Kink Me! #34
Kink Me! #34
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“So fucking hot,” Merlin says, yanking at Arthur’s hair to expose his throat, the leather a torturous slide against his heat when he strips him slow, the obscene sounds slowly driving him insane. It sends him into a haze of dizzying lust when Merlin manhandles him like that, with that edge to him, because Merlin - he’s all smiles and cheek and insults until he has Arthur up against a wall, taking him apart with his mouth and fingers and tongue until Arthur’s reduced to a blubbering wreck.
He’s doing that even now, working Arthur with one hand while he shoves two fingers against the edge of Arthur’s mouth, hissing when Arthur parts his lips to suck at them, tasting himself and his own slick. Merlin’s erection is a brand against his back, pressed up against Arthur, and he can’t help but push back against it, hoping Merlin will get the fucking hint already. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you in armour, having your bare arse in the air as I finger you, tease you until you beg for me to fuck you.”
“Well, come on then,” he says, gasping when Merlin pulls his fingers back from where they’re playing with his balls to the tight clench of his hole, pushing them back in without warning. He’s wet and stretched still, hungry for it, and he reaches back with one hand to grip at Merlin’s neck, trying to get more of that burn inside him, more. “What are you waiting for?”
“Ask nicely, my lord,” Merlin says, his nose brushing the edge of Arthur’s cheek, kissing down and licking at the sweat pooled in the little dips of his neck and shoulder while he twists his fingers inside Arthur. Keening when Merlin presses deeper into him, Arthur barely registers the sound of Merlin undoing his own trousers and doesn’t realise it until Merlin’s spreading his arse, still pumping into Arthur, lining his cock so it brushes Arthur’s thighs and slides it between Arthur’s legs. “Knight or no, we humble squires may be more amenable to granting your requests if you say please.”
He pulls his fingers out of Arthur, leaving him empty and so far gone with the desire to be fucked, and to be fucked now. That’s the moment, of course, which Merlin chooses to tease Arthur by rubbing his cockhead against the wetness of his hole before dipping downward to tease, push it against the drawn tightness of Arthur’s balls, spreading Merlin’s slick everywhere. “Merlin,” Arthur chokes out.
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Arthur wearing Merlin's underwear like he was wearing his boyfriend's favor is wonderful and I have to love that Arthur can rev Merlin's motor, too. These two were meant for each other.
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I love how the OP just casually slipped that in, because idk, it totally sounds like something Arthur would do. Mmmm.
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“Do it,” he says, desperate. “Just take me.”
Humming contemplatively, Merlin reaches out with another arm past Arthur’s death grip on the table. “Not yet, I think. Hang on, just need a bit more lube for this...”
His fingers slip and slide wetly over something but he’s still teasing Arthur’s hole with his cock, just brushing against the edges without sliding in, so that can’t be it. Merlin leans down to rest against Arthur’s back, pulling him flush against his chest, and tugs a little at the skin of Arthur’s nape between his teeth. “Going to fuck you so good,” he murmurs, his breath running ragged while he gently nudges something inside Arthur, “going to make you come so hard for me.”
“Promises, promises.” He barely manages being snide; Arthur’s shaking with the effort of staying up, his feet are nearly off the ground. Whatever Merlin’s pushing inside him is hard and smooth, and long - it isn’t until he feels the familiar texture of Excalibur’s cross-guard against his arse that Merlin is fucking him with his own wooden sword’s hilt. “What are you doing?!”
A huff of laughter stirs the little hairs at the back of his neck, and it tickles. “We were trying so many new things today, I thought we might as well go the whole nine yards.”
“Your American colleagues are rubbing off on you,” Arthur grumbles, but he nearly buckles when Merlin does a particularly clever twist with his wrist, rotating the hilt inside him slowly before dragging out nearly to the edge, only to slam inside him again. “Holy fuck.”
