#47 "Present" Arthur/Merlin, NC-17 [bondage, slight dubcon]
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin. Merlin all tied up, and Arthur taking advantage of it. [Kind of turned out a bit plottier than that, though, sorry - my boys do love a bit of a first time fic. Also... it turned into a Modern AU without me planning it!]
1644 words.
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“Is it my birthday?” Arthur asked, casually.
“Don’t be a prick, Arthur. Just untie me, yeah?” Merlin asked, like it was something as simple as letting him in if he forgot his keys, or lending him a DVD. Something casual and everyday. Not seeing his housemate of four years tied to his bed completely naked, and half hard to boot.
“Why should I?” Arthur asked, joking. He had to. It was only fair. Besides, however Merlin had ended up like this didn’t matter. Tonight, Arthur got to wank in his own bed, and remember seeing Merlin there.
“Because you’re an excellent housemate who loves pretty much everything I cook, but doesn’t even know how to work the microwave?” Merlin teased, like he had any standing. Like Arthur couldn’t just do whatever he wanted, and Jesus Fuck - now Arthur was half hard, too.
“I can too!” Arthur protested, trying to hide his condition. He moved closer to the bed, unable to stop looking. Merlin always was impossible to resist. He let his fingers trail the bedspread, trying to leer as he looked up at Merlin. He ignored the hitch of breath, telling himself to calm down, not even realising it wasn’t his own.
He moved to untie the rope at Merlin’s foot, but something stopped him, so he just let his hand rest there.
“You know, I’m going to have to ask you at some point what you’re doing naked on my bed,” Arthur said, casually, letting his eyes drop to Merlin’s half hard cock before looking back at his face. Then he dropped his gaze again, and let it stay there.
“What you’re doing naked and practically leaking pre-come all over my bed, Jesus,” Arthur corrected himself, reaching down to adjust himself. He didn’t even pretend to ignore Merlin’s moan at that. “You’re really hard for this, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s...”
“Just get on with it, you prick,” Merlin snapped. “So I get turned on being tied up? Everyone’s got their kinks. And your bed’s bigger than mine, of course I’d use it to get my rocks off. Now will you untie me so I can jerk off in my own bed, before killing the fucker who left me like this?”
“Yeah, okay,” Arthur said, not caring how distant his voice sounded. “Let me just... fuck, don’t think I can-”
He saw himself reaching out and did nothing to stop himself from stroking Merlin’s cock. Why should he? Merlin clearly wanted it.
“Fuck,” Merlin hissed. “Arthur... Arthur, what’re you doing?”
“I...” What’s Arthur doing? Oh, yes, that, get back on the thought train, Arthur. “You were only half hard when I came in the room. You didn’t get hard until you saw me looking, and don’t even try to say you didn’t start twitching when you saw me adjust myself, you kinky fucker.”
“What...?”
“You know what? I don’t think I am going to let you go, after all,” Arthur said, as conversationally as he could whilst jerking Merlin off. “Think I’m just going to do this all night.”
“You can’t!” Merlin protested, bucking into Arthur’s hand. “There’s no way I’d last out the night. Already pretty fucking close from being tied to your bed since ten am!”
“Ten am? Jesus, it’s five now. We might as well get you to twelve, hours, Merlin,” Arthur said, attempting a grin.
“Wanker.”
“Clotpole.”
“Dick head.”
“Pervert.”
“You’re the one taking advantage... oh fuck, yes!” Merlin hissed at Arthur twisted his wrist. “You’re the one taking advantage of a... ugh... perfectly innocent bystander... Yes, please, Arthur... fuck, going to come, gunna come, gunna - oh you bastard!”
“Innocent?” Arthur prompted, tightening his grip on Merlin’s balls. “You don’t seem very innocent to me. In fact, I very much get the impression that you want this.”
“Do I fuck want this,” Merlin hissed, his cock wilting slightly as the shock of pain stopped his orgasm flat. “Why would I want this?”
“Oh, I dunno,” Arthur began, trying to keep the teasing act up, trying not to doubt himself. “Something about you being hard, almost coming from me giving you a simple hand job...”
“That’s just because I’ve been naked and thinking about sex all day.”
“In my bed!”
“So what? I had Will over. We fuck in your bed because the single’s too small. He decided it’d be funny to leave me like this.”
