Naked Hide and Seek
“What possible reason could there be for nearly ripping my arm right off?”
“Hush, Merlin! Somebody might hear you!”
The wizard obeyed, tightening his lips and holding back the scowl which hovered while Arthur’s arm rested firmly on his own.
It had all started when he walked into the prince’s chamber that night, to face a thoughtful smirk which had Merlin gulping before he could even shut the door behind him. Arthur had been left alone with his wicked mind for far too long while the wizard had been seeing to some of Gaius’ requests, and all the free time had put an idea in his mind which Merlin wasn’t sure he wanted to discover.
But, as always, those delicious, curling lips, and the memories of their feel on his skin forced a question from Merlin’s mouth before his brain could register what he was doing.
“What...?” he had asked. The prince had stood and with a grip on the wizard’s arm had pulled him swiftly out of the chamber, along the hallway, through the castle until they finally reached the underground rooms.
Now they stood side by side under a dim archway, panting from the rush and so close that the spark skipping between their bodies was physically felt. Arthur released the wizard’s arm, giving one quick glance around the area before turning fully with an expression that sent the blood flow straight to Merlin’s groin. He looked positively dangerous.
“Now,” he began, advancing forwards.
Merlin caught the way the prince’s eyes travelled along his torso and he cursed under his breath at his hardening so quickly. How could one man have this much effect on him? He was paralysed under that gaze, totally and utterly defenceless. The candlelight touched Arthur’s hair, his shoulders, his neck... and then the light was blocked by Arthur’s body as it crushed him into the wall.
“How would you feel about playing a game with me, Merlin?”
Any hope the wizard had of answering the question was lost when Arthur’s mouth landed on his jaw, nipping teasingly until he reached Merlin’s earlobe, and then sucking the skin underneath with forceful promise.
“Ohhh,” was the breathy reply.
“Should I take that as a yes?” the smirk was back but Arthur continued to suckle at Merlin’s neck, murmuring words into his flesh so that Merlin could feel his pulse vibrating.
“Yes... yes.”
“Mmm, I trust you’ve played hide and seek before?” Arthur asked, not removing his torturous lips, biting down so hard onto Merlin’s collar bone that the wizard couldn’t hold back a gasp. He flinched, hitting his head against the wall behind, fingers tangling in Arthur’s hair. The prince looked up and Merlin was pleased to see that his mouth had swollen, large and wet and blood-red, and oh it would feel so good on his...
“Merlin?”
“Mmm? Oh yes, hide and seek...” he focused his stare elsewhere and contemplated the question. And then he raised his eyebrows when it finally registered.
“Erm, yes, I played it once or twice, when I was younger...?” he trailed off and Arthur simply smiled, but there was a definite twinkle in his eye. A twinkle Merlin was familiar with; it signalled trouble.
“Well, I thought maybe we could play our own version of hide and seek tonight.”
“What, now??” Merlin asked incredulously.
“Mhmm, why... Is there a problem?” Arthur taunted.
Arthur tortured. Arthur’s knee parted Merlin’s legs and rubbed against the hardness until Merlin began to throb. He couldn’t stand it; lacing his fingers around the prince’s neck he pressed their lips together urgently, and for a few blinding minutes only tongues and hands and noises were in control.
And then when Arthur’s fingers came down to brush almost accidentally against Merlin’s cock, the wizard let out a moan so loud that Arthur cupped his hand over Merlin’s mouth. Like this the prince continued, massaging through fabric heating up from the friction, and kissing his favourite place on Merlin’s neck. The wizard writhed against the wall, pinned and silenced, and so close to the edge that his hips arched violently off the stone and rocked into Arthur’s hand.
That was when Arthur chose to stop.
A gasp from Merlin at the anticlimax put a sinful grin on the prince’s face as he brought his lips to Merlin’s ear and whispered,
“Play with me.”
