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Tonight is a writing night! I am aiming for a full thousand words added to my Big Epic. I will check in here in a few hours to report my progress!
Edited: Hah! 1200 words, bbs. Here, have a teaser from the B.E.F. (Big Epic Fic).
"Do you want me to get anyone?" Merlin paused. "Gwen?" Arthur shook his head. "Leon?"
Arthur felt scraped raw inside. "Merlin. I don't want anyone else." He struggled to speak around the lump of grief in his throat. "Just you."
Merlin stared at him with wide eyes. He stood and nudged his chair around, so it was next to Arthur's. Something loosened in his chest when Merlin sat again and leaned against him, a silent, steadying weight. Arthur closed his eyes and let his head loll back, and just breathed.
Also, some overdue porn!
First,
Warnings: spanking, rimming, hint of breathplay, D/s
Arthur slid his belt from his waist and pulled his sword off it. He doubled it over before he looked at Merlin.
"Take off your boots and pull down your pants."
Merlin eyed the belt. "Um."
Merlin thought of protesting that he hadn't done anything that terrible. Surely spilling Arthur's wine at the feast didn't warrant this sort of punishment? In fact, the words were half-formed when he saw the small smile curling Arthur's lips.
That particular look was dangerous. Arthur wore it when he was about to announce their departure on some insane quest or before an impossible move in a fight. It made Arthur look predatory: eyes glittering, muscles coiled, and about to pounce.
That look skittered down Merlin's spine and made him harden without permission, because in the last month Merlin had learned to trust that look to melt his brain out his ears. Trembling, Merlin shucked his boots. He felt oddly vulnerable in his bare feet.
Merlin let Arthur grab him. Arthur wrapped the belt tight around Merlin's neck and held it closed against his throat.
Arthur didn't whisper, but his voice was quiet when he spoke. "Be good for me, Merlin."
Heat burned across Merlin's cheeks, a quivery bolt of lust and shame. It hadn't taken a week from the first time (Arthur, pressing Merlin down when he'd discovered him asleep in Arthur's bed, saying, If you're going to make use of my bed, Merlin, you might as well do it properly.) for Arthur to figure Merlin out. Arthur could take Merlin's deepest fears and needs and desire and just pin Merlin with them. Merlin had the terrifying sense that every time they did this, Arthur was adding more ammunition.
His knees went weak. Merlin blew out a quiet breath as he pushed his breeches down.
Arthur smiled at him. "Good."
Being dragged over to plunge face-down on Arthur's bed was humiliating, but it was nothing to the first snap of the belt against his bare arse. Caught off-guard, Merlin shrieked. His hand flew back to touch his arse.
"Are you trying to get away from me, Merlin?"
And fuck, Arthur knew exactly what he was doing. Merlin let his hand fall to the side. The second snap of the belt was precisely as dangerous as Arthur's tone had suggested it would be. Merlin endured it, and the one after it, a rain of blows that bit into his skin. He twisted his hands in the thick duvet that covered Arthur's bed, biting his lip at the pain. He didn't know why he was doing this, except that Arthur had asked him to. It wasn't sex, though the hard rhythm of it reminded him of Arthur's fucking. Doing what Arthur needed had become its own heady reward.
It didn't stop until long after Merlin had thought he could take it. The relief when the belt didn't hit was intense, dropping him abruptly into his skin. He groaned, almost dizzy with the rush of blood to his prick. The smooth leather returned, sliding over everything it had hit, caressing. Before Merlin had time to register the change, the belt was discarded altogether and Arthur's hands were prying him open, leaving him exposed. Merlin whined, the presence of Arthur's hands on him making him rut against the bedsheets.
"Please," he begged.
There was a grunt, the thud of knees hitting the floor, and Arthur was licking him. Merlin cried out as Arthur's tongue made broad swathes over his tender skin, working its way in. Merlin had only enough time to think No, fuck, he can't before Arthur licked over his hole.
"Yes," Arthur said against his skin, and did it again, as though proving he would do whatever he wanted. He urged Merlin up until he could grip his cock. Merlin shook, caught between Arthur's ohgodhotdirty mouth and his hand. It took too few tender licks and hard presses for Merlin to come.
He blinked at Arthur's blankets, vaguely aware that he'd collapsed in his mess. When he turned his head, Arthur was shrugging out of his jacket and into a new one. "Where're you going? C'mere."
