Commentfic meme #2 - for misspamela (Merlin/Arthur)
Commentfic meme #2 - for 
misspamela
This one ALSO got a little too long for a comment, and is also unbetaed. The prompt was "Merlin/Arthur PORN."
"Merlin, what's that you're reading?" Arthur demanded.
I wish it were my spellbook, he thought miserably, as the prickling flush of embarrassment crept up the back of his neck and burned across his cheeks.
"Just, ah. Just some… classical… Greek… classics. Um."
Arthur arched an inquiring brow.
"Military, ah, historical… history. You know. For, um, to be prepared? For the future?" he squeaked, as Arthur plucked the scroll from his hands.
Arthur's other eyebrow rose to join the first. "A history of the Theban Band?"
"Just, um, they were… successful? And, uh. Oh, damn. I'm reading it because it's hot, all right? This is my room. Do you mind?" he bit out, making a grab for the scroll and thumping up against Arthur's chest as he held it out of reach.
"I don't mind at all," Arthur rumbled, and pulled him even closer.
Merlin pulled back enough to gawp at Arthur, who muttered something like, "gormless idiot" and tugged him up until their mouths were brushing softly. "Thank god you're a pervert, or I'd never have been certain about you."
And Merlin would have protested that, except Arthur's mouth, and then his hands, and, oh, his skin where Merlin's fingers found their way beneath his tunic.
Except, wait. "Never been certain?" he demanded, shoving Arthur back all of two inches. "Are you simple? Arthur, the whole castle teases me about being besotted with you. Your father moved me into chambers next to yours. Gaius took it upon himself to have a very, very personal talk with me. And none of the other servants bat their eyelashes at you any more. Did you not wonder about any of this?"
"Not really," Arthur said, tracing Merlin's ear with his tongue.
"Okay," Merlin shuddered. "Take that lot off, then," he ordered, plucking at Arthur's clothes.
And Arthur might be a prat and an idiot (and it was possible that Merlin might have missed a few cues, there, himself), but when they were on his pallet and Arthur was hovering nude over him, with a warmly proprietary look that carried a touch of wonder in it as well, Merlin could hardly breathe for joy.
Well, joy and sheer arousal.
He did suck in a deep, startled breath when Arthur's prick shoved up against his own. "Fuck, Merlin," Arthur cursed, shifting his hips again and biting at Merlin's jaw.
"Oh god, Arthur." He couldn't help arching up into the teeth and writhing against Arthur's body, rocking down against his own.
"Mmmph. Wait, shift down a bit. I think this is the way they used to do it," Merlin said, as Arthur moved low enough so that he could trap Arthur's straining length between his thighs. Arthur shuddered noticeably and then stilled.
A strong hand cupped the back of Merlin's head and brought him up to meet the heat of Arthur's mouth, and Merlin kissed him eagerly as Arthur pushed his way in and out of the space Merlin had created for him between his legs.
He'd thought it would be a good position for Arthur -- the Greeks seemed to like it well enough -- but he had no idea that Arthur's cockhead would be prodding against sensitive places just so, or that his prick would be rubbing so delightfully against the flat planes of Arthur's stomach as he chased his completion from Merlin's body. Merlin clung tighter and let his open mouth just hover against Arthur's while he tried to keep his legs together and hang on.
"I can't -- Arthur, I can't," he panted, fighting off the inevitable for just another moment.
Arthur's urgency seemed to double as he took Merlin's mouth again. Merlin's world stopped for a single, glorious moment as a wave of pleasure rippled through him and then outward, painting Arthur's stomach with his come.
"Merlin, Merlin. You-- You. Uhhhh," Arthur groaned and spent himself wetly against Merlin's balls and the base of his prick.
Merlin would have been unbearably aroused by that all over again if he'd had any energy left in his body.
"Mmmm, yeah," he said instead, and bussed the side of Arthur's mouth haphazardly.
Arthur pulled him closer and tucked him into his side, obviously as ready for a nap as Merlin was. Merlin was almost asleep when he felt Arthur tense beside him. "Merlin, this isn't-- I mean, you weren't just--"
Merlin flopped his hand in the air dismissively. "Consider yourself shieldmated. Now can we get some sleep?"
Arthur grunted his second-most exasperated grunt, but he squeezed Merlin with the arm still curled around his shoulders. Merlin pressed his nose into Arthur's ribcage and felt him relax. "Worrywart," he mumbled fondly against Arthur's skin.