Momentarily forgetting that they had been discussing hide-and-seek, Merlin gave Arthur a smirk of his own and sank to his knees. He fingered the fastening of Arthur’s trousers, revelling in the low moan which tore from the prince then, and got as far as undoing the strings before Arthur stayed him with a hand on hand.
“Not, what I meant.”
Merlin could tell how much it was costing Arthur to stop the act by the way his swollen cock was twitching. After taking a deep breath, the prince pulled Merlin to his feet, and after another long breath, re-knotted the pulls of his trousers.
“Now that I have your undivided attention...” with strong hands restraining the wizard (who could do nothing but yield under that voice) Arthur spoke, “my cousins, Hansel and Gretel, were once travelling through Germanic woodland without the aid of a map for navigation.”
Merlin, here, interrupted.
“You’re not trying to impress me with one of your heroic tales of rescue are you? Because I’m not some naive maiden desperate for...”
“Merlin,” the prince cooed then, slurring the word and pressing his whole body into Merlin’s, “will you just listen?”
The wizard fell silent.
“As I was saying... They decided to leave behind a trail so that they could find their way back no matter how far they strayed.”
Arthur waited for a reaction but Merlin remained silent and offered no acknowledgement.
“Merlin?”
“Can I speak now?” the wizard asked, grinning as Arthur rolled his eyes.
“No,” he replied. Suddenly his head was low to Merlin’s once again, and his grip on Merlin’s hands tightened like a vice, “no, now you can hide.”
The wizard’s eyes went wide when Arthur bit the shell of his ear, and a shudder ran down his body like a thunderbolt.
“But before you do so, you’re going to leave me a little trail to find. You’re going to shed your garments, one by one, until the only thing left on you is that neckerchief.”
Between every few words the prince placed kisses onto Merlin, lower and lower until he reached his stomach. He lifted the hem of Merlin’s shirt and started lapping at the skin of his sides, feeling muscle tighten beneath his tongue.
“And when I stop counting I’m going to follow that trail, and you can sit in your hiding place thinking about all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when I find that last piece of clothing...”
The quiet, throaty groan then must have come from Merlin, though all he could hear was the blood pulsing hard inside his head. And down below.
But Arthur was waiting for acknowledgement, so Merlin managed a slight nod.
Then the prince stood again to face the wizard, and whispered when he was nose to nose,
“Go.”
And Merlin took off, tripping over his own feet, while Arthur’s eyes fixated on him until he left the room, dropping one shoe to mark the start of the trail. The prince turned after that and began to count aloud.
“One, two, three...”
“Hush, Merlin! Somebody might hear you!”
The wizard obeyed, tightening his lips and holding back the scowl which hovered while Arthur’s arm rested firmly on his own.
It had all started when he walked into the prince’s chamber that night, to face a thoughtful smirk which had Merlin gulping before he could even shut the door behind him. Arthur had been left alone with his wicked mind for far too long while the wizard had been seeing to some of Gaius’ requests, and all the free time had put an idea in his mind which Merlin wasn’t sure he wanted to discover.
But, as always, those delicious, curling lips, and the memories of their feel on his skin forced a question from Merlin’s mouth before his brain could register what he was doing.
“What...?” he had asked. The prince had stood and with a grip on the wizard’s arm had pulled him swiftly out of the chamber, along the hallway, through the castle until they finally reached the underground rooms.
Now they stood side by side under a dim archway, panting from the rush and so close that the spark skipping between their bodies was physically felt. Arthur released the wizard’s arm, giving one quick glance around the area before turning fully with an expression that sent the blood flow straight to Merlin’s groin. He looked positively dangerous.
“Now,” he began, advancing forwards.
Merlin caught the way the prince’s eyes travelled along his torso and he cursed under his breath at his hardening so quickly. How could one man have this much effect on him? He was paralysed under that gaze, totally and utterly defenceless. The candlelight touched Arthur’s hair, his shoulders, his neck... and then the light was blocked by Arthur’s body as it crushed him into the wall.
“How would you feel about playing a game with me, Merlin?”
