FIC: the taste of other boys on your lips, Arthur/Merlin
Fic: the taste of other boys on your lips
Author: Acadia
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: RIDICULOUSLY NC-17
Summary: In which there is a truly ridiculous amounts of fucking.
Length: 4K. OF FUCKING. BECAUSE THAT IS HOW I ROLL.
Notes: For cherrybina, because I love her. <333 HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, DEAR.
Also, this is literally the most betaed piece of smut in the history of the world. puckling, omphale23, and psuedo_catalyst all took a look at it, and then blameitonmerlin and zeenell both helped make tweaks. IT TAKES AN ARMY, PEOPLE. <3333
Also also, this is for my kink_bingo card, for the square "bodily fluids." :D
So, on to the fic, yes? Yes.
Merlin is gorgeous like this, flushed and panting as he takes Arthur's fingers. They haven't been doing this long -- only since Beltane Eve, when Arthur had a little too much wine and Merlin had a little too much of watching Arthur flirt with other people -- and Arthur still isn't used to the sight of Merlin, stretched out and pale against the dark red of Arthur's sheets. He hopes he never gets used to it.
"More," Merlin says, breathless. "Arthur, please, more."
And that's another thing Arthur's yet to get used to: how...pliant Merlin is like this.
"Just who is the crown prince in this situation, Merlin," he says, hiding a grin in Merlin's thigh. "You'll get more when I bloody well want you to."
Merlin lifts his head, a feat which seems to require a substantial amount of effort. "You're such an arse," he says, feelingly, and thumps back into the pillows.
And yes, Merlin may be pliant, but he's still Merlin, and Arthur supposes he can't expect miracles. Not right away, anyway.
Still, Arthur can be magnanimous -- he is the future king of Camelot, after all -- so he kisses the closest bit of Merlin he can reach, a knee, and shushes him. He adds another finger to the two already inside Merlin, and Merlin groans, a long, drawn-out sound. His eyes flutter closed and he twists himself down further onto Arthur's hand.
"Shhh," Arthur says again, too entranced with the picture Merlin makes to make much sense himself. Arthur kisses up Merlin's thigh to his cock, thick and red and straining against his belly. He breathes warmly over the head, and Merlin makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and surges upward, nearly bucking Arthur off. Arthur huffs in amusement. "Stay still," he says, and holds down Merlin's restless hips with an arm across his waist. Merlin groans again, as though in pain, but his eyes are bright and hot when they meet Arthur's.
"It's not that bloody easy when you're doing that," Merlin says, without a hint of shame, the harlot.
Arthur smirks and twists his fingers, and all Merlin's new-found coherence leaves him with a startled fuck. Arthur grins; Merlin's mouth saying filthy words is one of Arthur's favorite things. Arthur leans down to capture his mouth in a deep, lush kiss; the kind Merlin's best at. If Arthur had known his manservant posessed so many hidden talents, he would’ve been far more eager to take him on that first day.
When Arthur finally pulls away, several minutes later and several degrees more turned on than he was before, Merlin smiles at him, his eyes dark and half-lidded and full of dirty promises. "Mmmm," he says, luxuriously, and shifts his hips where they lay pinned beneath Arthur's arm. "Arthur, I'm ready. Please." He shifts his hips again, deliberately rubbing the head of his cock along the back of Arthur’s arm. “Please.”
And really, Arthur can only resist temptation for so long. Future king he may be, but he's also only human, and Merlin, wanton and lovely and actually saying please beneath him, well... he’s certainly not about to resist that.
He pulls his fingers free of Merlin's body, Merlin moaning with the loss, and reaches for the bottle of oil on the bedside table. Merlin starts to turn over, but Arthur holds him still with one hand. "No. Like this," Arthur says, pressing Merlin down into the mattress.
Merlin makes an incoherent noise and subsides, his wide eyes following the movement of Arthur's hands as he slicks himself up with the oil. It feels so good, and Arthur spends several long moments just spreading the oil on himself and watching Merlin's eyes gleam in the candlelight.
"Arthur," Merlin licks his lips, "I think...I think you're slick enough."
"Mmm, not yet," Arthur says, and tries unsuccessfully to hide his smirk as Merlin glares at him. But Arthur can’t keep the smirk on his face for long, the feel of his own fingers on his cock and the hitching sound of Merlin’s breath too much to keep up the teasing. Merlin stares hungrily at Arthur’s hands where he’s still stroking himself, Merlin’s hands moving to touch his own cock. “No,” Arthur says, glancing at Merlin’s hands meaningfully. Merlin pouts but subsides back into the sheets, still staring at where Arthur is stroking himself, slow and deliberate. “Good boy,” Arthur says sweetly, and Merlin rolls his eyes but keeps his hands away from his cock. He’s finally learning to trust Arthur in this, too. Arthur smiles.
