So what are you guys up for today? A little comment fest type thing?
The other day Hermette suggested a cliché fest based on the
How to make Merlin/Arthur do it list. To which I said: YES! (because moar porn! *grabby hands*). Thank you to
ella_bane, who agreed to be my co-host in this little fest. <3
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thought he could come just from this, Arthur's weight on top of him, his tongue, lips and teeth all assaulting Merlin's mouth, the heat and slickness and -
Arthur broke away suddenly and Merlin opened his eyes in protest. Arthur was resting on his forearms above Merlin, frowning at him.
"Why are you still wearing clothes?" he asked, sounding genuinely offended. Merlin would have laughed, except that taking off his clothes was clearly his best option here. He quickly pulled off his shirt and would have proceeded to his breeches if Arthur hadn't resumed biting at his lower lip, a hint of teeth, before soothing it with his tongue. The feeling of Arthur's chest hard against his own was wonderful, and he pressed his palms against Arthur's back, trying to extended the contact. It took a few minutes before they remembered what they had been doing.
"These. Off. Now," was all Arthur said, plucking uselessly at Merlin's breeches. Merlin shucked them rapidly, demanding,
"And yours."
Merlin dragged Arthur back on top of him, his hands everywhere, wanting to touch every inch of him at once. Arthur was mouthing at his neck, moaning softly as he rocked his hips into Merlin's. Merlin knew he wasn't going to last long, not when it felt like he was drowning in the sensation of having Arthur pressed up against him, his glorious, golden skin there for Merlin to touch. He pressed a kiss to Arthur's shoulder before working his hand between them, finally gripping Arthur's cock and stroking lightly. Arthur's hips jerked as he pushed into the touch, and Merlin stroked harder, amazed at the sensation of Arthur coming apart under his hands.
"Merlin, Merlin, yes, please, more, more," Arthur was gasping, becoming less coherent with each passing moment. Overcome with a sudden desire, Merlin released him, rolling them so he was on top of Arthur, straddling his thighs.
"Merlin, what - " Arthur got no further before Merlin slid down his body and, after pressing a light kiss to Arthur's hipbone, took him into his mouth. Arthur gasped, his hands scrabbling across the bed sheets, searching for something to cling to. Merlin reached up and caught his hand, bringing it to rest on top of Merlin's head. He pressed his other hand into Arthur's hip, attempting to still his jerking hips. Arthur seemed to approve of this plan, and he twisted his fingers in Merlin's hair, stroking almost tenderly.
Merlin hummed in contentment, working his lips up and down over Arthur. He'd never done this before, but knew what felt good. He increased the pace, and curled his tongue across the head of Arthur's cock, before pulling off completely to press wet, open mouthed kisses along the entire length. Arthur's grip in his hair tightened.
He returned to the tip, licking once before swallowing again and sucking hard, sending Arthur crashing over the edge with a shout that sounded suspiciously like Merlin's name. Merlin held him through it, swallowing it all, relishing the taste of Arthur in his mouth. He had barely had time to pull off and lick at his lips before Arthur was there, thrusting his tongue in his mouth, tasting himself, his sword hand hot and rough on Merlin's cock. Merlin almost yelped at suddenness of it, and it was only a few seconds before he was coming too, all over Arthur's hand and stomach.
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"Oh, much. I think you'll have to do this every time I have a cramp."
After a few moments, Arthur got up and lurched away from the bed. Merlin started to protest, until he saw that Arthur was simply cleaning himself up. He watched with his mouth slightly open as Arthur ran a damp cloth over his chest and stomach. His cock twitched slightly at the sight.
Arthur made his way back onto the bed and lay down, practically pulling Merlin into his lap. He shoved his face into Merlin's neck, breathing into it, his breath tickling at Merlin's throat. Long, lazy moments passed, as they both grew drowsier and drowsier. Merlin waited until he was sure Arthur was asleep to whisper,
"You know, this would never happen if you just kept your damn shirt on."
He felt Arthur snort into his shoulder. Oh. Not so asleep then.
"In that case," Arthur mumbled, his voice thick, "remind me never to put on a shirt again."
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A/N: Oh, lord, I've never written anything above PG-13 before. Arthur being shirtless made me do it!
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I aprove^^
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So delighted you wrote for this! and yay! > pg-13
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...One of the best paragraphs I've ever read! <3
Awesome story!
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