ficlet: the wall that separates them
Title: the wall that separates them
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): porn
Word Count: ~500
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Arthur/Merlin (Arthur/Sophia, Freya/Merlin)
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Written for hermette's fu-a-thon to get me back in the groove of writing, for this prompt: Arthur and Merlin, clubbing, get drunkenly dragged into adjoining cubicles with separate girls. Arthur gets turned on, knowing that Merlin is right next to him, having a blow job/hand job and he can hear every moan. Originally posted here.
She says her name is Sophie - or maybe it's Sophia, Arthur doesn't remember, it's all a blur. One moment he's on the dance floor, grinding into this pretty blonde thing, the next he's being dragged into the toilets (he doesn't know if it's the men's or women's either, but he doesn't much care) and unceremoniously shoved onto a seat.
"Make yourself comfortable," Sophie giggles as she rips Arthur's fly open with little shame. The alcohol is a buzz in Arthur's head as his head hits the wall and Sophie drags his jeans down.
"Jesus fucking Christ, yes."
For a second, Arthur thinks it's his own voice he hears, as Sophie licks an experimental stripe up his half-hard cock, until he recognises it, with a shock, as Merlin.
"Shit," Arthur breathes, eyelids fluttering shut. He has a vague recollection of watching Merlin writhe against a petite brunette earlier on the dance floor, completely off his face (because Merlin would only dance in public when raging drunk, Arthur has leant this after years of being his best mate), and completely unresisting when he'd been dragged away.
"Come on," Sophie murmurs around his cock, which is still unresponsive to her mouth. "You like that?"
"Yeah, baby, take it, so good."
"Yes," Arthur moans, and closes his eyes to the sound of Merlin making the lewdest noises, unashamed and loud, punctuated by Sophie's enthusiastic sucking. It doesn't take long for Arthur's cock to harden to the point of pain, seeing images of Merlin lying flushed against the cubicle wall, legs spread wide open.
"Hm, that's better," Sophie hums, nails digging into Arthur's thigh.
"Faster, oh fuck yeah, come on," Arthur hears Merlin moan, and he groans low in his throat - scrabbles for Sophie's hair and clings on, imagining eyes clenched shut, dark hair in disarray, and lips parted and crying out the most obscene of things. Who knew Merlin would have such a dirty mouth?
"Yeah, oh fuck yeah," Arthur mutters, and thus begins a pattern, where Merlin's voice cracks, and Arthur will follow him with an echoing moan.
"I'm close, so close, going to come," Merlin says, breathing ragged, and with his eyes closed, Arthur imagines it being whispered into his ear, as though Merlin is right next to him, no cubicle wall separating them. "Oh God, fuck!"
Arthur hears Merlin coming, violently from the sounds of it - the walls are banging, and Arthur thinks it's Merlin, his hands hitting them as he rides his high and spurts come down that girl's throat. The thought of it has Arthur groaning loudly, clutching Sophie's head tight, and thrusting his release into her with moans of, "Yes, yes, yes."
As Sophie swallows his come like a hungry whore, pulling away with white dribbling from the corners of her lips, Arthur leans against the wall breathlessly, jeans undone and cock naked. He can hear Merlin struggling for breath beside him, their panting in rhythm.
Arthur's hand touches the wall that separates them, and begins to laugh.
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): porn
Word Count: ~500
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Arthur/Merlin (Arthur/Sophia, Freya/Merlin)
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Written for hermette's fu-a-thon to get me back in the groove of writing, for this prompt: Arthur and Merlin, clubbing, get drunkenly dragged into adjoining cubicles with separate girls. Arthur gets turned on, knowing that Merlin is right next to him, having a blow job/hand job and he can hear every moan. Originally posted here.
She says her name is Sophie - or maybe it's Sophia, Arthur doesn't remember, it's all a blur. One moment he's on the dance floor, grinding into this pretty blonde thing, the next he's being dragged into the toilets (he doesn't know if it's the men's or women's either, but he doesn't much care) and unceremoniously shoved onto a seat.
"Make yourself comfortable," Sophie giggles as she rips Arthur's fly open with little shame. The alcohol is a buzz in Arthur's head as his head hits the wall and Sophie drags his jeans down.
"Jesus fucking Christ, yes."
For a second, Arthur thinks it's his own voice he hears, as Sophie licks an experimental stripe up his half-hard cock, until he recognises it, with a shock, as Merlin.
"Shit," Arthur breathes, eyelids fluttering shut. He has a vague recollection of watching Merlin writhe against a petite brunette earlier on the dance floor, completely off his face (because Merlin would only dance in public when raging drunk, Arthur has leant this after years of being his best mate), and completely unresisting when he'd been dragged away.
"Come on," Sophie murmurs around his cock, which is still unresponsive to her mouth. "You like that?"
"Yeah, baby, take it, so good."
"Yes," Arthur moans, and closes his eyes to the sound of Merlin making the lewdest noises, unashamed and loud, punctuated by Sophie's enthusiastic sucking. It doesn't take long for Arthur's cock to harden to the point of pain, seeing images of Merlin lying flushed against the cubicle wall, legs spread wide open.
"Hm, that's better," Sophie hums, nails digging into Arthur's thigh.
"Faster, oh fuck yeah, come on," Arthur hears Merlin moan, and he groans low in his throat - scrabbles for Sophie's hair and clings on, imagining eyes clenched shut, dark hair in disarray, and lips parted and crying out the most obscene of things. Who knew Merlin would have such a dirty mouth?
"Yeah, oh fuck yeah," Arthur mutters, and thus begins a pattern, where Merlin's voice cracks, and Arthur will follow him with an echoing moan.
"I'm close, so close, going to come," Merlin says, breathing ragged, and with his eyes closed, Arthur imagines it being whispered into his ear, as though Merlin is right next to him, no cubicle wall separating them. "Oh God, fuck!"
Arthur hears Merlin coming, violently from the sounds of it - the walls are banging, and Arthur thinks it's Merlin, his hands hitting them as he rides his high and spurts come down that girl's throat. The thought of it has Arthur groaning loudly, clutching Sophie's head tight, and thrusting his release into her with moans of, "Yes, yes, yes."
As Sophie swallows his come like a hungry whore, pulling away with white dribbling from the corners of her lips, Arthur leans against the wall breathlessly, jeans undone and cock naked. He can hear Merlin struggling for breath beside him, their panting in rhythm.
Arthur's hand touches the wall that separates them, and begins to laugh.