Finally, when Arthur’s just on the edge of coming undone, he stops, gripping the base of his cock tightly to ease himself down. When he has some measure of control back he spreads Merlin's thighs and settles between them, his fingers leaving damp smears of oil and precome on Merlin's skin. "Thank God," Merlin mutters, and Arthur graciously ignores him. He lines himself up, teasing Merlin's hole with the tip of his cock, just sinking in the tiniest bit before pulling out all the way again. It's torturous, but wonderful, and Arthur's prepared to do this for hours, or at least until he has Merlin begging beneath him. Arthur's nothing if not patient.
Merlin's moaning almost constantly beneath Arthur now, his back arched as he tries to fuck himself down onto Arthur's cock, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Arthur," he gasps, "Arthur, come on, fuck me already." His eyes are nearly black, wild with want. His cheeks are flushed pink, the wet, bitten curve of his mouth red and swollen with Arthur's kisses. He's possibly the most beautiful thing Arthur's ever seen. Not that Arthur's going to tell him that, of course.
"What do all good boys say when they want something?" Arthur says, his voice a little breathless, clearly a side-effect of holding himself poised above Merlin.
Merlin somehow manages to look both incredibly annoyed and incredibly turned on. It's a good look for him. "Honestly, such an arse," he says, glaring, but the white-knuckled grip he has on the sheets and the twitching of his cock belie the irritation in his words.
"Hmmm," Arthur says, drawing the sound out as he rubs the head of his oil-slick cock at Merlin's entrance. His eyes close involuntarily in bliss before he can force them open again. "No, I don't think that's what they say." He lets himself sink in a few inches before pulling out again. God, it’s so good, and Merlin is so hot and tight it’s all Arthur can do to keep from sinking all the way into that silky warmth. "Try again, Merlin,” he says, gritting his teeth against the pleasure of it, “I'm sure you'll get it."
"God," Merlin groans, his voice a desperate whine, "please, Arthur, please, just...get on with it already!"
"Ah," Arthur says, "that's more like it." He finally allows himself to sink, inch by slow inch, into the tight, wet heat Merlin's offering so shamelessly. Arthur clenches his teeth against a whimper, fingers bruising on Merlin’s hips as he slides in all the way. The sweet feel of Merlin all around his cock is amazing, and Arthur doesn’t want to move, even to start thrusting.
Merlin's breath hitches in his chest as Arthur fingers where he and Merlin are joined, the pink rim of Merlin's hole stretched full around Arthur's cock. "Fuck," Merlin breathes, and grabs his own thighs, pulling them to his chest. Arthur sinks in a few more delicious millimeters, and tries valiantly not to come right then, that small movement enough to push him dangerously close to the edge again. He squeezes his eyes shut against the picture Merlin makes and the feel of him around his cock. He's not nearly finished with Merlin yet; it wouldn't do to have this end before it's even really begun.
When he finally thinks he can move without embarrassing himself he leans forward, chest pressing into the backs of Merlin's thighs, and hitches Merlin's legs over his shoulders, Merlin’s calves against his back, as close as he can get to Merlin.
"Arthur, please," Merlin says, voice low. "Please, I need you to move."
Arthur can't say no to a request like that, so he moves, slow and steady and measured. Merlin's gone quiet and intense underneath him, his eyes closed and forehead creased in concentration. He makes a move to take himself in hand but Arthur grabs his wrist. “Just from this,” he says, pressing Merlin’s fingers into the linens. “Come just like this.” Just the idea of it is so hot it almost scorches Arthur from the inside out.
“I don’t...Arthur, I don’t know if I can.” Merlin’s gaze turns hesitant, and he bites down on the damp softness of his lower lip.
“You can,” Arthur says, sure. “Trust me, Merlin.”
Merlin’s only response is a steady gaze and, after a pause that feels like forever, a slow nod.
They move together silently after that, the only sounds the soft noise of their bodies meeting, the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Arthur can't stop watching where they join, the place where his cock disappears over and over again into Merlin's tight warmth. Merlin's so sweetly yielding like this, his body completely open to Arthur. Arthur wants to see more, wants to see Merlin laid bare and exposed and Arthur’s. Arthur digs his fingers more tightly into the soft skin of Merlin's thighs and hangs on, turning his face to place a chaste kiss on the underside of Merlin's knobbly knee.