Arthur arched an eyebrow. "Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. We have to get back to the feast." His smile was gleeful and mean. "That means you have to get up, Merlin."
Merlin thought of several more hours on his feet, sore and fucked-out, and groaned. He rolled to his feet, heading for the wash basin. "Yes, Arthur."
and also
Someone was playing the banjo with surprising facility for an impromptu two a.m. performance behind Leon's house. People were talking quietly around the firepit and occasionally bursting into tipsy song. Nearby, Merlin was dancing, all flailing limbs. The light of the fire cast his cheekbones into sharp relief, his eyes dancing and his mouth pretty where it parted in breathless laughter. Idly, Arthur broke a stick into bits and tossed them at the fire, not taking his eyes off Merlin. The song ended; Merlin turned toward Arthur and stumbled. Arthur was up in a flash, catching Merlin before he could fall.
"Here," he said with a laugh, pulling Merlin over, "just sit down."
Merlin giggled and curled himself into Arthur's lap, drunk and warm. Arthur looped an arm around him. He pressed a kiss into Merlin's hair. "Idiot," Arthur whispered.
As the banjo player started up again, Arthur thought he could do this forever.
**
Merlin was long and slim everywhere. His shirt was rucked up and his tight black jeans were pushed down his thighs. He made sweet, desperate noises as Arthur sucked him and pushed him more firmly against the door. His hand scrabbled against the door and clenched on the knob, because he knew Arthur hated having his hair pulled while he was doing this. As a reward, Arthur flicked his tongue against the sensitive underside of Merlin's cock. Merlin keened and came in a sharp, bitter flood.
Arthur swallowed hungrily, drinking in the taste and sight and sound of it, locking them in his memory with a thousand other perfect moments.
**
Merlin was curled up on his chest, making soft snuffling sounds in his sleep. The full moon was peeking through their curtains, providing just enough light that Arthur could see his hand, gently petting Merlin's kitten-soft hair. He stared at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot, amazed at how in love he was.
**
Morgana stopped him on his way out of the kitchen, a hand on his arm. "So when are you going to propose?"
He blinked at her. In the dining room, Freya was ducking Will's increasingly obnoxious advances. Merlin has bet that Leon will ride to her defense; Arthur thinks it will be Morgana. Gwaine, who has a secret honorable streak, was taking revenge by leering at Will, which was amusing Elena. Arthur had seen Gwaine's hand on her thigh when he got up to bring out another bottle of wine. Percival kept dropping things, blushing at the gentle way Elyan was flirting with him. Lance and Gwen were absent, still away on their year-long honeymoon which was dedicated to working with charities around the world.
"Don't be silly," Arthur said, brushing a light kiss over his step-sister's cheek, "our happily ever after has already started."
**
But then he couldn't stop thinking about it. Not the marriage bit -- he'd heard Merlin's anti-marriage fuck-the-patriarchy rant too often to think it was even a possibility -- but the "forever" part. He'd sort of been blithely assuming they were on the same page. Here it was two in the morning again, and suddenly Arthur needed to shake Merlin awake.
"Nnnrgh?" Merlin blinked sleepily at him. "Arthur?"
"This is forever, right?"
Merlin looked adorably confused. "This?"
"This," Arthur said. He leaned down to brush a kiss against Merlin's lips. "This," he repeated helplessly, "Us."
Merlin's eyes went melty soft in the dark. Arthur could see the flash of his grin. Merlin pulled him close and whispered, "Yes," into his mouth, like it was a secret, like only the two of them could know.
A minute later, Merlin crawled over him and ground down. Arthur gasped, a little surprised.
"Being in love makes me horny," Merlin said defensively, and Arthur can't help laughing into the next kiss. "I want you to buy me a spreader bar. And a gag, 'cause I think when you fuck me like that, I'll be really loud." Arthur hissed and arched up. "I want to tie you up sometime. You'd be gorgeous with all that black rope against your skin. And I really, really want to try fisting. I could take it."
Each dirty word made Arthur harder, so it wasn't that huge of a surprise when Merlin slid himself down Arthur's cock. Merlin's open from earlier, but Arthur was slick with nothing more than precome. It's tight and blazingly good. As Arthur threw his head back and let Merlin ride him, he thought This is what love is.