It makes him heady, knowing that Merlin is just as affected by this as he is, if the way Merlin is rutting against his arse between thrusts of the sword hilt is any indication. “A little improvisation goes a long way?” It shouldn’t feel so pleasurable; now that he knows what to expect, he can feel the smooth but prominent patterns he’d carved so lovingly into the hilt, knows that the dragon curling up near the cross-guard is the series of uneven, delicious bumps he senses when Merlin twists it inside him again and again, filling him up in the most sordid and unexpected way.
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“You look so good like this,” Merlin says. “Like you’ll take anything inside you, as long as you’re filled up, you greedy thing.” He really must be quite a sight, Arthur thinks, his spread legs damn and sweaty as Merlin, that ridiculous pervert, fucks him with a wooden sword. “But you want something else, don’t you, hmm? Something more?”
He’s never been the sort to go down easy without a fight. “Can’t imagine what you’re talking about,” Arthur says, struggling to keep his voice even while Merlin slides the hilt in and out of him lazily like it’s just another one of their Sunday afternoon shags. “When you can’t get even a semi-decent fuck this side of London, a sword’s a good a lover as any.”
“A wild thing, aren’t you? You don’t mean that.” Merlin tuts, sliding the sword out of him, sloppy and filthy with lube before he rings his fingers tightly around the base of Arthur’s too-hard cock, making him groan from the pressure. “I can leave you like this, you know. Just hold you down and tease you elsewhere, everywhere else but where you want to be filled, so it’s never enough. Never enough for you to come.”
Arthur pushes back against Merlin again, but Merlin’s making a good start on his threat, locking Arthur’s legs in place as he rests against Arthur’s back to push him down against the table, hands dragging against his inner thighs down to his knees. Every single little touch now is setting him aflame, every absent not-accidental brush against his cock almost too much to bear.
“Merlin,” Arthur says. He doesn’t whimper, but it’s a near thing.
“You know what I can do to you,” Merlin says, voice low and smooth with a touch of impatience. Arthur closes his eyes, overwhelmed. “I’m not in a rush, my lord. I can keep you waiting for hours as I look and tease my fill, as you writhe under my touch, begging to be fucked. Or you can behave and admit what you want, and I’ll give it to you right now, fuck you here rough and raw and dirty.”
His cheeks are being spread again, and fuck, because now Merlin means business when he shoves two fingers in at once, crooking them so he presses against Arthur’s prostate right away, tearing a full-body shudder from him. “Jesus Christ,” Arthur swears, gritting his teeth as Merlin keeps at it, merciless, fingering him in sharp bursts as the broken sword clatters to the floor, forgotten. “Gods, oh, Merlin-”
“Tell me what you want,” Merlin hisses, and if not for the way Merlin has an iron grip around the base of his shaft, Arthur might’ve just come right there and then at the sound of his voice.
“Just do it already,” he pants, nearly sobbing, “you know I want you to.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, all right? Fuck me!” Arthur shouts.
He cries out when Merlin scissors his fingers inside him while squeezing his cock, the excruciating pleasure and pain making him blank out for a few breathless seconds.
“Beg me,” Merlin says fiercely, his tone so dark and disobeyable now that Arthur has to actually fight the strange compulsion to fall to his knees and suck Merlin, “for my cock.”
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Merlin doesn’t say anything, just cups Arthur’s face and turns it towards him for a kiss, sweet and possessive and approving. “Good,” he murmurs against Arthur’s lips, licking into his mouth, slowly drawing out his fingers only to line and rub his cockhead against Arthur’s hole now, the same maddening way he did before. “Now, show me how much you want it.”
“Nnngh,” Arthur manages, trying to object, but Merlin claims his mouth again before he finally pushes in, fucking into him slow and hot. He’s still so wet from Merlin’s tongue and the liberal amount of lube that Merlin’d worked into him earlier, had stayed wet and open through his fucking fight when he’d beaten Valiant to the ground being unable to bloody think of anything but this. “Oh, oh, shit.”
