fic: under the covers together, rolled into one
Title: under the covers together, rolled into one
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): porn
Word Count: ~1,080
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Arthur/Merlin
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Written for hermette's fu-a-thon for this prompt: Sharing body heat, in some kind of desperate situation. Could lead to anything you like... Originally posted here.
"Stop it."
Merlin curls into a tighter ball, arms wrapped around his torso and chin tucked into his chest. "Stop w-what?" he mumbles.
"Stop chattering," Arthur complains from behind Merlin's back, where he's lying in his own bedroll.
"I-I can't help it," Merlin protests. His nose feels like it's about to fall off, and he can hardly move his fingers and toes. "It's cold."
"I hadn't noticed," Arthur drawls sarcastically, and Merlin hears him shifting. After a pause, he says, "Come here."
"What?"
"I said come here, Merlin, you idiot," Arthur hisses, and thrusts an arm out to grab his manservant by his side and roll him over to face him. "Come on, hurry up!"
Merlin is too tired and cold to protest about the inappropriateness of a manservant sharing his master's bed (especially the Crown Prince of Camelot), so he lets Arthur manhandle him. After some shuffling, their bedrolls are side by side, and both under the same covers.
"Better?" Arthur says, searching Merlin's face. "Your teeth have stopped chattering, at least."
"Still cold," Merlin whispers. He's indeed warmer than before, with Arthur's body heat closer, but he continues to shiver with the lack of blood circulation travelling through his limbs.
Arthur frowns in concern, and a hand rests on Merlin's waist to drag him even closer. Merlin squeaks in alarm, but Arthur silences him with, "You're shaking, and this will help, I promise. I'm just as cold as you are, and this is a survival technique. Trust me, Merlin."
Merlin goes quiet as Arthur pulls Merlin flush against him, their bodies aligned and touching as intimately as possible with Arthur's arms hugging Merlin to his chest. Merlin sighs in relief as Arthur's additional body heat seeps into his bones, his head tucked under Arthur's chin and his hands pressing into Arthur's shirt.
"Better?" Arthur repeats.
Merlin wants to nod his head, but he doesn't want to knock Arthur's teeth out. "Yeah," he mumbles instead. "Thanks."
Arthur's feet tangles with Merlin's as he breathes warmth on Merlin's head. After a brief silence, in which Merlin listens to the thudding of Arthur's heart in his ribcage, Arthur breaks it again, saying, "Take your shirt off."
Merlin jerks in surprise, but Arthur's arms, strong around his torso, hold him still. "What!"
Merlin can't see Arthur's face, but he sounds frustrated. "I know it sounds stupid, but sharing body heat is limited when you're wearing clothes. It's best if it's skin on skin."
"That's ridiculous," Merlin mutters in disbelief.
"Do you believe me or not?" Arthur demands irritably.
"Fine, fine," Merlin acquiesces, and untangles himself from Arthur's embrace. He's grateful for the dim light in the cave, which hopefully prevents Arthur from witnessing the bright blush that's darkened Merlin's cheeks as he awkwardly pulls his shirt over his head.
When Merlin throws the shirt on top of their covers, he realises Arthur has stripped too. Merlin only has seconds to gape before Arthur is pulling him down again, into the same position as before, their naked chests pressed together.
Arthur bends his head so his hair tickles Merlin's cheek, and their mouths are so close, they could kiss. "See, you're not shivering anymore," he says triumphantly whilst locking their legs together, his fingers trailing down Merlin's side.
"Prat," Merlin murmurs into Arthur's bare neck.
They lie in silence for what feels like a short eternity. Merlin listens to the raging blizzard beyond the cave's entrance, and wonders how far away the castle is on foot, since they've lost the horses; probably a week at the very least, if they're not rescued. The sound is soon drowned out, though, by the racing pulse of Arthur's heart, drumming against Merlin's own, so loud it fills Merlin's ears in rhythm with Arthur's breathing.
"Arthur," Merlin whispers, sure that the Prince isn't asleep, not whilst his heart is running like a herd of race horses. He draws away to look the Prince in the face, only to find him staring with glittering, dark eyes, expression unreadable. "Sire?" Merlin shifts only slightly, but their close proximity causes him to immediately notice it - the hard length beside Merlin's thigh.
Merlin freezes.