Both are Arthur/Merlin and under 1k. They were originally Pthon entries, so you may have seen them there. Enjoy!
Edited: Hah! 1200 words, bbs. Here, have a teaser from the B.E.F. (Big Epic Fic).
"Do you want me to get anyone?" Merlin paused. "Gwen?" Arthur shook his head. "Leon?"
Arthur felt scraped raw inside. "Merlin. I don't want anyone else." He struggled to speak around the lump of grief in his throat. "Just you."
Merlin stared at him with wide eyes. He stood and nudged his chair around, so it was next to Arthur's. Something loosened in his chest when Merlin sat again and leaned against him, a silent, steadying weight. Arthur closed his eyes and let his head loll back, and just breathed.
Also, some overdue porn!
First,
Warnings: spanking, rimming, hint of breathplay, D/s
Arthur slid his belt from his waist and pulled his sword off it. He doubled it over before he looked at Merlin.
"Take off your boots and pull down your pants."
Merlin eyed the belt. "Um."
Merlin thought of protesting that he hadn't done anything that terrible. Surely spilling Arthur's wine at the feast didn't warrant this sort of punishment? In fact, the words were half-formed when he saw the small smile curling Arthur's lips.
That particular look was dangerous. Arthur wore it when he was about to announce their departure on some insane quest or before an impossible move in a fight. It made Arthur look predatory: eyes glittering, muscles coiled, and about to pounce.
That look skittered down Merlin's spine and made him harden without permission, because in the last month Merlin had learned to trust that look to melt his brain out his ears. Trembling, Merlin shucked his boots. He felt oddly vulnerable in his bare feet.
Merlin let Arthur grab him. Arthur wrapped the belt tight around Merlin's neck and held it closed against his throat.
Arthur didn't whisper, but his voice was quiet when he spoke. "Be good for me, Merlin."
Heat burned across Merlin's cheeks, a quivery bolt of lust and shame. It hadn't taken a week from the first time (Arthur, pressing Merlin down when he'd discovered him asleep in Arthur's bed, saying, If you're going to make use of my bed, Merlin, you might as well do it properly.) for Arthur to figure Merlin out. Arthur could take Merlin's deepest fears and needs and desire and just pin Merlin with them. Merlin had the terrifying sense that every time they did this, Arthur was adding more ammunition.
His knees went weak. Merlin blew out a quiet breath as he pushed his breeches down.
Arthur smiled at him. "Good."
Being dragged over to plunge face-down on Arthur's bed was humiliating, but it was nothing to the first snap of the belt against his bare arse. Caught off-guard, Merlin shrieked. His hand flew back to touch his arse.
"Are you trying to get away from me, Merlin?"
And fuck, Arthur knew exactly what he was doing. Merlin let his hand fall to the side. The second snap of the belt was precisely as dangerous as Arthur's tone had suggested it would be. Merlin endured it, and the one after it, a rain of blows that bit into his skin. He twisted his hands in the thick duvet that covered Arthur's bed, biting his lip at the pain. He didn't know why he was doing this, except that Arthur had asked him to. It wasn't sex, though the hard rhythm of it reminded him of Arthur's fucking. Doing what Arthur needed had become its own heady reward.
It didn't stop until long after Merlin had thought he could take it. The relief when the belt didn't hit was intense, dropping him abruptly into his skin. He groaned, almost dizzy with the rush of blood to his prick. The smooth leather returned, sliding over everything it had hit, caressing. Before Merlin had time to register the change, the belt was discarded altogether and Arthur's hands were prying him open, leaving him exposed. Merlin whined, the presence of Arthur's hands on him making him rut against the bedsheets.
"Please," he begged.
There was a grunt, the thud of knees hitting the floor, and Arthur was licking him. Merlin cried out as Arthur's tongue made broad swathes over his tender skin, working its way in. Merlin had only enough time to think No, fuck, he can't before Arthur licked over his hole.
"Yes," Arthur said against his skin, and did it again, as though proving he would do whatever he wanted. He urged Merlin up until he could grip his cock. Merlin shook, caught between Arthur's ohgodhotdirty mouth and his hand. It took too few tender licks and hard presses for Merlin to come.
He blinked at Arthur's blankets, vaguely aware that he'd collapsed in his mess. When he turned his head, Arthur was shrugging out of his jacket and into a new one. "Where're you going? C'mere."