Merlin looks at Arthur then, his eyes gone soft and liquid. "More," he says, commanding, and digs his heels into Arthur's back, pulling him closer. Arthur should probably say something about how he doesn't take orders from his manservant at this point, but it seems silly to do so when more is exactly what he wants, too.
So he ignores the frankly insolent tone to Merln's voice and pushes Merlin’s legs back towards his chest, bending him nearly double in an effort to reach his irritating, delicious mouth. Merlin whimpers when Arthur's not quite able to make it, Arthur grunting in frustration before he spreads Merlin's thighs wide to make room for him between his legs.
Arthur takes Merlin's mouth, the snap of his hips speeding up to match the slick thrust and glide of Arthur's tongue in Merlin's mouth.
They kiss for long minutes, Merlin's mouth hot and welcoming, his cock leaking steadily between their bellies. The soft head of Merlin’s cock rubs damply on Arthur’s stomach, leaving a slick trail of precome behind. Soon it’s too much, and Arthur has to pull away to breathe damply into the pale expanse of Merlin's neck, only barely managing to keep the rhythm of his hips steady.
"Arthur," Merlin breathes into Arthur's ear, "god, Arthur, you're so..." Merlin trails off vaguely, and Arthur's only stopped from asking just what Merlin thinks he is by Merlin threading his fingers through Arthur's hair and tugging his mouth up for another kiss.
This one is obscene where the other one was sweet, Merlin sucking nastily on Arthur's tongue and making hot little noises as Arthur speeds up his thrusts in response, hips snapping forward almost brutally. Merlin’s mouth is intoxicating, heady like wine, and Arthur can’t get enough of the sweet taste of Merlin’s lips, his tongue.
It can't last long after that, of course; it never does, once Merlin starts using his mouth like that, and it's not a minute later when Arthur comes inside the hot clench of Merlin's body, breaking the kiss so he can breathe. "Merlin," he gasps, and his fingers are going to leave bruises on Merlin's hips for days but he doesn't care, doesn't care, doesn't care.
He comes back to himself by degrees. He’s aware of the bittersweet feeling of slipping out of Merlin before noticing the deathgrip he still has on Merlin's arse, or Merlin's fingers stroking back the fringe from his eyes.
"Okay?" Merlin asks gently, carding his fingers through Arthur's hair as though he’s not still hard and dripping between their bellies.
Arthur kisses him again in answer, thorough and unhurried, catching his breath. "Yeah," he says when they break apart, allowing a slow, wicked smile to bloom across his face as he thinks of what he wants to try. Merlin looks suitably hesitant, but he smiles at Arthur anyway. Merlin always smiles back at Arthur, even when he shouldn't.
Arthur kisses down Merlin's throat to his chest, pausing to mouth each of Merlin's nipples. Merlin groans and arches his back, shoving his chest at Arthur in encouragement.
Arthur grins against his sternum. "Like that, do we?" he says, and blows cool air over a nipple.
Merlin takes a hitching breath and looks about ready to say something that will force Arthur to put him in the stocks, so Arthur puts his hand over Merlin's mouth. It's for his own good, really.
"Mmmphpmmph," Merlin says.
"What? I didn't quite catch that."
Merlin glares at Arthur over his hand, and then the brat has the temerity to lick his palm and look smug about it.
Arthur rolls his eyes and moves his hand away. "Oh please, like I wasn't covered in worse than your saliva this morning." He pauses a moment. “Or now, for that matter.”
"Complete. And. Utter. Tosser," Merlin enunciates.
"Mmm, maybe," Arthur agrees, and moves lower down Merlin's body so his breath ghosts across Merlin's erection as he speaks. "Still," he says, taking a great amount of delight in the little strangled Arthur Merlin can't hold back, "you're really quite besotted with me. It's alright Merlin, don't try to deny it. Everyone succumbs to my charms eventually."
Merlin snorts, undignified. "If that were the case --" he starts to say, so Arthur licks a long, wet line from the base of his cock to the tip. Purely to shut him up.
It works. Well, sort of.
Merlin makes a little whimpery noise high in his throat, the kind Arthur's secretly very fond of. "That's better," Arthur whispers against Merlin's hip. He kisses the jut of bone there, then follows the line of it down, past the cock heavy and full between Merlin's legs to his balls, drawn tight and high at the base of Merlin's dick. He kisses each one before licking past them, down to the cleft of Merlin's arse.
It's a mess, dripping with oil and Arthur's come, and Arthur takes a minute to admire his handiwork, his spent cock twitching interestedly. It's quite a lovely sight, and it makes something hot and possessive coil in his belly. "You're all messy," Arthur says, low, and smiles when Merlin makes another soft noise, Arthur’s cock filling a bit in response.