“Look at you.” Merlin nips at his shoulder and shifts his palm back down to grip at Arthur’s thighs, locking them there even as he tries to move back against Merlin to take more of him inside, eager and mad with it. “A noble knight, fucking yourself open on my cock. Couldn’t even take your armour off because you were gagging for it.”
“Move,” Arthur gasps, feeling the stretch as Merlin teases him even now, pushing inside with slow short slides before pulling out, only to repeat that again. They’re locked together now, Merlin’s full weight pressing into him, on him, those long fingers digging into his hips as he drives back in, a single sleek stroke. “Need you, Merlin, need-”
Merlin’s always been a talker, and he talks Arthur through this as he begins to fuck him in earnest, the filthiest things spilling from his mouth in heated whispers against the shell of Arthur’s ear while he thrusts harder, faster. Even the teasing proves too much for Merlin, and it’s not very long until he starts dragging his cockhead against that sweet spot inside him, wrenching pleas and incoherent begging from Arthur as the table shakes under their combined weight. “So tight even after I’ve opened you up,” Merlin says, his voice shaky now too, “God, Arthur, so perfect.”
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The silence fills the small, intense space between them as Arthur catches his breath, completely wrecked. “I want your cock inside me,” he says finally, flushing all over, and he can’t help involuntarily clenching down on Merlin’s fingers at that, heat coiling low in his stomach. “Please.”
Merlin doesn’t say anything, just cups Arthur’s face and turns it towards him for a kiss, sweet and possessive and approving. “Good,” he murmurs against Arthur’s lips, licking into his mouth, slowly drawing out his fingers only to line and rub his cockhead against Arthur’s hole now, the same maddening way he did before. “Now, show me how much you want it.”
“Nnngh,” Arthur manages, trying to object, but Merlin claims his mouth again before he finally pushes in, fucking into him slow and hot. He’s still so wet from Merlin’s tongue and the liberal amount of lube that Merlin’d worked into him earlier, had stayed wet and open through his fucking fight when he’d beaten Valiant to the ground being unable to bloody think of anything but this. “Oh, oh, shit.”
“Look at you.” Merlin nips at his shoulder and shifts his palm back down to grip at Arthur’s thighs, locking them there even as he tries to move back against Merlin to take more of him inside, eager and mad with it. “A noble knight, fucking yourself open on my cock. Couldn’t even take your armour off because you were gagging for it.”
“Move,” Arthur gasps, feeling the stretch as Merlin teases him even now, pushing inside with slow short slides before pulling out, only to repeat that again. They’re locked together now, Merlin’s full weight pressing into him, on him, those long fingers digging into his hips as he drives back in, a single sleek stroke. “Need you, Merlin, need-”
Merlin’s always been a talker, and he talks Arthur through this as he begins to fuck him in earnest, the filthiest things spilling from his mouth in heated whispers against the shell of Arthur’s ear while he thrusts harder, faster. Even the teasing proves too much for Merlin, and it’s not very long until he starts dragging his cockhead against that sweet spot inside him, wrenching pleas and incoherent begging from Arthur as the table shakes under their combined weight. “So tight even after I’ve opened you up,” Merlin says, his voice shaky now too, “God, Arthur, so perfect.”
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Fingers tighten in his hair and pull his head back, splaying over the side of his cheek as Merlin mouths up his neck. “Come for me, Arthur,” Merlin commands, fucking commands him, and that shouldn’t be so bloody hot when it’s Merlin except it is, and Arthur’s eyes slam open wide at the order, at Merlin’s sliding his hand down his chest, his stomach to circle his fingers around Arthur’s cock, pushing Arthur to fuck into his hand, tight and slick and glorious. “Spread your legs wider.” Arthur does, trembling as the heat consumes him, as he takes Merlin deeper in and it’s two, three thrusts before- “Come!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Arthur cries out. Everything inside him unravels simultaneously; it's like his nerves catch fire when the pleasure floods him and overflows. He pulses messily into Merlin’s hand and all over the table, hot with it, moaning when Merlin continues to stroke him even while he’s oversensitised and refuses to stop, milking every single last drop out of him. “Jesus Christ,” he says, wrecked, those perfect fingers still jerking him, thumbing his head and catching at the wet slick there. “God, Merlin, so good, I...”