“Merlin...” Arthur let go of his cock immediately, standing up. He wanted to untie Merlin and let him go, didn’t want to keep him here if he really didn’t want it. But Christ... he’d wanted this for so long. He had to be absolutely sure before he let Merlin go. He’d probably already fucked his friendship up too much. “I’m sorry.... It’s just - I saw you on my bed. Naked. And you got hard when I came close, so I thought, you know, ‘maybe it’s not just me, and he’s got an elaborate way of showing it’ and then your cock... Jesus, fuck it all to hell, but I’ve wanted to do that for years. Since first year. Since you thought I was a tosser, Christ, always wanted it, and here you were, tied up like something out of my best fantasies, and I wanted... I want... Merlin, I’m sorry, shit I didn’t mean to talk so much, and-”
Unfortunately for Arthur, he didn’t stop rambling even as he reached up to untie Merlin’s wrists.
The first hand Arthur untied reached out to stop Arthur before he could move on to the next, and Arthur finally looked down, flushed bright red.
“Sorry. I... I’ll understand if you want me to move out,” Arthur said, biting his lip.
“No! Christ, no, not even an option. Just shut the fuck up and listen to me a second, okay?” Merlin asked, waiting for Arthur’s nod. “Will did come over today, and we were going to fuck in your bed. I, er... I may bring most of my shags to your bed, actually. Quite a few of them are just a bit shorter than me, but broad and blonde, and love tying me up and fucking me. I might have gotten a bit carried away. Will didn’t leave me like this because he thought it would be funny. I called out your name. He was fucking me, but all I could think about was how much these pillows smell like you. Usually I bring my own bedding in, put a different sheet down, but I forgot today, or I didn’t want to, or something. But... Yeah. So Will finished himself off, called me pathetic and told me he’d leave me for you to find if I was so desperate for it. Spent all day going from half hard to almost coming through the power of my mind just thinking about you coming home, seeing me like this and doing exactly what you just did. But... I...”
“So... you, uh... this is mutual, then?”
“Fuck yes,” Merlin nodded, hurriedly, agreeing. “Only, um... I don’t think I wanna be tied up right now.”
“Oh, okay, I mean... I can untie you. You can shower, or something, if you want...”
“No, that’s not it,” Merlin said, voice small. “I mean. That stuff’s all fantasy, yeah? Where we’ve been together who knows how long, and we both know the safe words, and what we like, and all that stuff. Not for the night we finally get our heads out of our arses and admit that maybe, yeah, we both want this.”
“There’s no maybe on my part,” Arthur managed, breathless, but getting it. Of course he understood, he always seemed to know what Merlin needed. “I definitely want this. But you’re right. Tonight... lets just get each other off and talk, yeah? Only, can we not mention the talking to anyone else?”
“What, scared what Morgana will say about chick flicks?” Merlin asked, grinning as Arthur reached across to untie his remaining hand. They each took one of Merlin’s feet, and soon Merlin was stretching, sitting up properly, and reaching out to Arthur.
“Maybe a little,” Arthur admitted, not quite sure how to proceed. Merlin was naked, but Arthur was still fully dressed, and it was obvious they were both still hard. Where the fuck did they go from here?
“Okay. So... you get naked, right now,” Merlin demanded. “Then we get off. Then I admit that I’ve been crazy about you since before I knew you weren’t a tosser, and you remind me that you’ve wanted me since I thought you were a tosser, and we laugh about how long we could have been doing this. Then I get up, because seriously. I’ve been on this bed since ten, and I’m starving and desperate for a drink. Then... uh, well, I guess then we sleep a bit, yeah? In your bed, though, because there’s no way I’m moving, now.”
“Really?” Arthur grinned at him. “Because I could totally get behind you staying in my bed for hours at a time...”
“Of course you can,” Merlin grinned. “But yeah, really...”
“Sounds like a plan, then.”
And that’s exactly what they did. In years to come, though, they’d only mention that Merlin was like a present Arthur had to wait seven years to open - that having three years of uni, and four years as fledgling professionals, finding their feet and living together, without really having each other - is what gave them the chance to realise just how much they needed each other in their lives.
They’d never mention just how much time Merlin spent tied to Arthur’s bed posts, but sometimes Arthur thought they might have an idea. Especially considering the number of wristbands, watches, and other wrist jewellery everyone seemed to shove at Merlin.