He leans in and kisses around the pink rim of Merlin's fucked-loose hole, lapping a little at the bit of his own come that's leaked out. Merlin makes a strange, strangled noise, but he doesn't protest. Good; Arthur wasn’t sure when he had first thought of doing this whether Merlin’s willingness to follow Arthur’s lead would extend this far. Arthur can only grin helplessly, pressing a hand to his swelling cock as Merlin actually opens his legs wider for Arthur, pulling himself further open with his hands so Arthur can really see what he’s doing.
"Jesus, Merlin," Arthur breathes, so turned on he can barely speak. He leans forward, licking in earnest before he grabs Merlin's hips and yanks Merlin back onto his tongue, fucking in to try and find the traces of himself he's left behind.
Merlin sets up a steady chant of Arthur Arthur Arthur above him, rocking back and forth shamelessly into Arthur's face. It's fantastic and debauched and filthy and Arthur loves it; loves the taste of him and Merlin mingling on his tongue; the way Merlin's gone completely incoherent underneath him, gripping desperately at the sheets. Arthur thinks they might rip, and he doesn't care. He could do this for hours.
“God, Arthur, I need to, can I...?” Merlin rasps, and Arthur lifts his head to find Merlin’s hand at his cock, thumb flicking over the wet head. Arthur sucks in a breath at the sight and just watches for a long moment. God, it pains Arthur to stop this show Merlin’s unknowingly putting on, but there’s something he wants more even than watching Merlin stroke himself to orgasm.
Arthur grabs Merlin’s hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing the slick fingers in apology. “Shhh,” he says, licking the precome from Merlin’s knuckles. “You can do it, Merlin. Just a little longer, okay?” Merlin moans and thrusts his hips ineffectually into the air. “Sweetheart, it’s alright, just...just do this for me, okay? You can do this for me, can’t you?” Arthur sucks two fingers into his mouth and bites down, giving Merlin something to focus on besides his need. Merlin looks wild and uncontrolled beneath him, his eyes barely focusing on Arthur anymore, but eventually his breathing steadies a little. His eyes find Arthur’s and he nods, shakily.
Arthur gives Merlin’s fingers one last parting lick before pulling them from his mouth. “Okay?” he asks, clutching Merlin’s hand in his own. His other hand pets Merlin’s thigh, soothing. Merlin nods again, attempting a slight smile. “Okay,” Arthur says, and brings Merlin’s hands up above his head, pressing them into the pillows. “Leave them there for me, okay? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Merlin manages, tremulous. “Yeah, I can...” he trails off.
Arthur smiles at Merlin, squeezing his thigh before using both hands to pull Merlin’s legs apart. He settles himself between them again. “Now,” he says, exhaling deliberately at Merlin’s twitching hole, “where was I?”
Arthur leans back in and licks delicately at the crack of Merlin’s arse. He laps in and around Merlin's hole, thorough, and when he's cleaned him off to his satisfaction he spreads Merlin wide with his thumbs, puts his mouth to Merlin's hole and sucks, a fresh flood of come filling his mouth.
Merlin moans feebly above him as Arthur thrusts his tongue in again and again, searching for any last taste of himself. Merlin’s hips are shifting restlessly against the sheets, and Arthur hears a dull riiiip from further up the bed. He ignores it and keeps going, fucking his tongue in as far as it can go. “Hmmm,” he hums, contemplatively, before pushing in a thumb alongside his tongue.
"Oh god," he hears Merlin say, “Arthur, I’m going to....” Arthur hums again, just focusing on fucking in deep, deeper, ignoring Merlin and what his noises are doing for Arthur’s own arousal. "Fuck!" Merlin breathes, desperately, and then Arthur can feel Merlin coming, Merlin clenching hot and unbearably tight around Arthur's tongue. Arthur just keeps licking him through it, tongue and thumb pressing in, in as Merlin comes apart around him.
When finally Merlin relaxes above him, Arthur pulls back and licks his lips, catching the taste of any last bit of himself.
Merlin looks up at him with eyes half-lidded and almost completely black, pupils surrounded only by the thinnest ring of feverish looking blue. There's an impressive puddle of come on Merlin's chest and belly. There might be some in his hair; Arthur's not sure.
"Ngghhh," Merlin says, and Arthur laughs a little, his own voice as husky as Merlin’s, and pets the quivering muscles in Merlin's thighs.
"You've made yourself messy again, Merlin," he says, gesturing to Merlin's chest and tutting. Merlin makes a kind of satisfied grunting sound that could maybe be considered words if Arthur were feeling very generous indeed.
"I guess," Arthur says, his voice low as he leans in to rub his renewed erection against Merlin's spent cock, "we'll just have to get you messier."
