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Title: Snapshots (3/15)
Author: bunnysworld
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers: No spoilers
Warnings: modern non-magic AU, Fluff, h/c, angst, romance, drama
Word Count: 16600 and some
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the boys aren’t mine. Just took them out to play a little. I give them back unharmed - if I have to. Own nothing, no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: This is the sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Thanks to the wonderful tambear13 for betaing. All mistakes that are still in there are completely totally and utterly my own. If you find them, you’re welcome to give them a new home at your place.
This story is completely my friend D’s fault, who demanded a sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Part 1
Part 2
With everybody else, it’d have frustrated Arthur to no end if they’d made him wait for weeks. With Merlin, he didn’t mind, even though he didn’t understand himself. Merlin was sweet, funny, adorable and hot as hell. But he could kiss him for hours on end, just gently rubbing his back or softly sliding his fingers up Merlin’s sides just to feel him squirm and hear him giggle.
Arthur never heard Gwaine enter the room and jumped when a stack of books was tossed onto the coffee table.
“Here, you two.”
Merlin blinked. “What’s that?”
Arthur tilted his head and read the titles. “’The gay Karmasutra’, ‘Gay sex for Dummies’, ‘the art of making love to your man’....”
Gwaine grinned. “If you two are done sucking each other’s faces, you might want to take a look at these. I don’t want to have to call an ambulance and explain to them that you suffer from severe cases of blue balls!”
Merlin threw a pillow at Gwaine. “Out with you!”
Gwaine retreated, still laughing.
When he was gone, Arthur opened one of the books and Merlin leaned into him so he could look at the pictures, too.
“Do you think that’s even physically possible?”
Arthur blinked. “I’m...I’m not sure.”
They had a lot of fun looking at the pictures of the quite complicated positions, and to mocking them and imagining the freak accidents that could happen.
After a while, Merlin closed the book and just snogged Arthur again.
“You know,” Arthur was once again at Merlin’s place, “you never showed me any of your work. You talk about them all the time, but I still haven’t seen a single picture you’ve taken.”
He smiled when Merlin’s eyes lit up. “You sure?”
Arthur nodded. He wasn’t much of an artsy type and had no clue how to tell a good photo from a crappy one, but he wanted to see what Merlin was doing.
Merlin came back with a portfolio and set it on the table in front of Arthur. “Here you go.”
Having expected some .jpgs on a notebook, Arthur blinked and carefully opened the portfolio that held high gloss 8x10s.
Merlin perched on the arm of the couch. “Tell me what you see.”
Oh dear, this probably hadn’t been Arthur’s best idea. He had no clue what Merlin wanted to hear and he certainly was anything but an expert when it came to photography. “I see...meagre models...wearing strange clothes...they seem to be totally bored.”
Merlin chuckled, so that was probably not a good thing to say? “Where do you eyes get drawn to?”
“Huh?”
“What do you notice first when you look at this?”
“They’re all wearing orange clothes.”
Merlin nodded and beamed. Obviously that had been the right answer, but that was hard to miss since the light setting made the orange shine. “So that’s what you were going for? I’m really not good as a critic. I have no clue about this.”
“Which is a good thing. You won’t judge a photo by the same criteria than people who have learned this. You simply go with what you feel when you see a photo.” Merlin slid down and squeezed himself between Arthur and the arm of the couch while Arthur turned page after page.
At the very end of the portfolio, the photos had changed from fashion to portrait and now Arthur was looking at nudes. Those photos weren’t taken outside like the fashion ones. They were carefully arranged (even though Arthur assumed that the fashion photos were arranged, too, just looked as if taken by chance) and beautifully lit. There were women and men alike, sometimes positioned together and the photos were very erotic, but never blunt. And very arousing.
Arthur turned his head when he felt Merlin’s eyes on him.
“What?”
“I want you to model for me.”
Arthur’s eyes went wide. “I...I’m not sure I’m the model-type. I mean...look at those gorgeous people and all those defined muscles.”
Merlin took the portfolio out of Arthur’s hand and threw it on the table. “None of them can compare to you.” His voice had gone hoarse and he still looked Arthur in the eye.
Feeling his mouth go dry, Arthur tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. Was this the moment? Was the wait over? “Merlin?” And then Merlin was on him, having shoved him flat onto the couch, his hands already under his shirt. Arthur hissed when he felt Merlin’s fingers on him and his lips against his throat, kissing and sucking every bit of exposed skin.
“Want you,” Merlin mumbled between kisses and all Arthur could do was moan, his fingers in Merlin’s hair, his dick already hard and straining against his jeans.