They watch each other, caught and nervous, for several seconds, until Merlin leans forward, pressing his chapped lips to Arthur's neck again. This time, though, he kisses along the skin, mapping the tanned territory, and Arthur's mouth opens with an escaping breath, one filled with relief and desire.
"Merlin," he gasps, as Merlin's tongue darts out to lick a wet stripe along a protruding vein.
Merlin is quick to silence him as he leans up and captures Arthur's lips in a kiss. It's hesitant at first, exploratory and gentle, but once Arthur's tongue slips into Merlin's mouth, it quickly spirals out of control, turning passionate and greedy.
Minutes later, Arthur has pinned below him, mouths still meshed together as their hands trail along skin that's beginning to burn with need. Merlin mewls as Arthur's fingers scrape down his nipples to his breeches, and Arthur mutters, "Strip, come on."
It doesn't take long to shed their final layer of clothing, until they're completely naked under the covers together, rolled into one. Arthur presses himself down on Merlin, and they shake and moan at the sensation of their hardened cocks flush against each other, touching. "Arthur," Merlin gasps, "sire!"
Their movements fast become frantic, Arthur setting a rapid pace, grinding down on Merlin as Merlin thrusts up, increasing friction between their cocks. Merlin's fingers dig deep into Arthur's shoulders, clinging on as Arthur ruts, powerful and strong and hard, and moaning, "Please, yes, Arthur."
They ravish each other's mouths, tearing words and moans from lips, until Arthur is biting on Merlin's neck, whispering harshly, "I'm close, come on Merlin, come with me, come on."
Merlin makes a sound that's more animal than human, and then they're coming together in a blinding light, Arthur thrusting his release against Merlin with a groan that's loud enough to echo through the cave for several seconds.
They breathe heavily against each other for a while, struggling for coherent words through panting, but it never comes. Eventually, Arthur slides off Merlin, and pulls him close once more - wipes the wetness on their stomachs across their skin, ignoring the mess. "Sleep," he whispers into Merlin's ear, and folds his arms tight around him, to keep him safe and warm.
Merlin sighs and nuzzles into Arthur's skin, savouring the shared body heat. Sleep is just behind the corner.
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): porn
Word Count: ~1,080
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Arthur/Merlin
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Written for hermette's fu-a-thon for this prompt: Sharing body heat, in some kind of desperate situation. Could lead to anything you like... Originally posted here.
"Stop it."
Merlin curls into a tighter ball, arms wrapped around his torso and chin tucked into his chest. "Stop w-what?" he mumbles.
"Stop chattering," Arthur complains from behind Merlin's back, where he's lying in his own bedroll.
"I-I can't help it," Merlin protests. His nose feels like it's about to fall off, and he can hardly move his fingers and toes. "It's cold."
"I hadn't noticed," Arthur drawls sarcastically, and Merlin hears him shifting. After a pause, he says, "Come here."
"What?"
"I said come here, Merlin, you idiot," Arthur hisses, and thrusts an arm out to grab his manservant by his side and roll him over to face him. "Come on, hurry up!"
Merlin is too tired and cold to protest about the inappropriateness of a manservant sharing his master's bed (especially the Crown Prince of Camelot), so he lets Arthur manhandle him. After some shuffling, their bedrolls are side by side, and both under the same covers.
"Better?" Arthur says, searching Merlin's face. "Your teeth have stopped chattering, at least."
"Still cold," Merlin whispers. He's indeed warmer than before, with Arthur's body heat closer, but he continues to shiver with the lack of blood circulation travelling through his limbs.
Arthur frowns in concern, and a hand rests on Merlin's waist to drag him even closer. Merlin squeaks in alarm, but Arthur silences him with, "You're shaking, and this will help, I promise. I'm just as cold as you are, and this is a survival technique. Trust me, Merlin."
Merlin goes quiet as Arthur pulls Merlin flush against him, their bodies aligned and touching as intimately as possible with Arthur's arms hugging Merlin to his chest. Merlin sighs in relief as Arthur's additional body heat seeps into his bones, his head tucked under Arthur's chin and his hands pressing into Arthur's shirt.
"Better?" Arthur repeats.
Merlin wants to nod his head, but he doesn't want to knock Arthur's teeth out. "Yeah," he mumbles instead. "Thanks."