Well... Arthur wasn’t going to complain.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin. Merlin all tied up, and Arthur taking advantage of it. [Kind of turned out a bit plottier than that, though, sorry - my boys do love a bit of a first time fic. Also... it turned into a Modern AU without me planning it!]
1644 words.
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“Is it my birthday?” Arthur asked, casually.
“Don’t be a prick, Arthur. Just untie me, yeah?” Merlin asked, like it was something as simple as letting him in if he forgot his keys, or lending him a DVD. Something casual and everyday. Not seeing his housemate of four years tied to his bed completely naked, and half hard to boot.
“Why should I?” Arthur asked, joking. He had to. It was only fair. Besides, however Merlin had ended up like this didn’t matter. Tonight, Arthur got to wank in his own bed, and remember seeing Merlin there.
“Because you’re an excellent housemate who loves pretty much everything I cook, but doesn’t even know how to work the microwave?” Merlin teased, like he had any standing. Like Arthur couldn’t just do whatever he wanted, and Jesus Fuck - now Arthur was half hard, too.
“I can too!” Arthur protested, trying to hide his condition. He moved closer to the bed, unable to stop looking. Merlin always was impossible to resist. He let his fingers trail the bedspread, trying to leer as he looked up at Merlin. He ignored the hitch of breath, telling himself to calm down, not even realising it wasn’t his own.
He moved to untie the rope at Merlin’s foot, but something stopped him, so he just let his hand rest there.
“You know, I’m going to have to ask you at some point what you’re doing naked on my bed,” Arthur said, casually, letting his eyes drop to Merlin’s half hard cock before looking back at his face. Then he dropped his gaze again, and let it stay there.
“What you’re doing naked and practically leaking pre-come all over my bed, Jesus,” Arthur corrected himself, reaching down to adjust himself. He didn’t even pretend to ignore Merlin’s moan at that. “You’re really hard for this, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s...”
“Just get on with it, you prick,” Merlin snapped. “So I get turned on being tied up? Everyone’s got their kinks. And your bed’s bigger than mine, of course I’d use it to get my rocks off. Now will you untie me so I can jerk off in my own bed, before killing the fucker who left me like this?”
“Yeah, okay,” Arthur said, not caring how distant his voice sounded. “Let me just... fuck, don’t think I can-”
He saw himself reaching out and did nothing to stop himself from stroking Merlin’s cock. Why should he? Merlin clearly wanted it.
“Fuck,” Merlin hissed. “Arthur... Arthur, what’re you doing?”
“I...” What’s Arthur doing? Oh, yes, that, get back on the thought train, Arthur. “You were only half hard when I came in the room. You didn’t get hard until you saw me looking, and don’t even try to say you didn’t start twitching when you saw me adjust myself, you kinky fucker.”
“What...?”
“You know what? I don’t think I am going to let you go, after all,” Arthur said, as conversationally as he could whilst jerking Merlin off. “Think I’m just going to do this all night.”
“You can’t!” Merlin protested, bucking into Arthur’s hand. “There’s no way I’d last out the night. Already pretty fucking close from being tied to your bed since ten am!”
“Ten am? Jesus, it’s five now. We might as well get you to twelve, hours, Merlin,” Arthur said, attempting a grin.
“Wanker.”
“Clotpole.”
“Dick head.”
“Pervert.”
“You’re the one taking advantage... oh fuck, yes!” Merlin hissed at Arthur twisted his wrist. “You’re the one taking advantage of a... ugh... perfectly innocent bystander... Yes, please, Arthur... fuck, going to come, gunna come, gunna - oh you bastard!”
“Innocent?” Arthur prompted, tightening his grip on Merlin’s balls. “You don’t seem very innocent to me. In fact, I very much get the impression that you want this.”
“Do I fuck want this,” Merlin hissed, his cock wilting slightly as the shock of pain stopped his orgasm flat. “Why would I want this?”
“Oh, I dunno,” Arthur began, trying to keep the teasing act up, trying not to doubt himself. “Something about you being hard, almost coming from me giving you a simple hand job...”
“That’s just because I’ve been naked and thinking about sex all day.”
“In my bed!”
“So what? I had Will over. We fuck in your bed because the single’s too small. He decided it’d be funny to leave me like this.”
