fic: affection and filth
Title: affection and filth
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): extremely smutty porn
Word Count: ~1660
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Arthur/Lancelot/Merlin
Warnings / Spoilers: double penetration
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Lancelot is hired for a reason. Written for funwithjinx’s birthday!
“What’s your name?”
Lancelot looks between the two men: the slender, dark-haired one sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him expectantly; then the broader, blonde of the two standing next to the window, having closed the curtains.
“Lancelot.”
The blonde raises a sceptical eyebrow, one Lancelot is familiar with.
“Seriously?”
“It’s not my real name,” Lancelot explains, as though it’s obvious.
“That’s understandable.” The one on the bed stretches out on the covers, and grins. “It doesn’t matter what your name is, as long as you get the job done, right?”
Lancelot gives a curt nod.
“I’m Merlin, by the way,” the man continues genially. He jerks a thumb in the direction of the blonde. “And Mr Grumpy over there is Arthur.”
Arthur sends Merlin a withering look. Lancelot thinks he’s biting back a retort for the sake of civility.
“Are those your real names?” Lancelot asks, thinking his question valid considering it’d already been directed at him.
Merlin grins, amused. “Believe it or not, yes.”
Arthur hefts a sigh and crosses towards Merlin. He begins unbuttoning his crimson shirt. “Whatever. Are we going to do this or what?”
Merlin rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. As Arthur settles onto the bed behind him, he pulls his t-shirt over his head and flings it into the corner of the bedroom. Then, he turns his eyes on Lancelot, and Lancelot can see the question in his stare.
Without looking away, Lancelot unzips his fly.
“This is why you hired me?” Lancelot gasps. Merlin’s mouth is wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily, whilst Arthur, kneeling behind Merlin, shoves four fingers into him.
Arthur shrugs. His concentration is fixed on Merlin’s arsehole, clenching tight around him. “It was Merlin’s idea.”
Lancelot frowns, but the creases along his brow flatten when Merlin’s tongue flicks at the head of his cock, and he grunts with pleasure. “So,” he manages to say breathily, “you don’t want this?”
Arthur looks up at him, eyes dark and hooded, and for the first time that night, he sends Lancelot a smirk, all primal and heated.
“I never said that this is Merlin’s fantasy. Only that it was his idea to hire you.”
Lancelot blinks, trying to digest this piece of information through the hazy, hot sensation of Merlin’s mouth on him. So this is Arthur’s kink, and Merlin wants to fulfil it for him?
Lancelot glances down at Merlin, at the mess of black hair he has his fingers tangled in, holding tight, and wonders how much this kid must love this Arthur.
“What if he doesn’t enjoy it?” Lancelot asks, looking back up at Arthur questioningly.
Arthur snorts, and finally pulls out his fingers - leans down to lick at Merlin’s arse cheeks. “He’ll like it. Merlin’s a slut.”
Merlin suddenly pulls off Lancelot’s cock, and Lancelot has to suppress a moan as Merlin looks between them indignantly. “I’m right here, you know.”
Arthur grins, and Lancelot takes note of crooked teeth before Arthur’s pulling Merlin’s face towards him, angling his jaw so they kiss, deep and filthy.
Lancelot’s cock twitches with interest.
“Ready?” Arthur murmurs, looking into Merlin’s eyes. Merlin smiles.
Lancelot waits patiently as the two men organise themselves into their positions: Arthur lies against the headboard of the bed as Merlin straddles his lap. Then, Lancelot watches Arthur takes a hold of his cock, and lets Merlin sink down onto it - practised, fluent with one another. They moan simultaneously, and kiss again.
Arthur holds still as Merlin begins a steady rhythm - up, down, up, down - bouncing on Arthur’s cock with an expression of lust worn bright on his face. He’s breathing girly moans as Arthur murmurs, “Yeah, that’s it baby, take it, go on,” and tweaks a nipple in one hand, holding on hard to Merlin’s thigh with the other.
