This Night (Arthur/Merlin)
A/N This is a repost from a Kink Me Bon Bon I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
Summary: This is a night when Arthur knows what Merlin needs in bed.
Warnings: hints of dom/sub, light bondage , hints of humiliation
Word count: 603
THIS NIGHT
Sometimes Arthur is careful with Merlin in bed, treating him as something fragile and precious, making love to him for hours with sweet words and soft touches.
Sometimes he’s rough with him because they’re both men and it’s fun and he knows Merlin can take it.
And sometimes he’s rough with him because he knows that Merlin needs it.
Sometimes the battles and the blood and the weight of responsibility just got to be too much for Merlin, and his tension showed in the tight line of his shoulders and the twitchiness around his eyes.
This night was a night like that.
Arthur manhandled him out of his clothes and shoved him down on the bed face first. He jammed oil-coated fingers into him without finesse, saying, “Don’t talk.”
Merlin was refusing to relax, the long muscles of his arms and legs taut. Arthur held him down and bit his shoulder hard, and fucked him fast and hard. He knew he was probably hurting Merlin a little, but he knew that sometimes Merlin needed a small dose of pain to let go.
He kept his lover on all fours, with nothing to rub his hard cock against. He loved doing Merlin like this, and he didn’t try to hold off his orgasm. When he pulled out, Merlin’s cock was bright red and leaking.
He flipped Merlin onto his back so he could study him. Merlin wasn’t there yet. On this night, he needed more than a good hard fuck.
He made his voice stern. “I won’t touch your cock tonight. And I’m not letting you touch it either.” Merlin’s eyes widened, but he kept the rest of his expression neutral. Arthur continued, “If you want to get off, you’ll have to rub off on the sheet like a little boy.”
Merlin looked at him like he hated him, and Arthur met his gaze evenly, “Go on then.”
He could see the emotions flashing across Merlin’s face. Merlin could never hide anything from him, not really. Finally, with a glare, he flipped back over and began moving his hips, rubbing his cock against the bedding.
Arthur wanted to reach for him, but it was too soon for tenderness. But watching Merlin’s ass moving sinuously as he tried to rub himself off was too inviting, so Arthur decided to help. He pushed his fingers back into Merlin’s sticky bottom and finger-fucked him until he came.
Merlin was finally limp and pliable in the aftermath of his orgasm, so Arthur lay down next to him, arranging both of them on their sides. But Merlin being Merlin, he had to have the last word. He said accusingly, “I can’t believe you made me do that. And I’m lying in a wet spot. And your spunk is leaking out of me.”
Arthur grabbed his waist and hauled him a foot closer, keeping one arm wrapped securely around him. “There, no more wet spot.”
He triumphantly pulled Merlin’s neckerchief out from where he had hidden it under his pillow, and used it to mop Merlin up, front and back, ignoring Merlin’s squeals of outrage.
“Shush,” he said. “Or I’ll gag you with the filthy thing.”
Arthur pulled Merlin tight against him and kissed his hair, murmuring “Sleep now.” And he wrapped his hands around Merlin’s thin wrists, knowing that it made Merlin feel safe and loved to fall asleep with his wrists lightly bound.
On this night, he had given Merlin what he needed.