“Shhh,” Merlin murmurs, holding and touching him through it as Arthur’s body stays taut while he keeps coming, fuck, still buried deep inside him and moving with his ragged thrusts, his own breaths coming quicker and quicker as his own control slips. He bites down on Arthur’s shoulder when he comes, fumbling for Arthur’s hand and linking their fingers together when his release hits him. “Fuck, Arthur!”
Merlin’s fingers dig deep into his own, nails digging sharp half-crescents into his palm, his other hand stilling on Arthur’s hip as he breathes against Arthur’s skin, harsh and stuttering as he rides it out. God, it’s the hottest thing, Merlin fucking him bare, and he gives a silent prayer to whoever might be listening for having ruled them both clean so that he could have Merlin just like this, the wet, rough slide of his cock inside him the best damned feeling in the world.
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“You really like debauching your knights, don’t you?” Arthur scoffs, but there’s no bite in it. He places his foot into the other leg of his breeches, pulling it up. The telltale soreness lingers, throbbing inside him, but it’s the good kind that kind of makes him absently want to provoke Merlin into taking him on the table again. Maybe on his back. Or up against the wall, Arthur's not picky.
Merlin turns a lazy, sated smile towards him, his eyes half-lidded. “Hard not to, when they’re as stubborn and gorgeous as you. I do like putting prattish knights in their place.”
“Ass,” Arthur says, moving over to straddle Merlin in his chair. He’s not laced up his breeches, so it’s easy for Merlin to slip his fingers beneath Arthur’s tunic and breeches again to rub absently at the soft skin of his arse under his briefs.
“I still can’t believe you stole my underwear, you delinquent.”
“Hey, it gave me luck, didn’t it?” It had been a fun idea at the time as they were rushing to get out the door. Merlin’s always been the friskier one in their relationship, initiating sex with Arthur in all sorts of places: their friends’ bathrooms, in Merlin’s office, in the elevator, and on one particularly memorable occasion, Merlin had blown him under a table at a slow-going company dinner because Merlin had been bored.
It had been a no-brainer to steal a pair of Merlin’s briefs instead, especially because Arthur had been confident Merlin would probably fucking love it if Arthur wore his underwear when he stripped him. Truth be told, Arthur’d loved the idea of it himself - not just that of Merlin’s, ah, favour giving him luck, but the intimacy of it, a physical reminder of Merlin clinging so coyly to his skin.
And, well, Merlin had totally fucked his brains out because of how turned on he was, so score one to Arthur for that decision.
Merlin pulls him down by his mail again, drawing teeth over Arthur’s bottom lip before kissing him deeply. They stay like that for a while, Arthur’s mouth moving over Merlin’s collarbone, Merlin nuzzling at Arthur’s ear and whispering endearments and promises and little silly things he’ll completely deny once they get home.
After a bit, Merlin’s other hand dips low into Arthur’s briefs and slips between his cheeks to tease at his wet hole again. Arthur moans; he can’t help it. “You’re still so wet,” Merlin says softly against his mouth, almost in wonder. “Sloppy with my come and all that lube. So fucking hot.”
“You’re insatiable,” Arthur laughs incredulously, eyes widening when Merlin looks up at him, sly, pulling one of Arthur’s hands down to cup his cock where he’s already half-hard. He spreads his legs further on the floor, which in turn spreads Arthur’s legs wider where he’s straddling Merlin, giving Merlin more room to toy with his arse. “You can’t be serious... Merlin!”
“What do you say, sir knight?” Merlin drawls, pulling Arthur’s breeches down again to his knees in one sure movement before slipping his fingers inside again, crooking them so that Arthur has to clutch at his shoulders from the pleasure. “Round two?”
“I’ll fucking show you round two,” Arthur growls in reply, kicking off his breeches again and sinking down on Merlin’s cock.
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