Arthur arched an eyebrow. "Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. We have to get back to the feast." His smile was gleeful and mean. "That means you have to get up, Merlin."
Merlin thought of several more hours on his feet, sore and fucked-out, and groaned. He rolled to his feet, heading for the wash basin. "Yes, Arthur."
and also
Someone was playing the banjo with surprising facility for an impromptu two a.m. performance behind Leon's house. People were talking quietly around the firepit and occasionally bursting into tipsy song. Nearby, Merlin was dancing, all flailing limbs. The light of the fire cast his cheekbones into sharp relief, his eyes dancing and his mouth pretty where it parted in breathless laughter. Idly, Arthur broke a stick into bits and tossed them at the fire, not taking his eyes off Merlin. The song ended; Merlin turned toward Arthur and stumbled. Arthur was up in a flash, catching Merlin before he could fall.
"Here," he said with a laugh, pulling Merlin over, "just sit down."
Merlin giggled and curled himself into Arthur's lap, drunk and warm. Arthur looped an arm around him. He pressed a kiss into Merlin's hair. "Idiot," Arthur whispered.
As the banjo player started up again, Arthur thought he could do this forever.
**
Merlin was long and slim everywhere. His shirt was rucked up and his tight black jeans were pushed down his thighs. He made sweet, desperate noises as Arthur sucked him and pushed him more firmly against the door. His hand scrabbled against the door and clenched on the knob, because he knew Arthur hated having his hair pulled while he was doing this. As a reward, Arthur flicked his tongue against the sensitive underside of Merlin's cock. Merlin keened and came in a sharp, bitter flood.
Arthur swallowed hungrily, drinking in the taste and sight and sound of it, locking them in his memory with a thousand other perfect moments.
**
Merlin was curled up on his chest, making soft snuffling sounds in his sleep. The full moon was peeking through their curtains, providing just enough light that Arthur could see his hand, gently petting Merlin's kitten-soft hair. He stared at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot, amazed at how in love he was.
**
Morgana stopped him on his way out of the kitchen, a hand on his arm. "So when are you going to propose?"
He blinked at her. In the dining room, Freya was ducking Will's increasingly obnoxious advances. Merlin has bet that Leon will ride to her defense; Arthur thinks it will be Morgana. Gwaine, who has a secret honorable streak, was taking revenge by leering at Will, which was amusing Elena. Arthur had seen Gwaine's hand on her thigh when he got up to bring out another bottle of wine. Percival kept dropping things, blushing at the gentle way Elyan was flirting with him. Lance and Gwen were absent, still away on their year-long honeymoon which was dedicated to working with charities around the world.
"Don't be silly," Arthur said, brushing a light kiss over his step-sister's cheek, "our happily ever after has already started."
**
But then he couldn't stop thinking about it. Not the marriage bit -- he'd heard Merlin's anti-marriage fuck-the-patriarchy rant too often to think it was even a possibility -- but the "forever" part. He'd sort of been blithely assuming they were on the same page. Here it was two in the morning again, and suddenly Arthur needed to shake Merlin awake.
"Nnnrgh?" Merlin blinked sleepily at him. "Arthur?"
"This is forever, right?"
Merlin looked adorably confused. "This?"
"This," Arthur said. He leaned down to brush a kiss against Merlin's lips. "This," he repeated helplessly, "Us."
Merlin's eyes went melty soft in the dark. Arthur could see the flash of his grin. Merlin pulled him close and whispered, "Yes," into his mouth, like it was a secret, like only the two of them could know.
A minute later, Merlin crawled over him and ground down. Arthur gasped, a little surprised.
"Being in love makes me horny," Merlin said defensively, and Arthur can't help laughing into the next kiss. "I want you to buy me a spreader bar. And a gag, 'cause I think when you fuck me like that, I'll be really loud." Arthur hissed and arched up. "I want to tie you up sometime. You'd be gorgeous with all that black rope against your skin. And I really, really want to try fisting. I could take it."
Each dirty word made Arthur harder, so it wasn't that huge of a surprise when Merlin slid himself down Arthur's cock. Merlin's open from earlier, but Arthur was slick with nothing more than precome. It's tight and blazingly good. As Arthur threw his head back and let Merlin ride him, he thought This is what love is.
Both are Arthur/Merlin and under 1k. They were originally Pthon entries, so you may have seen them there. Enjoy!