“Merlin, come here,” Arthur tried to pull Merlin’s face back up to his to kiss him again, but Merlin had different ideas. He unbuttoned Arthur’s shirt quickly and kissed and nibbled his chest, teasing Arthur’s nipples between his teeth and then slowly slid the tip of his tongue downwards. His fingers found the button of Arthur’s jeans and he pushed the zipper down.
Arthur wiggled and tried to get out of the confining denim, but Merlin just slid his fingers into his boxers and pulled his length out. The touch alone made Arthur light-headed and seeing Merlin lick his lips ripped a groan from his throat. He watched Merlin go down on him and when those sweet lips touched the head of his aching prick, he tensed. His head fell back against the cushions when he felt the liquid heat of Merlin’s mouth around him, that wicked tongue exploring, licking here and there, feeling his way with his tongue. Arthur dug his fingers into the black hair, not to guide or force Merlin to do anything - he didn’t need guidance and was quite eager - just to have something to ground him to not get completely lost in sensation. “Merl..., gosh, Merlin...I’m...I’ll...”
With a slow lick up the thick vein, Merlin pulled back, breathing heavily, a gleam in his eyes. He scrambled off of Arthur and pulled him up. “Come on.”
Arthur knew he must have looked ridiculous, shirt unbuttoned, jeans open, his rock-hard dick slapping against his belly with every step, but he didn’t care when Merlin pulled him along to his bedroom. Once there, he pushed his jeans and boxers down, toed his shoes off and discarded the shirt. And froze in place when he noticed Merlin looking at him. “What?”
“Fuck, Arthur, you’re a god!”
That was all the encouragement Arthur needed and he almost ripped Merlin’s t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, fumbling with the belt that held Merlin’s jeans up. Once it was dealt with, the garment just slid down Merlin’s narrow hips. But Arthur was too busy kissing Merlin to really look at him and gasped when he felt Merlin’s hard-on against his own, smearing precum against his hip as Merlin moved against him. “You’re...,” he mumbled against Merlin’s throat between kisses, “...commando?”
Merlin chuckled breathlessly. “Objections?”
Arthur growled. “Sneaky.”
They fell onto the bed and Arthur explored Merlin’s body, every inch of soft hot skin, with his hands and mouth, leaving hickeys, marking new territory. Then he felt Merlin reaching for something under the pillow and grinned against Merlin’s ribs when Merlin tossed lube and some condoms next to him.
“Need you,” Merlin moaned, “need you in me. Now. Hurry, Arthur.”
So Arthur saved the plan for sucking Merlin’s brain out through his dick for later, squeezed some of the lube on his fingers and started to prepare Merlin, who wriggled and moved under him and moaned loudly when he felt Arthur’s fingers penetrating him.
Merlin fucked himself on Arthur’s fingers and Arthur had never seen anything hotter.
“Arthur,” Merlin breathed, “want you.”
Ripping the condom package open with his teeth, Arthur reluctantly pulled his fingers out of Merlin to wrap the condom down his length and coat it with a generous amount of lube. Then he hoisted one of Merlin’s legs on his shoulder, positioned himself and slowly pushed in. He watched Merlin throw his head back and fist the sheets while Merlin’s heat engulfed him. When he was all the way in, he paused and just felt Merlin around him, alive and vibrating. And then he felt Merlin’s other leg around him, urging him to move. He knew it wouldn’t be very comfortable for Merlin, but he leaned down, almost bending Merlin in half. He just had to kiss him, taste him, breathe him in.
Merlin kissed back eagerly, his hands in Arthur’s hair, on his arms, on his back, and Arthur started to move, pulling back and then rolling his hips against Merlin, feeling that wonderful body swallow him again.
Arthur wanted this to never end, but soon he felt his orgasm building, his balls drawing up to his body. He straightened up and grabbed Merlin’s dick, jerking him off while pounding his arse.
When Merlin cried out and tightened even more around him, come coating his belly and Arthur’s hand, Arthur tensed, too, spilling into Merlin with a groan. He slowly let go of Merlin’s leg as he slipped out of him and tied up the condom to toss it aside, before he slumped next to Merlin. “Wow,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.
Merlin rolled over and snuggled next to him, as sweaty and breathless as Arthur and panted into his neck. “So worth the wait.”
“Do you make all your boyfriends wait that long?” As soon as he said it, Arthur held his breath. He’d said the b-word, just like that.
But Merlin didn’t seem to notice. “Only those that are worth it.”
