!” He asks indignantly anyway, just to be contrary.
Merlin leans up against him, teeth dragging across the skin above his arse before he bites down and sucks a mark there. “Oh?” It sounds innocent, but Arthur knows better. “It’s cold out, surely you don’t expect me to go without. Besides-”
And there’s the tell-tale probing at his hole, just a teasing brush that makes Arthur shut his eyes and moan the slightest bit. Merlin takes his hand off Arthur’s cock but keeps a firm grip on Arthur’s thighs, urging Arthur’s legs a little wider so that he has to lean more against the table and only the tips of his boots are on the floor. “I think you rather like it, me doing unspeakable things to you with the hint of leather, the feeling so unfamiliar inside you.”
“Christ,” Arthur manages, when Merlin leans in, breath hot against Arthur’s arse, and his gloved finger’s replaced by his tongue. “What are you- oh. Oh, fuck. You’ve never- oh.”
Merlin pulls away for a bit, biting a little at one of Arthur’s buttocks, laughing. “Maybe not, but hey, first time for everything, right?" He teases, repeating Arthur’s words right back at him.
Merlin’s got a wicked tongue, and Arthur’s always suspected as much ever since they’d first met a few months ago and Merlin’d mouthed off at him for being a self-entitled git who thought he could jump the queue and get a cab first, firing off an impressive string of insults about Arthur’s character and his possible tendency to sleep with dogs in various disturbing sexual positions.
In response, Arthur had done the very mature thing by insulting Merlin’s face and replying that it takes one to know one. They’d started having a row right there on the corner of the street, and the cabbie had rolled his eyes after a bit and had taken a bewildered female passenger who’d been watching them argue instead.
But, yes, wicked tongue. Merlin’s always been an amazing kisser, and fuck if it doesn’t translate well to how he’s currently turning Arthur to an incoherent puddle of want. Arthur’s gone down on girls, opened other men up with his fingers and tongue, but his lovers have somehow never done this for him, ever. His legs are shaking where Merlin’s holding him in place, and Arthur can’t think with Merlin licking into him, his mind chanting a litany of slick, hot, wet, more.
He abandons all pretense of dignity after a few more minutes of the sweet torture of Merlin’s damned tongue just lapping at him, and pushes his arse against Merlin’s face in a silent demand for Merlin to just fucking get on with it. In a move that just screams classic Merlin, he ignores Arthur, but does spread his cheeks wider with his long, sexy as fuck fingers, the gloves’ leather cold and sweet and not nearly enough against his skin.
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Love the little bit of backstory sprinkled in here during the sexy times!
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“No fun jumping right to it,” Merlin says, and Arthur can feel him smile, damn him. He licks at Arthur’s hole again, and Arthur’s knees nearly give out, but Merlin’s still locking him in place. “You knights,” he continues, leaning downwards to suck at the sensitive skin behind Arthur’s balls, “are just about instant gratification, aren’t you? Fight and fuck and leave it at that.”
Merlin is really getting into this. Arthur doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his life. “I should punish you for your impertinence later, squire,” he snaps, but it doesn’t come out as harshly as he’d intended, ending in a moan when Merlin licks up his hole again, groaning against Arthur’s skin. “I’ll get you in the stocks, clean the rest of my swords all night.”
“Oh, please, my lord!” Merlin’s voice isn’t sincere at all, the pillock, but the way he uses Arthur's fake title is really getting to him, and he probably knows from the way Arthur's cock is jerking in his hand. Arthur rolls his eyes where Merlin can’t see them, but Merlin still smacks him on the arse anyway, a strike of pain that fades into a pleasurable haze within seconds. “I only want to polish your one sword. I’ll do a good job of it, I promise. Allow me to demonstrate my contrition.” He wraps his fingers around Arthur’s cock again, sliding down through the slick mess, before fisting back up with a twist to the head.
“Merlin, that’s terribly cheesy, even for you.” Arthur hisses in pleasure, because Merlin’s done this so many times, he knows just how to work Arthur to the edge and back, holding him there without granting him release. Sadistic little fuck. “And that is hardly contrition, you smart mouth.”