"Shut up and let me rest, man." Merlin kicked him but decided to let him have the last word, just this once.
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misspamela
This one ALSO got a little too long for a comment, and is also unbetaed. The prompt was "Merlin/Arthur PORN."
"Merlin, what's that you're reading?" Arthur demanded.
I wish it were my spellbook, he thought miserably, as the prickling flush of embarrassment crept up the back of his neck and burned across his cheeks.
"Just, ah. Just some… classical… Greek… classics. Um."
Arthur arched an inquiring brow.
"Military, ah, historical… history. You know. For, um, to be prepared? For the future?" he squeaked, as Arthur plucked the scroll from his hands.
Arthur's other eyebrow rose to join the first. "A history of the Theban Band?"
"Just, um, they were… successful? And, uh. Oh, damn. I'm reading it because it's hot, all right? This is my room. Do you mind?" he bit out, making a grab for the scroll and thumping up against Arthur's chest as he held it out of reach.
"I don't mind at all," Arthur rumbled, and pulled him even closer.
Merlin pulled back enough to gawp at Arthur, who muttered something like, "gormless idiot" and tugged him up until their mouths were brushing softly. "Thank god you're a pervert, or I'd never have been certain about you."
And Merlin would have protested that, except Arthur's mouth, and then his hands, and, oh, his skin where Merlin's fingers found their way beneath his tunic.
Except, wait. "Never been certain?" he demanded, shoving Arthur back all of two inches. "Are you simple? Arthur, the whole castle teases me about being besotted with you. Your father moved me into chambers next to yours. Gaius took it upon himself to have a very, very personal talk with me. And none of the other servants bat their eyelashes at you any more. Did you not wonder about any of this?"
"Not really," Arthur said, tracing Merlin's ear with his tongue.
"Okay," Merlin shuddered. "Take that lot off, then," he ordered, plucking at Arthur's clothes.
And Arthur might be a prat and an idiot (and it was possible that Merlin might have missed a few cues, there, himself), but when they were on his pallet and Arthur was hovering nude over him, with a warmly proprietary look that carried a touch of wonder in it as well, Merlin could hardly breathe for joy.
Well, joy and sheer arousal.
He did suck in a deep, startled breath when Arthur's prick shoved up against his own. "Fuck, Merlin," Arthur cursed, shifting his hips again and biting at Merlin's jaw.
"Oh god, Arthur." He couldn't help arching up into the teeth and writhing against Arthur's body, rocking down against his own.
"Mmmph. Wait, shift down a bit. I think this is the way they used to do it," Merlin said, as Arthur moved low enough so that he could trap Arthur's straining length between his thighs. Arthur shuddered noticeably and then stilled.
A strong hand cupped the back of Merlin's head and brought him up to meet the heat of Arthur's mouth, and Merlin kissed him eagerly as Arthur pushed his way in and out of the space Merlin had created for him between his legs.
He'd thought it would be a good position for Arthur -- the Greeks seemed to like it well enough -- but he had no idea that Arthur's cockhead would be prodding against sensitive places just so, or that his prick would be rubbing so delightfully against the flat planes of Arthur's stomach as he chased his completion from Merlin's body. Merlin clung tighter and let his open mouth just hover against Arthur's while he tried to keep his legs together and hang on.
"I can't -- Arthur, I can't," he panted, fighting off the inevitable for just another moment.
Arthur's urgency seemed to double as he took Merlin's mouth again. Merlin's world stopped for a single, glorious moment as a wave of pleasure rippled through him and then outward, painting Arthur's stomach with his come.
"Merlin, Merlin. You-- You. Uhhhh," Arthur groaned and spent himself wetly against Merlin's balls and the base of his prick.
Merlin would have been unbearably aroused by that all over again if he'd had any energy left in his body.
"Mmmm, yeah," he said instead, and bussed the side of Arthur's mouth haphazardly.
Arthur pulled him closer and tucked him into his side, obviously as ready for a nap as Merlin was. Merlin was almost asleep when he felt Arthur tense beside him. "Merlin, this isn't-- I mean, you weren't just--"
Merlin flopped his hand in the air dismissively. "Consider yourself shieldmated. Now can we get some sleep?"
Arthur grunted his second-most exasperated grunt, but he squeezed Merlin with the arm still curled around his shoulders. Merlin pressed his nose into Arthur's ribcage and felt him relax. "Worrywart," he mumbled fondly against Arthur's skin.
"Shut up and let me rest, man." Merlin kicked him but decided to let him have the last word, just this once.
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