And so they do.
Author: Acadia
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: RIDICULOUSLY NC-17
Summary: In which there is a truly ridiculous amounts of fucking.
Length: 4K. OF FUCKING. BECAUSE THAT IS HOW I ROLL.
Notes: For cherrybina, because I love her. <333 HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, DEAR.
Also, this is literally the most betaed piece of smut in the history of the world. puckling, omphale23, and psuedo_catalyst all took a look at it, and then blameitonmerlin and zeenell both helped make tweaks. IT TAKES AN ARMY, PEOPLE. <3333
Also also, this is for my kink_bingo card, for the square "bodily fluids." :D
So, on to the fic, yes? Yes.
Merlin is gorgeous like this, flushed and panting as he takes Arthur's fingers. They haven't been doing this long -- only since Beltane Eve, when Arthur had a little too much wine and Merlin had a little too much of watching Arthur flirt with other people -- and Arthur still isn't used to the sight of Merlin, stretched out and pale against the dark red of Arthur's sheets. He hopes he never gets used to it.
"More," Merlin says, breathless. "Arthur, please, more."
And that's another thing Arthur's yet to get used to: how...pliant Merlin is like this.
"Just who is the crown prince in this situation, Merlin," he says, hiding a grin in Merlin's thigh. "You'll get more when I bloody well want you to."
Merlin lifts his head, a feat which seems to require a substantial amount of effort. "You're such an arse," he says, feelingly, and thumps back into the pillows.
And yes, Merlin may be pliant, but he's still Merlin, and Arthur supposes he can't expect miracles. Not right away, anyway.
Still, Arthur can be magnanimous -- he is the future king of Camelot, after all -- so he kisses the closest bit of Merlin he can reach, a knee, and shushes him. He adds another finger to the two already inside Merlin, and Merlin groans, a long, drawn-out sound. His eyes flutter closed and he twists himself down further onto Arthur's hand.
"Shhh," Arthur says again, too entranced with the picture Merlin makes to make much sense himself. Arthur kisses up Merlin's thigh to his cock, thick and red and straining against his belly. He breathes warmly over the head, and Merlin makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and surges upward, nearly bucking Arthur off. Arthur huffs in amusement. "Stay still," he says, and holds down Merlin's restless hips with an arm across his waist. Merlin groans again, as though in pain, but his eyes are bright and hot when they meet Arthur's.
"It's not that bloody easy when you're doing that," Merlin says, without a hint of shame, the harlot.
Arthur smirks and twists his fingers, and all Merlin's new-found coherence leaves him with a startled fuck. Arthur grins; Merlin's mouth saying filthy words is one of Arthur's favorite things. Arthur leans down to capture his mouth in a deep, lush kiss; the kind Merlin's best at. If Arthur had known his manservant posessed so many hidden talents, he would’ve been far more eager to take him on that first day.
When Arthur finally pulls away, several minutes later and several degrees more turned on than he was before, Merlin smiles at him, his eyes dark and half-lidded and full of dirty promises. "Mmmm," he says, luxuriously, and shifts his hips where they lay pinned beneath Arthur's arm. "Arthur, I'm ready. Please." He shifts his hips again, deliberately rubbing the head of his cock along the back of Arthur’s arm. “Please.”
And really, Arthur can only resist temptation for so long. Future king he may be, but he's also only human, and Merlin, wanton and lovely and actually saying please beneath him, well... he’s certainly not about to resist that.
He pulls his fingers free of Merlin's body, Merlin moaning with the loss, and reaches for the bottle of oil on the bedside table. Merlin starts to turn over, but Arthur holds him still with one hand. "No. Like this," Arthur says, pressing Merlin down into the mattress.
Merlin makes an incoherent noise and subsides, his wide eyes following the movement of Arthur's hands as he slicks himself up with the oil. It feels so good, and Arthur spends several long moments just spreading the oil on himself and watching Merlin's eyes gleam in the candlelight.
"Arthur," Merlin licks his lips, "I think...I think you're slick enough."
"Mmm, not yet," Arthur says, and tries unsuccessfully to hide his smirk as Merlin glares at him. But Arthur can’t keep the smirk on his face for long, the feel of his own fingers on his cock and the hitching sound of Merlin’s breath too much to keep up the teasing. Merlin stares hungrily at Arthur’s hands where he’s still stroking himself, Merlin’s hands moving to touch his own cock. “No,” Arthur says, glancing at Merlin’s hands meaningfully. Merlin pouts but subsides back into the sheets, still staring at where Arthur is stroking himself, slow and deliberate. “Good boy,” Arthur says sweetly, and Merlin rolls his eyes but keeps his hands away from his cock. He’s finally learning to trust Arthur in this, too. Arthur smiles.
