Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme

[nozomi_no_da]

MERLIN KINK MEME

Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)

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[anonymous]

Arthur halted suddenly, Merlin’s name, which he had been about to call in irritation, dying on his lips. He ducked behind the armoury door and peered through the narrow gap between it and the wall. If anyone caught him like this... But he cut off that thought before it was completed. He was the crown prince of Camelot; he did not skulk behind doors and he especially, especially did not skulk behind doors with one hand down his trousers watching his manservant--his manservant of all people.

Prince Arthur was good at lying to himself.

Merlin was perched on one of the weapons racks, Arthur’s sword across his lap, polishing cloth in hand. His brows knit together in concentration and the very pink tip of his tongue poked out of the left corner of his mouth. He pressed the cloth into the prime of the blade, near the hilt, pressing down with the heel of his hand. Then slowly, very slowly, he slid his hand down the length of the blade. His arm extended and he leaned forward over the blade to reach all the way to the tip. His fingers flexed near the hilt of the blade and slowly curled the farther he reached. He straightened up and repeated the motion several times. His eyes were fixed unerringly on the sword, as if that was the only thing that existed, as if all the noise as bustle and clutter of Camelot had dropped off the face of the earth as he worked. As he slid his hand down the shining blade his tongue retreated inside his mouth, moving in opposition. He then turned the blade over, giving the same attention and care to the other side.

Arthur’s eyes followed each movement hungrily. Merlin’s thin fingers held his gaze longest, fingers surprisingly deft, callused at their squared tips but incredibly soft just under the first knuckle. Arthur knew that from brief, accidental touches, but the memory of their texture would not leave him. The motions he made were rhythmic, hypnotic, and excruciatingly slow. Arthur forced his hand to move at Merlin’s pace and the need for more--more speed, more contact, more Merlin--was what was driving him more than anything else.

[anonymous]

OOOOH!! I want more plz! MORE!!!!

[ext_453989]

So hot!

[gabbyluv23]

Unf Amazing and so hot!