After a short eternity, Merlin pauses. His face his flushed pink and his eyes glazed as he turns around and looks for Lancelot. “I’m ready. Come on.”
Lancelot nods. He walks forward on his knees, past Arthur’s stretched legs beneath Merlin, and up to the opening of Merlin’s arsehole, split apart on Arthur’s cock. Lancelot can see the slick shine of lube leaking around Merlin’s tight clutch, slipping down his inner thigh.
Merlin inclines his head backwards so his lips are mere inches away from Lancelot’s, whose cock is hanging neglected just behind Merlin’s arse. “I’m going to need some… preparation first.”
Lancelot nods again. He takes the bottle of lube, abandoned on the side, and squirts a generous amount into his hand. He uses his left hand to slick the condom around his cock as one of his right fingers, wet and cold, slowly penetrate Merlin alongside Arthur’s cock. Lancelot watches with fascination as it slides in easily, and as Arthur’s breath turns ragged with anticipation, Merlin trembles above him.
“You’re tight,” Lancelot says matter-of-factly, a hint of concern and trepidation evident in his voice, as he carefully pumps his finger in and out of Merlin’s hole.
“He’ll be fine,” Arthur replies. Lancelot catches his eyes over Merlin’s shoulder and sees the certainty there. He adds a second finger, and Merlin moans. “He can take it.”
Lancelot continues wordlessly: he slides in a third, then a fourth, until Merlin is sobbing with pleasure, held down by Arthur’s big, strong hands, who’s whispering dirty little things into his ear, like Feels good, doesn’t it, Merlin? and You’re so hot, God and Can’t wait for his cock, can you, you slut?
Finally, Lancelot removes his fingers and, with one affirming last glance at Arthur, he guides his cock forward. He breaches Merlin’s hole with a grunt, as a forewarning to him and because Merlin is unbelievably tight, clutching at Lancelot’s cockhead and sucking him in. Lancelot exhales shakily as Merlin whimpers into Arthur’s mouth - he’s kissing him quiet, muffling his moans and swallowing every noise down his throat.
Lancelot is extremely slow - takes his time wedging his cock into Merlin, sliding it above Arthur’s - thinks he can feel Arthur throbbing beside him through the condom. He holds in every gasp until he’s balls-deep, Merlin’s back spread just beneath his chest, and then he stills, holding himself with every ounce of will within him. The instinct to thrust is almost overpowering.
Merlin takes a shuddery breath as Arthur mouths along his neck, sucking at the already bruised, sensitive skin. “Oh fuck,” he whispers.
“Are you all right?” Lancelot asks in concern, and he’s proud that his voice doesn’t crack.
Merlin twists his head around, and Lancelot is surprised by the filthy grin wide on his boyish face. “It’s more than all right. You can move in a minute.”
When they give Lancelot the green light, he begins to thrust gently - drawing back just an inch, and then pushing in again. It takes a while, but eventually Arthur starts to arch with his every move, stuffing his cock up, into Merlin, beside Lancelot’s. Merlin remains stationary between them, split apart by both, holding on to Arthur’s shoulders so tight, his knuckles are white, with Arthur’s hands grounding his hips to their cocks.
“Oh God,” Merlin gasps. From behind him, Lancelot can see over his shoulder his abandoned cock, leaking at the head onto Arthur’s stomach.
“Faster,” Arthur grunts at Lancelot. Their eyes connect briefly once again, and then Lancelot’s speeding up, thrusting his cock into Merlin, deeper and rougher. Merlin cries out loud at the overwhelming feel of both filling him - pitches forward into Arthur, so that Arthur has to hold him up.
“Arthur,” Merlin moans, “you’re both so- Jesus Christ, you’re huge and I love it, I love you.”
“Yes, I know, yes,” Arthur hisses, and he’s sucking at Merlin’s neck again, licking across his salty skin. “You’re so good, so hot, baby, fucking hell.”