Arthur's feet tangles with Merlin's as he breathes warmth on Merlin's head. After a brief silence, in which Merlin listens to the thudding of Arthur's heart in his ribcage, Arthur breaks it again, saying, "Take your shirt off."
Merlin jerks in surprise, but Arthur's arms, strong around his torso, hold him still. "What!"
Merlin can't see Arthur's face, but he sounds frustrated. "I know it sounds stupid, but sharing body heat is limited when you're wearing clothes. It's best if it's skin on skin."
"That's ridiculous," Merlin mutters in disbelief.
"Do you believe me or not?" Arthur demands irritably.
"Fine, fine," Merlin acquiesces, and untangles himself from Arthur's embrace. He's grateful for the dim light in the cave, which hopefully prevents Arthur from witnessing the bright blush that's darkened Merlin's cheeks as he awkwardly pulls his shirt over his head.
When Merlin throws the shirt on top of their covers, he realises Arthur has stripped too. Merlin only has seconds to gape before Arthur is pulling him down again, into the same position as before, their naked chests pressed together.
Arthur bends his head so his hair tickles Merlin's cheek, and their mouths are so close, they could kiss. "See, you're not shivering anymore," he says triumphantly whilst locking their legs together, his fingers trailing down Merlin's side.
"Prat," Merlin murmurs into Arthur's bare neck.
They lie in silence for what feels like a short eternity. Merlin listens to the raging blizzard beyond the cave's entrance, and wonders how far away the castle is on foot, since they've lost the horses; probably a week at the very least, if they're not rescued. The sound is soon drowned out, though, by the racing pulse of Arthur's heart, drumming against Merlin's own, so loud it fills Merlin's ears in rhythm with Arthur's breathing.
"Arthur," Merlin whispers, sure that the Prince isn't asleep, not whilst his heart is running like a herd of race horses. He draws away to look the Prince in the face, only to find him staring with glittering, dark eyes, expression unreadable. "Sire?" Merlin shifts only slightly, but their close proximity causes him to immediately notice it - the hard length beside Merlin's thigh.
Merlin freezes.
They watch each other, caught and nervous, for several seconds, until Merlin leans forward, pressing his chapped lips to Arthur's neck again. This time, though, he kisses along the skin, mapping the tanned territory, and Arthur's mouth opens with an escaping breath, one filled with relief and desire.
"Merlin," he gasps, as Merlin's tongue darts out to lick a wet stripe along a protruding vein.
Merlin is quick to silence him as he leans up and captures Arthur's lips in a kiss. It's hesitant at first, exploratory and gentle, but once Arthur's tongue slips into Merlin's mouth, it quickly spirals out of control, turning passionate and greedy.
Minutes later, Arthur has pinned below him, mouths still meshed together as their hands trail along skin that's beginning to burn with need. Merlin mewls as Arthur's fingers scrape down his nipples to his breeches, and Arthur mutters, "Strip, come on."
It doesn't take long to shed their final layer of clothing, until they're completely naked under the covers together, rolled into one. Arthur presses himself down on Merlin, and they shake and moan at the sensation of their hardened cocks flush against each other, touching. "Arthur," Merlin gasps, "sire!"
Their movements fast become frantic, Arthur setting a rapid pace, grinding down on Merlin as Merlin thrusts up, increasing friction between their cocks. Merlin's fingers dig deep into Arthur's shoulders, clinging on as Arthur ruts, powerful and strong and hard, and moaning, "Please, yes, Arthur."
They ravish each other's mouths, tearing words and moans from lips, until Arthur is biting on Merlin's neck, whispering harshly, "I'm close, come on Merlin, come with me, come on."
Merlin makes a sound that's more animal than human, and then they're coming together in a blinding light, Arthur thrusting his release against Merlin with a groan that's loud enough to echo through the cave for several seconds.
They breathe heavily against each other for a while, struggling for coherent words through panting, but it never comes. Eventually, Arthur slides off Merlin, and pulls him close once more - wipes the wetness on their stomachs across their skin, ignoring the mess. "Sleep," he whispers into Merlin's ear, and folds his arms tight around him, to keep him safe and warm.
Merlin sighs and nuzzles into Arthur's skin, savouring the shared body heat. Sleep is just behind the corner.