Part 4
Author: bunnysworld
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers: No spoilers
Warnings: modern non-magic AU, Fluff, h/c, angst, romance, drama
Word Count: 16600 and some
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the boys aren’t mine. Just took them out to play a little. I give them back unharmed - if I have to. Own nothing, no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: This is the sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Thanks to the wonderful tambear13 for betaing. All mistakes that are still in there are completely totally and utterly my own. If you find them, you’re welcome to give them a new home at your place.
This story is completely my friend D’s fault, who demanded a sequel to Super Bowl Sunday
Part 1
Part 2
With everybody else, it’d have frustrated Arthur to no end if they’d made him wait for weeks. With Merlin, he didn’t mind, even though he didn’t understand himself. Merlin was sweet, funny, adorable and hot as hell. But he could kiss him for hours on end, just gently rubbing his back or softly sliding his fingers up Merlin’s sides just to feel him squirm and hear him giggle.
Arthur never heard Gwaine enter the room and jumped when a stack of books was tossed onto the coffee table.
“Here, you two.”
Merlin blinked. “What’s that?”
Arthur tilted his head and read the titles. “’The gay Karmasutra’, ‘Gay sex for Dummies’, ‘the art of making love to your man’....”
Gwaine grinned. “If you two are done sucking each other’s faces, you might want to take a look at these. I don’t want to have to call an ambulance and explain to them that you suffer from severe cases of blue balls!”
Merlin threw a pillow at Gwaine. “Out with you!”
Gwaine retreated, still laughing.
When he was gone, Arthur opened one of the books and Merlin leaned into him so he could look at the pictures, too.
“Do you think that’s even physically possible?”
Arthur blinked. “I’m...I’m not sure.”
They had a lot of fun looking at the pictures of the quite complicated positions, and to mocking them and imagining the freak accidents that could happen.
After a while, Merlin closed the book and just snogged Arthur again.
“You know,” Arthur was once again at Merlin’s place, “you never showed me any of your work. You talk about them all the time, but I still haven’t seen a single picture you’ve taken.”
He smiled when Merlin’s eyes lit up. “You sure?”
Arthur nodded. He wasn’t much of an artsy type and had no clue how to tell a good photo from a crappy one, but he wanted to see what Merlin was doing.
Merlin came back with a portfolio and set it on the table in front of Arthur. “Here you go.”
Having expected some .jpgs on a notebook, Arthur blinked and carefully opened the portfolio that held high gloss 8x10s.
Merlin perched on the arm of the couch. “Tell me what you see.”
Oh dear, this probably hadn’t been Arthur’s best idea. He had no clue what Merlin wanted to hear and he certainly was anything but an expert when it came to photography. “I see...meagre models...wearing strange clothes...they seem to be totally bored.”
Merlin chuckled, so that was probably not a good thing to say? “Where do you eyes get drawn to?”
“Huh?”
“What do you notice first when you look at this?”
“They’re all wearing orange clothes.”
Merlin nodded and beamed. Obviously that had been the right answer, but that was hard to miss since the light setting made the orange shine. “So that’s what you were going for? I’m really not good as a critic. I have no clue about this.”
“Which is a good thing. You won’t judge a photo by the same criteria than people who have learned this. You simply go with what you feel when you see a photo.” Merlin slid down and squeezed himself between Arthur and the arm of the couch while Arthur turned page after page.
At the very end of the portfolio, the photos had changed from fashion to portrait and now Arthur was looking at nudes. Those photos weren’t taken outside like the fashion ones. They were carefully arranged (even though Arthur assumed that the fashion photos were arranged, too, just looked as if taken by chance) and beautifully lit. There were women and men alike, sometimes positioned together and the photos were very erotic, but never blunt. And very arousing.
Arthur turned his head when he felt Merlin’s eyes on him.
“What?”
“I want you to model for me.”
Arthur’s eyes went wide. “I...I’m not sure I’m the model-type. I mean...look at those gorgeous people and all those defined muscles.”
Merlin took the portfolio out of Arthur’s hand and threw it on the table. “None of them can compare to you.” His voice had gone hoarse and he still looked Arthur in the eye.
Feeling his mouth go dry, Arthur tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. Was this the moment? Was the wait over? “Merlin?” And then Merlin was on him, having shoved him flat onto the couch, his hands already under his shirt. Arthur hissed when he felt Merlin’s fingers on him and his lips against his throat, kissing and sucking every bit of exposed skin.
“Want you,” Merlin mumbled between kisses and all Arthur could do was moan, his fingers in Merlin’s hair, his dick already hard and straining against his jeans.
