Kink Me! #5
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Merlin´s head jerked up. “Gods, you scared me Arthur!” He made a half-hearted attempt to cover the pictures in the book with his arm, but knew it was useless. Arthur was already pushing him away so he could see for himself. He inhaled loudly when he took in the scene, and the next moment his fingers lay next to Merlin´s, nudging the couple depicted. When he raised his head and locked gaze with Merlin he was a bit flushed.
“You know, there are others! Have you seen them?” There was a challenge in that question somewhere and Merlin expected to see one of Arthur´s significant smirks, but it never showed.
“The poetry and the myths?”
Arthur shook his head. “Others, with pictures. Do you want me to show you?”
Merlin´s mouth was so dry he couldn´t produce a sensible answer, but Arthur brought down several volumes and spread them over the table surface, directing one specifically towards him. Even though he felt embarrassed, sweating and blushing, he took the offered scroll. To his relief Arthur leant over another allowing him to explore the pictures alone and unsupervised.
The material of the scroll was as exquisite as the pictures it presented: men in colourful robes with long hair tied up high on their sculls, resting in each other´s company, men kissing and cuddling, and several pictures showed young men lying down on their stomachs with other men pressed along their backs. And then there was fucking in earnest. The small amount of naked skin and bodies covered by clothes in varying degree tickled Merlin´s imagination more than the fully naked pictures had before. It was easy to imagine a hand sneaking up under ones tunic, caressing the soft skin of one´s lower abdomen or someone pressing up against you from behind, revealing his hard length to your thigh and arse.
When Merlin looked up from the scroll he met Arthur´s darkened, glossy eyes only inches from his own and realized he had been breathing hard enough for Arthur to hear. The small space suddenly felt too limited. They were close, much closer than normal. Merlin could smell the sweat from Arthur´s warm body and he could distinguish the specific scent of soap he used. Their elbows almost touched and he followed the line of Arthur´s arm all the way to where the hand forcefully held on to the table surface, knuckles going white, and then he saw what Arthur had been looking at. He let out a gasp of shock. An orgy, at least Merlin thought it was an orgy, he had only heard about them in myths and burlesque tales. This showed a dozen or more men involved in different acts of sodomy: standing, lying down, face to face and from behind. Arthur had been watching the lewdest of pictures standing right next to Merlin, apparently wanting to show it to him. What did he want?
One of the images showed three men together with one of them taking his beloved in his mouth. Merlin had not even heard about such an act. Did people really do that to one another? Would it not be disgusting? The smell of dust, parchment and dry paper mixed with the scent of Arthur. A quick glance revealed the dampness covering Arthur´s upper lip and how his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips over and over again. The slow pooling heat that had possessed Merlin up till this moment caught fire. For a moment he desperately wanted to touch himself, and then that urge became a desire to touch Arthur instead.
Tentatively he loosened Arthur´s cramped fingers and released his hand from the edge of the table. He lifted it and pressed it to his half-open mouth, letting hot, damp air ghost over its back. Arthur looked at him, all wide eyes and open mouth.
“Merlin, you don´t know what you are doing!” Arthur´s voice was nothing but trembling whisper.
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“I want you, Merlin. Let me … please.”
When Merlin gave a shaky nod, he untied the string holding Merlin´s breeches up and cupped him through the fabric. Merlin bucked up into the pressure, breathing fast and heavily, while fondling Arthur´s slim waist and broad chest. The open-mouthed kisses he pressed to Merlin´s jaw and neck were given with complete abandon, and when Merlin felt his tongue tracing a wet path over his collarbone he moaned. Then he reached for Merlin´s breeches and Merlin tried to recoil.
“No?” Arthur was on his knees, looking up, expectantly but ready to stop his advances as if Merlin´s opinion was important to him.
“Well …yes.”
