Kink Me! #35
Kink Me! #35
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“Still alright?” Arthur asked, when he could go no further, buried to the hilt in Merlin’s arse.
“Fine...fuck, fine,” Merlin said but he sounded like he did when bearing a shield, waiting for the next flurry of blows to land.
Arthur slipped his arm around Merlin’s waist, holding him for a second in some silly moment of sentiment, of love. Then he shook himself and remembered that wasn’t something he should be thinking. He found Merlin’s cock with his hand and coaxed it back to hardness, daring to move against him when he was distracted enough by pleasure.
“Better?” Arthur asked, still shallowly fucking him.
“I said it was fine,” Merlin breathed, his eyes just about focusing enough to look over his shoulder at him. “I agreed to be tied up to your bed and I stayed there for hours. I spend hours as your target practice. I pick fights with you when I’m bored. I don’t mind a bit of pain, I assure you. In fact, I quite like it.”
Arthur looked at him, confused for a second, starting to question everything he’d thought he’d known up to this point about Merlin. “Even so, I don’t want to hurt you on purpose. Or not really hurt you at least.”
“Then don’t,” Merlin said simply. “But you don’t have to treat me like a startled deer either. I won’t bolt if you put some effort into it.”
Arthur laughed at the sheer nerve of him. He’d never win. Maybe that’s what he liked.
“Alright then,” Arthur said, tightening his grip on Merlin’s shoulder and dragging him in closer until he was almost upright on his knees again, pulling the rope as tight as it allowed. He knew pressed together like that, there was no deeper he could go so he rolled his hips, holding Merlin still and pressing his face into Merlin’s neck again, kissing and biting until the skin there was red too, purple in places he’d sucked.
When he was sure Merlin could take it, he let him go, pushing him back towards the pallet and smiling at the indignant noise he made at being manhandled so. That was another thing Arthur added to his list of likes, manhandling Merlin, he did it whenever the circumstances allowed him to, he was really rather surprised Merlin hadn’t figured him out yet. He hadn’t exactly been as subtle as he would have liked to have been.
Arthur moved his hand down, over Merlin’s back, nails catching and making Merlin shudder under his fingertips. He let his hand settle on Merlin’s hip, using it to direct himself, letting himself get rougher until there was no real pattern to his movements; he was just fucking him, simple as that. His other hand tightened its grip around Merlin’s cock, just in case he spilled himself before he could find the spot he was aiming for. He could feel that he was close, holding himself back purely for Merlin, so he could get him to come before him. They’d both been kept on the edge for so long, he was surprised they’d gotten this far, finally.
“Gods, Merlin, come, please, I can’t keep on like this,” Arthur pleaded with him, effort driving him down with Merlin until he was almost spread over his back. He placed a kiss between his shoulder blades for good measure.
“I was beginning to wonder if please was a word you knew,” Merlin said, trying to shift back up where his knees had gradually spread and had now become too far apart, pulling the rope painfully tight.
Arthur caught him, dragging him up again, pushing up into him with all he had. Merlin cried out, the angle finally right but still not enough. “Please, for me, Merlin.”
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