“Merlin, come here,” Arthur tried to pull Merlin’s face back up to his to kiss him again, but Merlin had different ideas. He unbuttoned Arthur’s shirt quickly and kissed and nibbled his chest, teasing Arthur’s nipples between his teeth and then slowly slid the tip of his tongue downwards. His fingers found the button of Arthur’s jeans and he pushed the zipper down.
Arthur wiggled and tried to get out of the confining denim, but Merlin just slid his fingers into his boxers and pulled his length out. The touch alone made Arthur light-headed and seeing Merlin lick his lips ripped a groan from his throat. He watched Merlin go down on him and when those sweet lips touched the head of his aching prick, he tensed. His head fell back against the cushions when he felt the liquid heat of Merlin’s mouth around him, that wicked tongue exploring, licking here and there, feeling his way with his tongue. Arthur dug his fingers into the black hair, not to guide or force Merlin to do anything - he didn’t need guidance and was quite eager - just to have something to ground him to not get completely lost in sensation. “Merl..., gosh, Merlin...I’m...I’ll...”
With a slow lick up the thick vein, Merlin pulled back, breathing heavily, a gleam in his eyes. He scrambled off of Arthur and pulled him up. “Come on.”
Arthur knew he must have looked ridiculous, shirt unbuttoned, jeans open, his rock-hard dick slapping against his belly with every step, but he didn’t care when Merlin pulled him along to his bedroom. Once there, he pushed his jeans and boxers down, toed his shoes off and discarded the shirt. And froze in place when he noticed Merlin looking at him. “What?”
“Fuck, Arthur, you’re a god!”
That was all the encouragement Arthur needed and he almost ripped Merlin’s t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, fumbling with the belt that held Merlin’s jeans up. Once it was dealt with, the garment just slid down Merlin’s narrow hips. But Arthur was too busy kissing Merlin to really look at him and gasped when he felt Merlin’s hard-on against his own, smearing precum against his hip as Merlin moved against him. “You’re...,” he mumbled against Merlin’s throat between kisses, “...commando?”
Merlin chuckled breathlessly. “Objections?”
Arthur growled. “Sneaky.”
They fell onto the bed and Arthur explored Merlin’s body, every inch of soft hot skin, with his hands and mouth, leaving hickeys, marking new territory. Then he felt Merlin reaching for something under the pillow and grinned against Merlin’s ribs when Merlin tossed lube and some condoms next to him.
“Need you,” Merlin moaned, “need you in me. Now. Hurry, Arthur.”
So Arthur saved the plan for sucking Merlin’s brain out through his dick for later, squeezed some of the lube on his fingers and started to prepare Merlin, who wriggled and moved under him and moaned loudly when he felt Arthur’s fingers penetrating him.
Merlin fucked himself on Arthur’s fingers and Arthur had never seen anything hotter.
“Arthur,” Merlin breathed, “want you.”
Ripping the condom package open with his teeth, Arthur reluctantly pulled his fingers out of Merlin to wrap the condom down his length and coat it with a generous amount of lube. Then he hoisted one of Merlin’s legs on his shoulder, positioned himself and slowly pushed in. He watched Merlin throw his head back and fist the sheets while Merlin’s heat engulfed him. When he was all the way in, he paused and just felt Merlin around him, alive and vibrating. And then he felt Merlin’s other leg around him, urging him to move. He knew it wouldn’t be very comfortable for Merlin, but he leaned down, almost bending Merlin in half. He just had to kiss him, taste him, breathe him in.
Merlin kissed back eagerly, his hands in Arthur’s hair, on his arms, on his back, and Arthur started to move, pulling back and then rolling his hips against Merlin, feeling that wonderful body swallow him again.
Arthur wanted this to never end, but soon he felt his orgasm building, his balls drawing up to his body. He straightened up and grabbed Merlin’s dick, jerking him off while pounding his arse.
When Merlin cried out and tightened even more around him, come coating his belly and Arthur’s hand, Arthur tensed, too, spilling into Merlin with a groan. He slowly let go of Merlin’s leg as he slipped out of him and tied up the condom to toss it aside, before he slumped next to Merlin. “Wow,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.
Merlin rolled over and snuggled next to him, as sweaty and breathless as Arthur and panted into his neck. “So worth the wait.”
“Do you make all your boyfriends wait that long?” As soon as he said it, Arthur held his breath. He’d said the b-word, just like that.
But Merlin didn’t seem to notice. “Only those that are worth it.”
Part 4