He saw Arthur leaning back a little before lowering his breeches. Arthur gaze wandered between the new view presented to him and Merlin´s eyes, his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but couldn´t find the words. Then he carefully stroked Merlin´s thighs, first the outsides and then the more delicate and softer skin on the inner sides, letting his fingers glide all the way up nudging his buttocks and tight sac. “I want to try something. Ever since I saw those scrolls, I´ve wanted to do this … to you.” He had been looking up at Merlin but now he lowered his head and rested it against Merlin´s stomach. Arthur´s face was less than an inch from his slightly twitching cock. Every breath Arthur took ghosted over him, sending sparks of pleasure that threatened to take him over the edge. When Arthur did place a fumbling kiss to him and smeared his lips with pre-come, inhaling loudly as if to see what he thought of the taste and smell, Merlin desperately had to focus on not coming. Because how would he live it down if he came all over Arthur´s face? Arthur tightened his grip to Merlin´s hips and continued with open-mouthed kisses. The soft moans that earlier had escaped Merlin´s mouth turned into deep groans when hot, red lips encircled him. The pace was irregular at best, there was occasional scrapes of teeth, and the sounds were obscenely wet. And yet it was brilliant!
The tightening of his balls and the burning tension in his lower parts came over him so fast he almost panicked. “Arthur! Arthur, stop! Stop!” The smiling face Arthur raised towards him presented dark red swollen lips and chin and cheeks glistening with spit.
“Any good?”
“Yeah!” he panted and smiled reassuringly.
“So you don´t mind if we try something else then?”
Arthur´s smile definitely hid one of those familiar smirks and it felt as if he should say no, but he couldn´t. He was curious about what Arthur had in mind, and if it was what he thought, what it would be like. And he was horny, oh so horny, he might have done just about anything Arthur asked of him at that moment.
Merlin pulled Arthur up and presented a few sloppy kisses at his mouth and jaw. He let his trembling hand slip down into his breeches, and Arthur assisted by untying the string holding them in place and letting them fall to the floor. He had never touched another man´s cock, but he knew he liked it when his fingers brushed along that silk soft skin, and wanted more.
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“Oh, you have magic fingers, Merlin … But we can´t …”
Merlin froze for a moment, if Arthur was about to say something along the lines of what he had said yesterday he wouldn´t know what to do with himself, because he really wanted this to happen and he honestly thought Arthur wanted it as well. But then Arthur continued: ”… if you go on I won´t last. Please.”
And instead of ending anything, he manhandled Merlin over the little table. Before Merlin had a chance to object he felt slick fingers sliding along his arse. He wondered what Arthur saw, all white skin and a dark crevice, and when the wet fingers circled his most secret place he froze again. “Arthur? Arthur, what are you doing?” He had to raise his voice to get a reaction, and tried to look over his shoulder. When Arthur responded his voice was low and husky.
“I need you, Merlin, yeah?”
The pictures in the books and scrolls had shown men fucking with what looked like great pleasure, but the thought of actually letting Arthur do that … made his chest tighten and his cock throb and the burning heat increased tenfold. He grunted something incoherent in answer as Arthur already had a finger up where he thought no fingers would ever go, slipping it back and forth and wiggling it at the same time. When the second finger accompanied the first it stretched, but it didn´t hurt as he had thought it would. If he had not been so wanton for this, he quivered and whimpered, he would surely have died of shame. Instead he spread his legs further and rocked his hips into that movement. The fingers pulled out and Arthur fumbled, one shaky hand at his hip, the other … yes, that must be … much bigger than a couple of fingers … and now he pushed.
“Ow!” Merlin flinched, suppressing the urge to cover his arse with his hands. “You prat! You have to slick me up first!”
“I have … hrm, slicked you up!”
“Spit won´t do, clotpole. In my bag, there´s a jar of hand salve … “ He gestured at the bag on the floor and Arthur obliged.
“Really, Merlin? Hand salve? What are you - a girl?”
Merlin sighed, more with frustration than anything else. “Well, one would think you knew by now! Come on!”