“More!” Merlin cries, and when he turns his head around, Lancelot sees the fire that burns within the blue - the desire and the want and the passion. “Give me more, please, fuck me.”
Lancelot narrows his eyes. His breath is short but he ruts into Merlin faster - truly fucks him onto his and Arthur’s cocks, stuffing every inch in, until the bed is shaking with his efforts, and Merlin is screaming like a whore and Arthur is moaning loudly in reply.
“Fuck yes, yes-”
“Take it, Merlin, go on, take it-”
“Arthur, touch me, please-”
“You’re so beautiful, Jesus, you feel amazing-”
“I’m close, Arthur, oh I’m so close-”
Lancelot rams into Merlin faster and harder, watches as Arthur takes Merlin’s cock in his hand and pumps him, speed slick with the pre-come. Finally, Merlin comes with a piercing cry, riding his high on their cocks as white strings decorate their chests.
Lancelot doesn’t slow down for Merlin’s sake. As Merlin sags into Arthur, Lancelot resumes his pace, stroking Arthur’s cock with each thrust. Arthur groans, throws his blonde head into the headboard, face all red, and Lancelot hears Merlin murmur into his ear, “Come on, come inside of me, want to feel you fill me up, and then you’ll eat me out, taste yourself. Come on Arthur, come on.”
Lancelot knows Arthur is coming when he feels an explosion of warmth around his cock even through the condom. Arthur’s cries are muffled by Merlin’s lips, kissing him breathless after licking Arthur’s fingers clean.
When Arthur has finally ceased rutting desperately into Merlin, Lancelot stops. He pulls out of Merlin first, carefully, and although Merlin hisses at the burn, he remains seated on Arthur, softened cock buried within him. The two are kissing wetly, murmuring words of affection and filth all in one. Lancelot watches them as he strips the condom off his cock, then fists it in his hand, pulling at it and breathing turning harsh once more as finally, with the image of Arthur and Merlin spread out beneath him, printed in his mind and before his eyes, he comes all over the covers.
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): extremely smutty porn
Word Count: ~1660
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Arthur/Lancelot/Merlin
Warnings / Spoilers: double penetration
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Lancelot is hired for a reason. Written for funwithjinx’s birthday!
“What’s your name?”
Lancelot looks between the two men: the slender, dark-haired one sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him expectantly; then the broader, blonde of the two standing next to the window, having closed the curtains.
“Lancelot.”
The blonde raises a sceptical eyebrow, one Lancelot is familiar with.
“Seriously?”
“It’s not my real name,” Lancelot explains, as though it’s obvious.
“That’s understandable.” The one on the bed stretches out on the covers, and grins. “It doesn’t matter what your name is, as long as you get the job done, right?”
Lancelot gives a curt nod.
“I’m Merlin, by the way,” the man continues genially. He jerks a thumb in the direction of the blonde. “And Mr Grumpy over there is Arthur.”
Arthur sends Merlin a withering look. Lancelot thinks he’s biting back a retort for the sake of civility.
“Are those your real names?” Lancelot asks, thinking his question valid considering it’d already been directed at him.
Merlin grins, amused. “Believe it or not, yes.”
Arthur hefts a sigh and crosses towards Merlin. He begins unbuttoning his crimson shirt. “Whatever. Are we going to do this or what?”
Merlin rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. As Arthur settles onto the bed behind him, he pulls his t-shirt over his head and flings it into the corner of the bedroom. Then, he turns his eyes on Lancelot, and Lancelot can see the question in his stare.
Without looking away, Lancelot unzips his fly.
“This is why you hired me?” Lancelot gasps. Merlin’s mouth is wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily, whilst Arthur, kneeling behind Merlin, shoves four fingers into him.
Arthur shrugs. His concentration is fixed on Merlin’s arsehole, clenching tight around him. “It was Merlin’s idea.”
Lancelot frowns, but the creases along his brow flatten when Merlin’s tongue flicks at the head of his cock, and he grunts with pleasure. “So,” he manages to say breathily, “you don’t want this?”