“No?” Again, all innocence, but Arthur knows better. Those clever fingers are back to teasing his hole again in conjunction with the swipes of Merlin’s tongue, and Arthur’s blinking back involuntary tears at the need to just fucking come. “What did you have in mind, my lord?”
“Your tongue- ah!”
“Don’t think I quite heard you there, my lord,” Merlin says, voice low and sultry as he slides a finger into Arthur’s hole, just the slightest bit, teasing him at the rim. “I might have to ask you to repeat yourself.”
“You did that on purpose!”
“Such accusations. I’m wounded.” Merlin pulls his finger out, letting his tongue trace a wet path up Arthur’s arse from his hole. “I can do this for the entire break, Arthur,” He adds, breaking character briefly. “I’ll ask you again: what did you have in mind, my lord?”
Fucking Merlin. He just likes to make Arthur beg. Arthur’d been proud, once, but then Merlin’d come along with his insults, his bright eyes and his hidden sadistic streak. He’d never had so much fun in sex until Merlin, but Arthur’d also had never so much agony until Merlin; Merlin likes to draw things out, teasing until Arthur breaks and begs wordlessly, bucks into Merlin’s mouth and fingers as he rides out orgasms that Merlin will finally, finally deign to grant him.
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“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Merlin smiles, and from the way his mouth moves against Arthur’s skin, he can feel Merlin biting his lower lip in amusement.
“Get to it.”
“So domineering. You’re lucky I like you pushy.” A tight pull of Arthur’s cock, once, twice, and then Merlin’s teasing his drawn-up balls with the pad of his thumb before moving in to swirl his tongue around Arthur’s hole in earnest.
Arthur throws his head back, a wild moan catching in his throat. His knees are shaking from the effort of holding himself up in the face (ha) of such pleasure, but he imagines Merlin’s enjoying the view, the perverse thing. He likes his men well-built, with strong thighs and lines of muscle, but he likes having his powerful men at his mercy more.
They’d started off being so nervous with each other, all bravado as they flirted through their dates and fumbled their way through sloppy handjobs and frotting. It was still the best sex Arthur’d ever had even then, though he attributes it to how he enjoys Merlin’s company like he never has anyone else’s.
And then Merlin had the brilliant idea of getting them both spectacularly drunk to talk about what they liked in bed, since they were so uncertain about where to go next. Four glasses of strong whiskey later, Arthur had blurted out about how he’d like to try being dominated for a change. Merlin had pushed Arthur down face-first against the couch, said that it was just Arthur’s lucky day, because Merlin had been fantasizing about fucking Arthur into the mattress until he begged for mercy all week.
He’d never had anyone rim him, and now all he can think of is, what a fucking waste, because Merlin’s really going to town on him, getting Arthur’s hole drenched as he laps and jabs his tongue in. The tent’s quiet but for the sound of Arthur’s harsh breaths and soft whimpers alternating and mingling with the slick, wet sounds coming from behind him. While he’d enjoyed rimming his own lovers, Arthur hadn’t really expected them to do the same for him, because to each their own and all that. He certainly hadn’t imagined he’d like it this much.
It’s all a blur of colours and sounds as his entire reality narrows to the shock of sensation that is Merlin’s tongue in him, forcing Arthur to stuff the back of his own gloved hand inside his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his shouts as Merlin works him steadily with both fingers and tongue.
“I’m close,” he chokes out, heat overwhelming him. Merlin’s got an iron grip at the base of his cock, absently brushing his fingers against the side and tracing a feather-light path up a vein, his other hand spreading Arthur wider as he slides his tongue even further in. Arthur reaches an arm behind him blindly, his fingers slipping through Merlin’s hair. Shuddering, he grabs a fistful, because he needs to come, this is too much, he can't-
Merlin hums, slowing the pace of licking in Arthur before making a circle with his thumb and forefinger, pushing it down Arthur’s cock and tightening his hold. He pulls back, his breath coming in short, sharp huffs as he rests his cheek against Arthur’s thighs. “No, you’re not coming yet.”
Arthur makes a strangled sound, and makes to pull Merlin back, but Merlin dodges his grip expertly. Slippery bugger. “Why the fuck not?!”
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