Finally, when Arthur’s just on the edge of coming undone, he stops, gripping the base of his cock tightly to ease himself down. When he has some measure of control back he spreads Merlin's thighs and settles between them, his fingers leaving damp smears of oil and precome on Merlin's skin. "Thank God," Merlin mutters, and Arthur graciously ignores him. He lines himself up, teasing Merlin's hole with the tip of his cock, just sinking in the tiniest bit before pulling out all the way again. It's torturous, but wonderful, and Arthur's prepared to do this for hours, or at least until he has Merlin begging beneath him. Arthur's nothing if not patient.
Merlin's moaning almost constantly beneath Arthur now, his back arched as he tries to fuck himself down onto Arthur's cock, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Arthur," he gasps, "Arthur, come on, fuck me already." His eyes are nearly black, wild with want. His cheeks are flushed pink, the wet, bitten curve of his mouth red and swollen with Arthur's kisses. He's possibly the most beautiful thing Arthur's ever seen. Not that Arthur's going to tell him that, of course.
"What do all good boys say when they want something?" Arthur says, his voice a little breathless, clearly a side-effect of holding himself poised above Merlin.
Merlin somehow manages to look both incredibly annoyed and incredibly turned on. It's a good look for him. "Honestly, such an arse," he says, glaring, but the white-knuckled grip he has on the sheets and the twitching of his cock belie the irritation in his words.
"Hmmm," Arthur says, drawing the sound out as he rubs the head of his oil-slick cock at Merlin's entrance. His eyes close involuntarily in bliss before he can force them open again. "No, I don't think that's what they say." He lets himself sink in a few inches before pulling out again. God, it’s so good, and Merlin is so hot and tight it’s all Arthur can do to keep from sinking all the way into that silky warmth. "Try again, Merlin,” he says, gritting his teeth against the pleasure of it, “I'm sure you'll get it."
"God," Merlin groans, his voice a desperate whine, "please, Arthur, please, just...get on with it already!"
"Ah," Arthur says, "that's more like it." He finally allows himself to sink, inch by slow inch, into the tight, wet heat Merlin's offering so shamelessly. Arthur clenches his teeth against a whimper, fingers bruising on Merlin’s hips as he slides in all the way. The sweet feel of Merlin all around his cock is amazing, and Arthur doesn’t want to move, even to start thrusting.
Merlin's breath hitches in his chest as Arthur fingers where he and Merlin are joined, the pink rim of Merlin's hole stretched full around Arthur's cock. "Fuck," Merlin breathes, and grabs his own thighs, pulling them to his chest. Arthur sinks in a few more delicious millimeters, and tries valiantly not to come right then, that small movement enough to push him dangerously close to the edge again. He squeezes his eyes shut against the picture Merlin makes and the feel of him around his cock. He's not nearly finished with Merlin yet; it wouldn't do to have this end before it's even really begun.
When he finally thinks he can move without embarrassing himself he leans forward, chest pressing into the backs of Merlin's thighs, and hitches Merlin's legs over his shoulders, Merlin’s calves against his back, as close as he can get to Merlin.
"Arthur, please," Merlin says, voice low. "Please, I need you to move."
Arthur can't say no to a request like that, so he moves, slow and steady and measured. Merlin's gone quiet and intense underneath him, his eyes closed and forehead creased in concentration. He makes a move to take himself in hand but Arthur grabs his wrist. “Just from this,” he says, pressing Merlin’s fingers into the linens. “Come just like this.” Just the idea of it is so hot it almost scorches Arthur from the inside out.
“I don’t...Arthur, I don’t know if I can.” Merlin’s gaze turns hesitant, and he bites down on the damp softness of his lower lip.
“You can,” Arthur says, sure. “Trust me, Merlin.”
Merlin’s only response is a steady gaze and, after a pause that feels like forever, a slow nod.
They move together silently after that, the only sounds the soft noise of their bodies meeting, the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Arthur can't stop watching where they join, the place where his cock disappears over and over again into Merlin's tight warmth. Merlin's so sweetly yielding like this, his body completely open to Arthur. Arthur wants to see more, wants to see Merlin laid bare and exposed and Arthur’s. Arthur digs his fingers more tightly into the soft skin of Merlin's thighs and hangs on, turning his face to place a chaste kiss on the underside of Merlin's knobbly knee.
Merlin looks at Arthur then, his eyes gone soft and liquid. "More," he says, commanding, and digs his heels into Arthur's back, pulling him closer. Arthur should probably say something about how he doesn't take orders from his manservant at this point, but it seems silly to do so when more is exactly what he wants, too.
