ficlet: just a common whore
Title: just a common whore
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): porn
Word Count: ~560
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Arthur/Merlin
Warnings / Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Arthur really likes to bottom. Ficlet written for franticsga, originally posted here, in which lies the reason to me breaking my bottom!Merlin law, rofl.
Arthur's fists clench tight on the table edge as he throws his head back, all blonde hair and sweat and uninhibited moans, and Merlin thinks, God, oh fucking God. His fingers are curled around Arthur's hips, and his cock is stuffed so deep into Arthur's arse, Merlin can barely breathe, it's so tight. He says as much, choking out, "So good, so good," and all Arthur does is laugh, hoarse and throaty, which becomes a moan when Merlin gives a particularly rough thrust, the tip of it stroking something inside of Arthur that has him bent over the table, stretching his muscled back, rippling, and scratching at the wood, pleading for more, more, Merlin, more.
And Merlin gives it to him - takes Arthur against the table and fucks in, balls heavy along the back of Arthur's arse where the mix of come and oil are sliding down. Merlin's cock splits Arthur wide open beneath him, and Merlin watches in fascination, the joining of their bodies, the lewd, obscene noises of skin on skin. He bites onto Arthur's shoulder and groans, takes Arthur again and again and again, because he can; because his King wants it, practically begs for it every time, writhing beneath him; because only Merlin - only he - can take Arthur, and unravel him beneath his fingers, make him just a common whore, and still love him with all his being for it too.
*
Afterwards, with Arthur slumped over the desk, and Merlin's hand wet with his spunk, Merlin will lick his fingers clean, tongue wiping his palm clean, and then bend to kiss Arthur's arse - the arse he loves to look at, to touch, to eat and fuck into. And Arthur, breathless and boneless, will gasp - arch into Merlin's mouth, close his eyes again and moan into the wood as Merlin's tongue licks stripes down his cheeks, towards his hole, sopping wet with Merlin's come, stretched red and looking empty without Merlin's cock stuffed inside, filling it to the balls.
So wordlessly, Merlin will bite down Arthur's arse - taste every inch of smooth, salty skin, the smoothest skin on his King's beautiful body, untouched and scar-less - until he reaches Arthur's hole; and then his tongue will slip in as he kisses and sucks, thrusting it in, out, in again, until his chin is dribbling with his own spunk as he eats Arthur out, and Arthur will make the loudest, most obscene noises underneath his touch. Merlin's cock will harden from the sight, the sound, the taste of Arthur, but he won't touch himself - not until he has Arthur sobbing for release from the mere fucking of his tongue.
"Merlin," Arthur will whine, low and needy, and Merlin will comply then - fucks in hard and fast, tasting himself at the back of his throat, and moaning into Arthur's arse about how he loves doing this - reducing Arthur to pieces with his hands, his mouth, making him cry like a whore for his cock, his tongue, everything. And as Merlin holds Arthur's arse down with his hands, gripping so tight it'll leave bruises, Arthur will do just that - scrape his face along the table and thrust his hips backwards for more, hiss Merlin's name over and over, until finally, he comes again, spunk decorating the stone floor, and Arthur shakes with release under Merlin's mouth.
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): porn
Word Count: ~560
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Arthur/Merlin
Warnings / Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Arthur really likes to bottom. Ficlet written for franticsga, originally posted here, in which lies the reason to me breaking my bottom!Merlin law, rofl.
Arthur's fists clench tight on the table edge as he throws his head back, all blonde hair and sweat and uninhibited moans, and Merlin thinks, God, oh fucking God. His fingers are curled around Arthur's hips, and his cock is stuffed so deep into Arthur's arse, Merlin can barely breathe, it's so tight. He says as much, choking out, "So good, so good," and all Arthur does is laugh, hoarse and throaty, which becomes a moan when Merlin gives a particularly rough thrust, the tip of it stroking something inside of Arthur that has him bent over the table, stretching his muscled back, rippling, and scratching at the wood, pleading for more, more, Merlin, more.
And Merlin gives it to him - takes Arthur against the table and fucks in, balls heavy along the back of Arthur's arse where the mix of come and oil are sliding down. Merlin's cock splits Arthur wide open beneath him, and Merlin watches in fascination, the joining of their bodies, the lewd, obscene noises of skin on skin. He bites onto Arthur's shoulder and groans, takes Arthur again and again and again, because he can; because his King wants it, practically begs for it every time, writhing beneath him; because only Merlin - only he - can take Arthur, and unravel him beneath his fingers, make him just a common whore, and still love him with all his being for it too.
*
Afterwards, with Arthur slumped over the desk, and Merlin's hand wet with his spunk, Merlin will lick his fingers clean, tongue wiping his palm clean, and then bend to kiss Arthur's arse - the arse he loves to look at, to touch, to eat and fuck into. And Arthur, breathless and boneless, will gasp - arch into Merlin's mouth, close his eyes again and moan into the wood as Merlin's tongue licks stripes down his cheeks, towards his hole, sopping wet with Merlin's come, stretched red and looking empty without Merlin's cock stuffed inside, filling it to the balls.
So wordlessly, Merlin will bite down Arthur's arse - taste every inch of smooth, salty skin, the smoothest skin on his King's beautiful body, untouched and scar-less - until he reaches Arthur's hole; and then his tongue will slip in as he kisses and sucks, thrusting it in, out, in again, until his chin is dribbling with his own spunk as he eats Arthur out, and Arthur will make the loudest, most obscene noises underneath his touch. Merlin's cock will harden from the sight, the sound, the taste of Arthur, but he won't touch himself - not until he has Arthur sobbing for release from the mere fucking of his tongue.
"Merlin," Arthur will whine, low and needy, and Merlin will comply then - fucks in hard and fast, tasting himself at the back of his throat, and moaning into Arthur's arse about how he loves doing this - reducing Arthur to pieces with his hands, his mouth, making him cry like a whore for his cock, his tongue, everything. And as Merlin holds Arthur's arse down with his hands, gripping so tight it'll leave bruises, Arthur will do just that - scrape his face along the table and thrust his hips backwards for more, hiss Merlin's name over and over, until finally, he comes again, spunk decorating the stone floor, and Arthur shakes with release under Merlin's mouth.