October prompt fest!
So, now the new season's started we're starting a new regular post here at the comm - prompt fest! Every month we'll put up a post here with a theme for the month! Non-themed prompts and fills are welcome too. At the end of each month I'll put a masterpost together so all the lovely fills can be easily found! All fanworks are welcome, fic, art,
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Merlin sinks lower into the hot water. Slightly purple bubbles float on the surface and fragrant steam hangs in the air. The bath is a huge, claw-footed beast. They’d saved up for months to buy it and it barely fits in the bathroom. It had taken four of them to get it into the lift, and Arthur still tuts every time he sees it but its theirs-the first piece of furniture they’d bought together.
Merlin hums softly as the warmth sinks into his bones, barely opening his eyes to watch Gwaine walk through the bathroom door.
“Pruney yet?”
“Nope,” Merlin answers, perking up as Gwaine strips off his clothes. Merlin will never get tired of all that perfect skin and muscle being revealed. He watches the pull and stretch of Gwaine’s stomach as Gwaine pulls his top off, the fall of his hair around his face as leans over to shove his boxers down.
“Shift up then.”
Merlin shuffles forward, letting Gwaine get in behind him. They spend a few minutes fidgeting together, elbows and knees clashing, before Merlin settles back and Gwaine’s strong arms wrap around him.
Merlin drifts off for a while-at least he thinks so, he has no idea of how much time has passed-before Gwaine squeezes him a bit.
“Water’s going cold.”
Merlin smiles and reaches out with his magic, reheating the water and Gwaine gasps behind him as the warmth returns, curling under their legs.
“That’s never going to get old,” he breathes before sucking a kiss into Merlin’s neck.
Merlin tilts his head, offering more of his neck. He loves Gwaine’s reaction to his magic-arousal and acceptance and love. Gwaine obliges, tongue and teeth making Merlin arch and gasp.
Gwaine pushes against Merlin’s arse, dick slippery from the water. Merlin squirms, wanting more but not wanting to move out of the water.
Gwaine’s hand slips down Merlin’s stomach and curls around his hard cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit. Merlin thrusts forward, the not-quite-friction making him shudder.
They move lazily together, water swirling around them, caressing them softly. Their pants and gasps echo off the tiles, blocking the sounds of the apartments around them.
Merlin wraps his hand around Gwaine’s and clenches tighter. Pleasure pools at the base of Merlin’s spine and sweat starts to bead along his skin. He moans softly and Gwaine grunts, thrusting harder against Merlin, slopping water over the edge of the bath. Merlin huffs a laugh and turns his head, pressing kisses into Gwaine’s shoulder.
“Merlin, Merlin,” Gwaine breathes, thrusting one last time before he comes against Merlin’s skin. His breath puffs against Merlin’s overheated skin, and he moves their tangled hands faster. “Come on, love, that’s it,” he murmurs, running his other hand over Merlin’s thighs and stomach.
Merlin shudders as pleasure overtakes him, writhing as Gwaine keeps stroking until Merlin bats at his hand, oversensitive now.
They murmur softly to each other as they come down, exchanging kisses and caresses. Gwaine catches Merlin’s wrist and pulls his hand up to examine his fingers.
“Definitely pruney.”
Merlin hums. “We should get out.” He pulls himself up and stands on shaky legs, balancing for a moment before climbing out. Gwaine groans as he gets up, muscles complaining about supporting Merlin’s weight for so long.
“We seem to have made a mess,” Gwaine says, pointing to the soaked bathmat and floor, both covered with the occasional piles of bubbles. He pulls the plug from the drain before clambering out of the bath.
Merlin shrugs then waves a hand, water and bubbles disappearing in an instant.
“Brilliant.” Gwaine says, leaning forward for a kiss.
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