So he ignores the frankly insolent tone to Merln's voice and pushes Merlin’s legs back towards his chest, bending him nearly double in an effort to reach his irritating, delicious mouth. Merlin whimpers when Arthur's not quite able to make it, Arthur grunting in frustration before he spreads Merlin's thighs wide to make room for him between his legs.
Arthur takes Merlin's mouth, the snap of his hips speeding up to match the slick thrust and glide of Arthur's tongue in Merlin's mouth.
They kiss for long minutes, Merlin's mouth hot and welcoming, his cock leaking steadily between their bellies. The soft head of Merlin’s cock rubs damply on Arthur’s stomach, leaving a slick trail of precome behind. Soon it’s too much, and Arthur has to pull away to breathe damply into the pale expanse of Merlin's neck, only barely managing to keep the rhythm of his hips steady.
"Arthur," Merlin breathes into Arthur's ear, "god, Arthur, you're so..." Merlin trails off vaguely, and Arthur's only stopped from asking just what Merlin thinks he is by Merlin threading his fingers through Arthur's hair and tugging his mouth up for another kiss.
This one is obscene where the other one was sweet, Merlin sucking nastily on Arthur's tongue and making hot little noises as Arthur speeds up his thrusts in response, hips snapping forward almost brutally. Merlin’s mouth is intoxicating, heady like wine, and Arthur can’t get enough of the sweet taste of Merlin’s lips, his tongue.
It can't last long after that, of course; it never does, once Merlin starts using his mouth like that, and it's not a minute later when Arthur comes inside the hot clench of Merlin's body, breaking the kiss so he can breathe. "Merlin," he gasps, and his fingers are going to leave bruises on Merlin's hips for days but he doesn't care, doesn't care, doesn't care.
He comes back to himself by degrees. He’s aware of the bittersweet feeling of slipping out of Merlin before noticing the deathgrip he still has on Merlin's arse, or Merlin's fingers stroking back the fringe from his eyes.
"Okay?" Merlin asks gently, carding his fingers through Arthur's hair as though he’s not still hard and dripping between their bellies.
Arthur kisses him again in answer, thorough and unhurried, catching his breath. "Yeah," he says when they break apart, allowing a slow, wicked smile to bloom across his face as he thinks of what he wants to try. Merlin looks suitably hesitant, but he smiles at Arthur anyway. Merlin always smiles back at Arthur, even when he shouldn't.
Arthur kisses down Merlin's throat to his chest, pausing to mouth each of Merlin's nipples. Merlin groans and arches his back, shoving his chest at Arthur in encouragement.
Arthur grins against his sternum. "Like that, do we?" he says, and blows cool air over a nipple.
Merlin takes a hitching breath and looks about ready to say something that will force Arthur to put him in the stocks, so Arthur puts his hand over Merlin's mouth. It's for his own good, really.
"Mmmphpmmph," Merlin says.
"What? I didn't quite catch that."
Merlin glares at Arthur over his hand, and then the brat has the temerity to lick his palm and look smug about it.
Arthur rolls his eyes and moves his hand away. "Oh please, like I wasn't covered in worse than your saliva this morning." He pauses a moment. “Or now, for that matter.”
"Complete. And. Utter. Tosser," Merlin enunciates.
"Mmm, maybe," Arthur agrees, and moves lower down Merlin's body so his breath ghosts across Merlin's erection as he speaks. "Still," he says, taking a great amount of delight in the little strangled Arthur Merlin can't hold back, "you're really quite besotted with me. It's alright Merlin, don't try to deny it. Everyone succumbs to my charms eventually."
Merlin snorts, undignified. "If that were the case --" he starts to say, so Arthur licks a long, wet line from the base of his cock to the tip. Purely to shut him up.
It works. Well, sort of.
Merlin makes a little whimpery noise high in his throat, the kind Arthur's secretly very fond of. "That's better," Arthur whispers against Merlin's hip. He kisses the jut of bone there, then follows the line of it down, past the cock heavy and full between Merlin's legs to his balls, drawn tight and high at the base of Merlin's dick. He kisses each one before licking past them, down to the cleft of Merlin's arse.
It's a mess, dripping with oil and Arthur's come, and Arthur takes a minute to admire his handiwork, his spent cock twitching interestedly. It's quite a lovely sight, and it makes something hot and possessive coil in his belly. "You're all messy," Arthur says, low, and smiles when Merlin makes another soft noise, Arthur’s cock filling a bit in response.