“Merlin...” Arthur let go of his cock immediately, standing up. He wanted to untie Merlin and let him go, didn’t want to keep him here if he really didn’t want it. But Christ... he’d wanted this for so long. He had to be absolutely sure before he let Merlin go. He’d probably already fucked his friendship up too much. “I’m sorry.... It’s just - I saw you on my bed. Naked. And you got hard when I came close, so I thought, you know, ‘maybe it’s not just me, and he’s got an elaborate way of showing it’ and then your cock... Jesus, fuck it all to hell, but I’ve wanted to do that for years. Since first year. Since you thought I was a tosser, Christ, always wanted it, and here you were, tied up like something out of my best fantasies, and I wanted... I want... Merlin, I’m sorry, shit I didn’t mean to talk so much, and-”
Unfortunately for Arthur, he didn’t stop rambling even as he reached up to untie Merlin’s wrists.
The first hand Arthur untied reached out to stop Arthur before he could move on to the next, and Arthur finally looked down, flushed bright red.
“Sorry. I... I’ll understand if you want me to move out,” Arthur said, biting his lip.
“No! Christ, no, not even an option. Just shut the fuck up and listen to me a second, okay?” Merlin asked, waiting for Arthur’s nod. “Will did come over today, and we were going to fuck in your bed. I, er... I may bring most of my shags to your bed, actually. Quite a few of them are just a bit shorter than me, but broad and blonde, and love tying me up and fucking me. I might have gotten a bit carried away. Will didn’t leave me like this because he thought it would be funny. I called out your name. He was fucking me, but all I could think about was how much these pillows smell like you. Usually I bring my own bedding in, put a different sheet down, but I forgot today, or I didn’t want to, or something. But... Yeah. So Will finished himself off, called me pathetic and told me he’d leave me for you to find if I was so desperate for it. Spent all day going from half hard to almost coming through the power of my mind just thinking about you coming home, seeing me like this and doing exactly what you just did. But... I...”
“So... you, uh... this is mutual, then?”
“Fuck yes,” Merlin nodded, hurriedly, agreeing. “Only, um... I don’t think I wanna be tied up right now.”
“Oh, okay, I mean... I can untie you. You can shower, or something, if you want...”
“No, that’s not it,” Merlin said, voice small. “I mean. That stuff’s all fantasy, yeah? Where we’ve been together who knows how long, and we both know the safe words, and what we like, and all that stuff. Not for the night we finally get our heads out of our arses and admit that maybe, yeah, we both want this.”
“There’s no maybe on my part,” Arthur managed, breathless, but getting it. Of course he understood, he always seemed to know what Merlin needed. “I definitely want this. But you’re right. Tonight... lets just get each other off and talk, yeah? Only, can we not mention the talking to anyone else?”
“What, scared what Morgana will say about chick flicks?” Merlin asked, grinning as Arthur reached across to untie his remaining hand. They each took one of Merlin’s feet, and soon Merlin was stretching, sitting up properly, and reaching out to Arthur.
“Maybe a little,” Arthur admitted, not quite sure how to proceed. Merlin was naked, but Arthur was still fully dressed, and it was obvious they were both still hard. Where the fuck did they go from here?
“Okay. So... you get naked, right now,” Merlin demanded. “Then we get off. Then I admit that I’ve been crazy about you since before I knew you weren’t a tosser, and you remind me that you’ve wanted me since I thought you were a tosser, and we laugh about how long we could have been doing this. Then I get up, because seriously. I’ve been on this bed since ten, and I’m starving and desperate for a drink. Then... uh, well, I guess then we sleep a bit, yeah? In your bed, though, because there’s no way I’m moving, now.”
“Really?” Arthur grinned at him. “Because I could totally get behind you staying in my bed for hours at a time...”
“Of course you can,” Merlin grinned. “But yeah, really...”
“Sounds like a plan, then.”
And that’s exactly what they did. In years to come, though, they’d only mention that Merlin was like a present Arthur had to wait seven years to open - that having three years of uni, and four years as fledgling professionals, finding their feet and living together, without really having each other - is what gave them the chance to realise just how much they needed each other in their lives.
They’d never mention just how much time Merlin spent tied to Arthur’s bed posts, but sometimes Arthur thought they might have an idea. Especially considering the number of wristbands, watches, and other wrist jewellery everyone seemed to shove at Merlin.
Well... Arthur wasn’t going to complain.