Arthur looks up at him, eyes dark and hooded, and for the first time that night, he sends Lancelot a smirk, all primal and heated.
“I never said that this is Merlin’s fantasy. Only that it was his idea to hire you.”
Lancelot blinks, trying to digest this piece of information through the hazy, hot sensation of Merlin’s mouth on him. So this is Arthur’s kink, and Merlin wants to fulfil it for him?
Lancelot glances down at Merlin, at the mess of black hair he has his fingers tangled in, holding tight, and wonders how much this kid must love this Arthur.
“What if he doesn’t enjoy it?” Lancelot asks, looking back up at Arthur questioningly.
Arthur snorts, and finally pulls out his fingers - leans down to lick at Merlin’s arse cheeks. “He’ll like it. Merlin’s a slut.”
Merlin suddenly pulls off Lancelot’s cock, and Lancelot has to suppress a moan as Merlin looks between them indignantly. “I’m right here, you know.”
Arthur grins, and Lancelot takes note of crooked teeth before Arthur’s pulling Merlin’s face towards him, angling his jaw so they kiss, deep and filthy.
Lancelot’s cock twitches with interest.
“Ready?” Arthur murmurs, looking into Merlin’s eyes. Merlin smiles.
Lancelot waits patiently as the two men organise themselves into their positions: Arthur lies against the headboard of the bed as Merlin straddles his lap. Then, Lancelot watches Arthur takes a hold of his cock, and lets Merlin sink down onto it - practised, fluent with one another. They moan simultaneously, and kiss again.
Arthur holds still as Merlin begins a steady rhythm - up, down, up, down - bouncing on Arthur’s cock with an expression of lust worn bright on his face. He’s breathing girly moans as Arthur murmurs, “Yeah, that’s it baby, take it, go on,” and tweaks a nipple in one hand, holding on hard to Merlin’s thigh with the other.
After a short eternity, Merlin pauses. His face his flushed pink and his eyes glazed as he turns around and looks for Lancelot. “I’m ready. Come on.”
Lancelot nods. He walks forward on his knees, past Arthur’s stretched legs beneath Merlin, and up to the opening of Merlin’s arsehole, split apart on Arthur’s cock. Lancelot can see the slick shine of lube leaking around Merlin’s tight clutch, slipping down his inner thigh.
Merlin inclines his head backwards so his lips are mere inches away from Lancelot’s, whose cock is hanging neglected just behind Merlin’s arse. “I’m going to need some… preparation first.”
Lancelot nods again. He takes the bottle of lube, abandoned on the side, and squirts a generous amount into his hand. He uses his left hand to slick the condom around his cock as one of his right fingers, wet and cold, slowly penetrate Merlin alongside Arthur’s cock. Lancelot watches with fascination as it slides in easily, and as Arthur’s breath turns ragged with anticipation, Merlin trembles above him.
“You’re tight,” Lancelot says matter-of-factly, a hint of concern and trepidation evident in his voice, as he carefully pumps his finger in and out of Merlin’s hole.
“He’ll be fine,” Arthur replies. Lancelot catches his eyes over Merlin’s shoulder and sees the certainty there. He adds a second finger, and Merlin moans. “He can take it.”
Lancelot continues wordlessly: he slides in a third, then a fourth, until Merlin is sobbing with pleasure, held down by Arthur’s big, strong hands, who’s whispering dirty little things into his ear, like Feels good, doesn’t it, Merlin? and You’re so hot, God and Can’t wait for his cock, can you, you slut?
Finally, Lancelot removes his fingers and, with one affirming last glance at Arthur, he guides his cock forward. He breaches Merlin’s hole with a grunt, as a forewarning to him and because Merlin is unbelievably tight, clutching at Lancelot’s cockhead and sucking him in. Lancelot exhales shakily as Merlin whimpers into Arthur’s mouth - he’s kissing him quiet, muffling his moans and swallowing every noise down his throat.