He leans in and kisses around the pink rim of Merlin's fucked-loose hole, lapping a little at the bit of his own come that's leaked out. Merlin makes a strange, strangled noise, but he doesn't protest. Good; Arthur wasn’t sure when he had first thought of doing this whether Merlin’s willingness to follow Arthur’s lead would extend this far. Arthur can only grin helplessly, pressing a hand to his swelling cock as Merlin actually opens his legs wider for Arthur, pulling himself further open with his hands so Arthur can really see what he’s doing.
"Jesus, Merlin," Arthur breathes, so turned on he can barely speak. He leans forward, licking in earnest before he grabs Merlin's hips and yanks Merlin back onto his tongue, fucking in to try and find the traces of himself he's left behind.
Merlin sets up a steady chant of Arthur Arthur Arthur above him, rocking back and forth shamelessly into Arthur's face. It's fantastic and debauched and filthy and Arthur loves it; loves the taste of him and Merlin mingling on his tongue; the way Merlin's gone completely incoherent underneath him, gripping desperately at the sheets. Arthur thinks they might rip, and he doesn't care. He could do this for hours.
“God, Arthur, I need to, can I...?” Merlin rasps, and Arthur lifts his head to find Merlin’s hand at his cock, thumb flicking over the wet head. Arthur sucks in a breath at the sight and just watches for a long moment. God, it pains Arthur to stop this show Merlin’s unknowingly putting on, but there’s something he wants more even than watching Merlin stroke himself to orgasm.
Arthur grabs Merlin’s hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing the slick fingers in apology. “Shhh,” he says, licking the precome from Merlin’s knuckles. “You can do it, Merlin. Just a little longer, okay?” Merlin moans and thrusts his hips ineffectually into the air. “Sweetheart, it’s alright, just...just do this for me, okay? You can do this for me, can’t you?” Arthur sucks two fingers into his mouth and bites down, giving Merlin something to focus on besides his need. Merlin looks wild and uncontrolled beneath him, his eyes barely focusing on Arthur anymore, but eventually his breathing steadies a little. His eyes find Arthur’s and he nods, shakily.
Arthur gives Merlin’s fingers one last parting lick before pulling them from his mouth. “Okay?” he asks, clutching Merlin’s hand in his own. His other hand pets Merlin’s thigh, soothing. Merlin nods again, attempting a slight smile. “Okay,” Arthur says, and brings Merlin’s hands up above his head, pressing them into the pillows. “Leave them there for me, okay? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Merlin manages, tremulous. “Yeah, I can...” he trails off.
Arthur smiles at Merlin, squeezing his thigh before using both hands to pull Merlin’s legs apart. He settles himself between them again. “Now,” he says, exhaling deliberately at Merlin’s twitching hole, “where was I?”
Arthur leans back in and licks delicately at the crack of Merlin’s arse. He laps in and around Merlin's hole, thorough, and when he's cleaned him off to his satisfaction he spreads Merlin wide with his thumbs, puts his mouth to Merlin's hole and sucks, a fresh flood of come filling his mouth.
Merlin moans feebly above him as Arthur thrusts his tongue in again and again, searching for any last taste of himself. Merlin’s hips are shifting restlessly against the sheets, and Arthur hears a dull riiiip from further up the bed. He ignores it and keeps going, fucking his tongue in as far as it can go. “Hmmm,” he hums, contemplatively, before pushing in a thumb alongside his tongue.
"Oh god," he hears Merlin say, “Arthur, I’m going to....” Arthur hums again, just focusing on fucking in deep, deeper, ignoring Merlin and what his noises are doing for Arthur’s own arousal. "Fuck!" Merlin breathes, desperately, and then Arthur can feel Merlin coming, Merlin clenching hot and unbearably tight around Arthur's tongue. Arthur just keeps licking him through it, tongue and thumb pressing in, in as Merlin comes apart around him.
When finally Merlin relaxes above him, Arthur pulls back and licks his lips, catching the taste of any last bit of himself.
Merlin looks up at him with eyes half-lidded and almost completely black, pupils surrounded only by the thinnest ring of feverish looking blue. There's an impressive puddle of come on Merlin's chest and belly. There might be some in his hair; Arthur's not sure.
"Ngghhh," Merlin says, and Arthur laughs a little, his own voice as husky as Merlin’s, and pets the quivering muscles in Merlin's thighs.
"You've made yourself messy again, Merlin," he says, gesturing to Merlin's chest and tutting. Merlin makes a kind of satisfied grunting sound that could maybe be considered words if Arthur were feeling very generous indeed.
"I guess," Arthur says, his voice low as he leans in to rub his renewed erection against Merlin's spent cock, "we'll just have to get you messier."
And so they do.