'Glerk,' said Arthur, and wondered if there was anyway to end this before Merlin noticed how incredibly hard he, Arthur was. Merlin turned back to him and he was smirking from ear to ear.
'That's another thing,' Merlin added, and as he speaks he closed the space between himself and Arthur again. 'there's the noises he's making, too. You're not sure what his sensitive spots are but you'll hit one of them accidentally. You'll probably have to hold him down by the hips,' and at that point, he laid his palms flat against Arthur's hips, by way of demonstration. Arthur managed to hold himself perfectly still as Merlin went on, 'He's not a demonstrative person, Arthur. So you'd have to be really very good to get him thrashing about and moaning. But anything you could get out of him you would count as a victory, because this is Prince Arthur of Control-A-Lot, and seeing him give up his precious composure might just be the most arousing thing you've seen.'
Merlin stopped, and dropped his eyes in what Arthur might have mistaken for a humble gesture, if it hadn't meant Merlin was now staring straight at his cock.
Merlin swallowed. 'So, um. There you have it. I'm sure there's plenty of serving girls -'
'Shut up.' Arthur reached a quick decision - one which he would no doubt regret later - and cut Merlin off. 'Just... shut up.'
Merlin's face went shuttered and his hand's fell away from Arthur's hips. Arthur did the only thing he could think of, and his arms snapped out and caught Merlin by the waist before he could get away. He tugged Merlin sharply up against him, and yes, it was rather embarrassing that he, Arthur, was very very hard right now but Merlin had managed to give that whole speech and Arthur had only the crack and wobble in his voice to suggest it had affected him at all.
'Arthur?' There was that gratifying wobble again.
'Shut up,' Arthur repeated, burying his face in Merlin's shoulder, ripping the silly scarf off so that he could lick and nibble at the skin.
Merlin, the little bastard, pushed him away. 'What do you think you're doing?' he asked, his voice enviably steady.
Arthur reached out for him again, and Merlin caught his hands and held them away. 'Fuck, Merlin,' he whined, hearing the petulance in his voice and unable to modulate it.
Merlin laughed. 'It's considered polite to ask first,' he said, eyes dancing.
'Please...' There really wasn't anything else he could say. Merlin grinned up at him, and reached up to tangle his hand in Arthur's hair and pull him down.
'If you insist,' he murmured, against Arthur's lips. 'If you insist, sire.'
Wow I wasn't expecting two responses (I'm the OP). This was excellent. I loved Merlin teaching Arthur about the joy of blowjobs. And Arthur imagining himself to be Guinevere.. that's actually kind of kinky in a weird way. The humour throughout was great.
Dear God, I'm literally hot right now. Like, my arms and legs and tummy and *cough* other places, are warm. And tingly. I can't remember the last time I felt like this. BRAVO!
'That's another thing,' Merlin added, and as he speaks he closed the space between himself and Arthur again. 'there's the noises he's making, too. You're not sure what his sensitive spots are but you'll hit one of them accidentally. You'll probably have to hold him down by the hips,' and at that point, he laid his palms flat against Arthur's hips, by way of demonstration. Arthur managed to hold himself perfectly still as Merlin went on, 'He's not a demonstrative person, Arthur. So you'd have to be really very good to get him thrashing about and moaning. But anything you could get out of him you would count as a victory, because this is Prince Arthur of Control-A-Lot, and seeing him give up his precious composure might just be the most arousing thing you've seen.'
Merlin stopped, and dropped his eyes in what Arthur might have mistaken for a humble gesture, if it hadn't meant Merlin was now staring straight at his cock.
Merlin swallowed. 'So, um. There you have it. I'm sure there's plenty of serving girls -'
'Shut up.' Arthur reached a quick decision - one which he would no doubt regret later - and cut Merlin off. 'Just... shut up.'
Merlin's face went shuttered and his hand's fell away from Arthur's hips. Arthur did the only thing he could think of, and his arms snapped out and caught Merlin by the waist before he could get away. He tugged Merlin sharply up against him, and yes, it was rather embarrassing that he, Arthur, was very very hard right now but Merlin had managed to give that whole speech and Arthur had only the crack and wobble in his voice to suggest it had affected him at all.
'Arthur?' There was that gratifying wobble again.
'Shut up,' Arthur repeated, burying his face in Merlin's shoulder, ripping the silly scarf off so that he could lick and nibble at the skin.
Merlin, the little bastard, pushed him away. 'What do you think you're doing?' he asked, his voice enviably steady.
Arthur reached out for him again, and Merlin caught his hands and held them away. 'Fuck, Merlin,' he whined, hearing the petulance in his voice and unable to modulate it.
Merlin laughed. 'It's considered polite to ask first,' he said, eyes dancing.
'Please...' There really wasn't anything else he could say. Merlin grinned up at him, and reached up to tangle his hand in Arthur's hair and pull him down.
'If you insist,' he murmured, against Arthur's lips. 'If you insist, sire.'
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But I'm glad you liked it :D.
And Arthur imagining himself to be Guinevere.. that's actually kind of kinky in a weird way.
Had to throw some kind of Arthur/Gwen in there. It really is suspect that he thought of her first...
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