Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme
MERLIN KINK MEME
Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)
THE RULES
♥ Post your request ANONYMOUSLY. Unless you'd really prefer not to.♥ One request per comment ( Read more... )
Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)
THE RULES
♥ Post your request ANONYMOUSLY. Unless you'd really prefer not to.♥ One request per comment ( Read more... )
He swallows. To hell with pride. His prince has made a request, and he would be a bad servant not to fulfil it to the best of his abilities.
Merlin puts aside the silver goblet he's been polishing and walks over to the bed. He's about to get down to business - and he'll have to watch himself; his own cock is a lot more than just twitching by now, and he hasn't washed his other pair of trousers yet - when he remembers something. A quick look around he room, and he locates a small bowl sitting on a chest across the room. He knows what's in it, he's brought it up here himself. It's a salve of some sort, meant to treat bruises and muscle aches. Merlin doesn't know what exactly it does, but he knows that it makes for a very interesting tingling sensation when brought into contact with bare skin. He smirks and quickly fetches the bowl; then returns to the bed.
Arthur has been following his every move, and when he realizes what Merlin is holding in his hands, his smile turns almost admiring. "Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," he says again. "I didn't think you'd have it in you."
No matter what his brain has been telling him about not being into these kinds of games, Merlin's cock pulsates with pleasure at the praise. He smiles. "Anything for my prince."
Finally, he climbs onto the bed and proceeds to straddle Arthur's out-stretched legs. Arthur reaches down to pull away his undergarments - there's a small moist spot of pre-come staining them already, and who's going to be the one cleaning those pants, Merlin thinks with a touch of resignation - but Merlin puts his palm over Arthur's hand. "Just relax," he says, and smiles again. "Let me tend to you, my precious Royal Highness."
Arthur does stop, and Merlin can tell that his precious Royal Highness, for one, has no doubts about whether or not he enjoys these kinds of games. Merlin hasn't even touched him yet, but Arthur's breathing is going harder already, and a pink tongue flicks out to moisten dry lips. Prince Arthur is getting off on lording over willing servants. Well, thinking about it, that should not have been new information.
Merlin picks up the bowl with the salve and scopes up a generous amount. He spreads it over his hands and palms, deliberately slowly, his eyes never leaving Arthur's face. Arthur is watching Merlin's fingers, and there's the tongue again, not licking this time, just the tip peeking out between full lips. Merlin feels more heat rushing towards his groin, and less for the sake of Arthur than for his own, he decides to stop teasing. He reaches down to push up Arthur's lose undershirt, the skin of his palms, slick and sensitized from the salve, slide smoothly over firm stomach muscles. Arthur draws in a breath, and his head falls back against the headrest of the bed. "Oh yes. That's it, Merlin," he says, his voice not entirely steady.
Merlin smirks, and without much further ado slips his hands downward and into Arthur's undergarments, easily pushing the lose fabric out of the way. Arthur's cock is hard and lying firmly against his stomach, the head red and glistening with pre-come. It's Merlin's turn to bring some moisture to his lips, and he quickly wraps the fingers of his right hand around the shaft.
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At the sight of the usually oh-so-superior Prince Arthur being reduced to a shivering, moaning bundle of pleasure underneath him, Merlin is the one who utters a noise that sounds suspiciously like a lust-filled grunt even to his own ears. He shifts his balance a little, and without stopping the movements of his right hand, he uses his left to quickly undo the strings of his trousers and slips his fingers underneath the fabric.
Merlin underestimated the effect of the salve. The touch of his own hand on his cock is so much more there, so much more intense than usual, and the sound he makes this time is definitely more than a grunt. The fingers of both his hands tighten, and Arthur bucks his hips, almost throwing Merlin off balance, and spills a considerable amount of pre-come over Merlin's knuckles. At the pants and the grunts from Arthur, Merlin feels the knot at the base of his spine tighten, and he decides that if he's to leave this to its natural progression, it's going to take far too long. He concentrates for a moment, both his hands pumping in a simultaneous rhythm, and then sends out an impulse the effect of which he's been enjoying since the age of thirteen, when he figured out that combining jerking off with magic made for some intense moments of pleasure not easily forgotten.
Arthur cries out this time, a proper cry of pleasure, and both Merlin's hands are suddenly soaked in warm wetness as the magic does its trick. Merlin gasps and holds his breath, growing completely still as his climax runs through him, stimulating every part of his body down to his teeth and the tips of his fingers. It's over much too quickly, as always, and when the tension abates, he moves away from Arthur, flopping down next to him on the bed. His breath is rushing in and out of his lungs, while Arthur's harsh panting seems almost amplified in the post-coital clarity of sensations.
"Wow," Arthur finally says, sounding, in fact and to Merlin's pleasure, pretty damn impressed. "Wow. It's always the quiet ones, eh? We need to do this again really soon."
"I wouldn't be opposed to that," Merlin says, sounding not quite as composed as he would like to. "Not right now, though. First, I've got some trousers to clean."
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lots of anon huggles for you!
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Yeah, that's all I've been reduced to. <3
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