The salve was of the thick, white-ich, strange smelling kind that sort of melted at contact with a warm body. “I´m slicking up now.” Arthur leant over Merlin´s back and teasingly whispered into his ear. “And you …” Merlin felt the familiar pressure of fingers and then the more intense pressure of something hotter and bigger as Arthur slowly, slowly pressed his way in a half-inch at a time with tiny, tiny rocking motions. It burnt, but in a good way, and the dull kind of pain he felt was easily ignored for the benefit of the increasing heat that was rapidly building.
Arthur cradled him from behind while pulling out and pushing in. “Is it any good? Is it okay, Merlin? I´m not hurting you, am I?” If he hadn´t known Arthur better, he would easily have thought the questions whispered into his ear a sign of love, or at least genuine consideration, now he chose to ignore them, shifted his arms trying to avoid tearing or creasing the pages of the books underneath. The fumbling thrusts changed into more confident ones, pace increasing. At one moment Arthur pulled out too fast and too far and slipped out with a sloppy sound: “Sorry, sorry … didn´t mean to”: and pushed back in, while caressing Merlin´s hip and covering his neck and nape with more kisses. After that it went smoother and whenever Arthur hit that special spot inside he wanted to scream with pleasure, it felt so intense, tingling, burning, hot. He needed more and as if Arthur had known he folded his fingers around him. “Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, “ he grunted. “You make me feel so good. I love this, Merlin.”
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From another part of the library came the muffled sounds of footsteps. They weren´t alone, and considering how little they had cared about the noise they were making, how much had the other person heard of them? The sound of footsteps came closer.
“Someone here?”
Geoffrey! They flew apart, reached for their breeches and tried to tie the strings with trembling hands to hold them in place. The books and scrolls were a disaster. Merlin used his arm to wipe the sticky pages clean, while Arthur shoved the scrolls and books back into the shelves. It looked neither neat nor proper when Geoffrey turned around the corner but they were covered up even though their tunics were askew and Merlin hadn´t found his belt, and their hair was completely dishevelled.
“You again!” Geoffrey exclaimed when he saw Merlin. “And … oh, Sire, Prince Arthur.” And if he found anything out of the ordinary he took no notice in the Prince´s presence. “Anything I can do for you?”
“No, I think we are all done here.” Arthur turned towards Merlin and smirked. “I got what I came for.” He looked pointedly towards Merlin´s bag. “My manservant will carry my books for me. Make sure you bring them straight to my chambers, Merlin, I´m eager to continue my studies as soon as possible.”
Then Arthur strode out of the library. Merlin grabbed his bag, recognizing the shape of a book when patting it, and shuffled after him. If they were to continue these so called studies, it better be Arthur´s turn to bottom, because no matter how good it had been, his arse would not appreciate another go this close to the first one. But then again his cock seemed to disagree with an ominous twitch.
Geoffrey sighed a little at the mess the two boys left behind. Obviously they had taken out all the books from the erotic books´ section, as he liked to think of it, and just look at them now, all maltreated. Young people had no respect of the treasures his library kept. With careful hands he pulled them out, piled them on the little table before checking all the titles, flattening all creased pages and drying all damp spots. He shook his head in disbelief, the Prince and his manservant fucking in the library really was too much for an old man. It had been hard enough to handle that time some twenty years ago when he almost walked in on the King and Queen Igraine, and they had not been as sloppy as this latest couple. There were no limits to what erotica did to people and their libidos. And of course the pillow book with the delicious illustrations from the brothel was missing - again!
NSFW Art can be seen here, in order of appearance:
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/gay-art-japan/miyagawa-issho-shunga-scroll/nanshoku-issho-kabuki-sex.html
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/china-homosexual-art/erotic-gay-scroll/gay-orgy-chinese-scroll.html
http://www.gay-art-history.org/gay-history/gay-art/gay-art-japan/ishikawa-toyonobu-gay-brothel/toyonobu-homosexual-brothel.html
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