Lancelot is extremely slow - takes his time wedging his cock into Merlin, sliding it above Arthur’s - thinks he can feel Arthur throbbing beside him through the condom. He holds in every gasp until he’s balls-deep, Merlin’s back spread just beneath his chest, and then he stills, holding himself with every ounce of will within him. The instinct to thrust is almost overpowering.
Merlin takes a shuddery breath as Arthur mouths along his neck, sucking at the already bruised, sensitive skin. “Oh fuck,” he whispers.
“Are you all right?” Lancelot asks in concern, and he’s proud that his voice doesn’t crack.
Merlin twists his head around, and Lancelot is surprised by the filthy grin wide on his boyish face. “It’s more than all right. You can move in a minute.”
When they give Lancelot the green light, he begins to thrust gently - drawing back just an inch, and then pushing in again. It takes a while, but eventually Arthur starts to arch with his every move, stuffing his cock up, into Merlin, beside Lancelot’s. Merlin remains stationary between them, split apart by both, holding on to Arthur’s shoulders so tight, his knuckles are white, with Arthur’s hands grounding his hips to their cocks.
“Oh God,” Merlin gasps. From behind him, Lancelot can see over his shoulder his abandoned cock, leaking at the head onto Arthur’s stomach.
“Faster,” Arthur grunts at Lancelot. Their eyes connect briefly once again, and then Lancelot’s speeding up, thrusting his cock into Merlin, deeper and rougher. Merlin cries out loud at the overwhelming feel of both filling him - pitches forward into Arthur, so that Arthur has to hold him up.
“Arthur,” Merlin moans, “you’re both so- Jesus Christ, you’re huge and I love it, I love you.”
“Yes, I know, yes,” Arthur hisses, and he’s sucking at Merlin’s neck again, licking across his salty skin. “You’re so good, so hot, baby, fucking hell.”
“More!” Merlin cries, and when he turns his head around, Lancelot sees the fire that burns within the blue - the desire and the want and the passion. “Give me more, please, fuck me.”
Lancelot narrows his eyes. His breath is short but he ruts into Merlin faster - truly fucks him onto his and Arthur’s cocks, stuffing every inch in, until the bed is shaking with his efforts, and Merlin is screaming like a whore and Arthur is moaning loudly in reply.
“Fuck yes, yes-”
“Take it, Merlin, go on, take it-”
“Arthur, touch me, please-”
“You’re so beautiful, Jesus, you feel amazing-”
“I’m close, Arthur, oh I’m so close-”
Lancelot rams into Merlin faster and harder, watches as Arthur takes Merlin’s cock in his hand and pumps him, speed slick with the pre-come. Finally, Merlin comes with a piercing cry, riding his high on their cocks as white strings decorate their chests.
Lancelot doesn’t slow down for Merlin’s sake. As Merlin sags into Arthur, Lancelot resumes his pace, stroking Arthur’s cock with each thrust. Arthur groans, throws his blonde head into the headboard, face all red, and Lancelot hears Merlin murmur into his ear, “Come on, come inside of me, want to feel you fill me up, and then you’ll eat me out, taste yourself. Come on Arthur, come on.”
Lancelot knows Arthur is coming when he feels an explosion of warmth around his cock even through the condom. Arthur’s cries are muffled by Merlin’s lips, kissing him breathless after licking Arthur’s fingers clean.
When Arthur has finally ceased rutting desperately into Merlin, Lancelot stops. He pulls out of Merlin first, carefully, and although Merlin hisses at the burn, he remains seated on Arthur, softened cock buried within him. The two are kissing wetly, murmuring words of affection and filth all in one. Lancelot watches them as he strips the condom off his cock, then fists it in his hand, pulling at it and breathing turning harsh once more as finally, with the image of Arthur and Merlin spread out beneath him, printed in his mind and before his eyes, he comes all over the covers.