Any hope the wizard had of answering the question was lost when Arthur’s mouth landed on his jaw, nipping teasingly until he reached Merlin’s earlobe, and then sucking the skin underneath with forceful promise.
“Ohhh,” was the breathy reply.
“Should I take that as a yes?” the smirk was back but Arthur continued to suckle at Merlin’s neck, murmuring words into his flesh so that Merlin could feel his pulse vibrating.
“Yes... yes.”
“Mmm, I trust you’ve played hide and seek before?” Arthur asked, not removing his torturous lips, biting down so hard onto Merlin’s collar bone that the wizard couldn’t hold back a gasp. He flinched, hitting his head against the wall behind, fingers tangling in Arthur’s hair. The prince looked up and Merlin was pleased to see that his mouth had swollen, large and wet and blood-red, and oh it would feel so good on his...
“Merlin?”
“Mmm? Oh yes, hide and seek...” he focused his stare elsewhere and contemplated the question. And then he raised his eyebrows when it finally registered.
“Erm, yes, I played it once or twice, when I was younger...?” he trailed off and Arthur simply smiled, but there was a definite twinkle in his eye. A twinkle Merlin was familiar with; it signalled trouble.
“Well, I thought maybe we could play our own version of hide and seek tonight.”
“What, now??” Merlin asked incredulously.
“Mhmm, why... Is there a problem?” Arthur taunted.
Arthur tortured. Arthur’s knee parted Merlin’s legs and rubbed against the hardness until Merlin began to throb. He couldn’t stand it; lacing his fingers around the prince’s neck he pressed their lips together urgently, and for a few blinding minutes only tongues and hands and noises were in control.
And then when Arthur’s fingers came down to brush almost accidentally against Merlin’s cock, the wizard let out a moan so loud that Arthur cupped his hand over Merlin’s mouth. Like this the prince continued, massaging through fabric heating up from the friction, and kissing his favourite place on Merlin’s neck. The wizard writhed against the wall, pinned and silenced, and so close to the edge that his hips arched violently off the stone and rocked into Arthur’s hand.
That was when Arthur chose to stop.
A gasp from Merlin at the anticlimax put a sinful grin on the prince’s face as he brought his lips to Merlin’s ear and whispered,
“Play with me.”
Momentarily forgetting that they had been discussing hide-and-seek, Merlin gave Arthur a smirk of his own and sank to his knees. He fingered the fastening of Arthur’s trousers, revelling in the low moan which tore from the prince then, and got as far as undoing the strings before Arthur stayed him with a hand on hand.
“Not, what I meant.”
Merlin could tell how much it was costing Arthur to stop the act by the way his swollen cock was twitching. After taking a deep breath, the prince pulled Merlin to his feet, and after another long breath, re-knotted the pulls of his trousers.
“Now that I have your undivided attention...” with strong hands restraining the wizard (who could do nothing but yield under that voice) Arthur spoke, “my cousins, Hansel and Gretel, were once travelling through Germanic woodland without the aid of a map for navigation.”
Merlin, here, interrupted.
“You’re not trying to impress me with one of your heroic tales of rescue are you? Because I’m not some naive maiden desperate for...”
“Merlin,” the prince cooed then, slurring the word and pressing his whole body into Merlin’s, “will you just listen?”
The wizard fell silent.
“As I was saying... They decided to leave behind a trail so that they could find their way back no matter how far they strayed.”
Arthur waited for a reaction but Merlin remained silent and offered no acknowledgement.
“Merlin?”
“Can I speak now?” the wizard asked, grinning as Arthur rolled his eyes.
“No,” he replied. Suddenly his head was low to Merlin’s once again, and his grip on Merlin’s hands tightened like a vice, “no, now you can hide.”
The wizard’s eyes went wide when Arthur bit the shell of his ear, and a shudder ran down his body like a thunderbolt.
“But before you do so, you’re going to leave me a little trail to find. You’re going to shed your garments, one by one, until the only thing left on you is that neckerchief.”
Between every few words the prince placed kisses onto Merlin, lower and lower until he reached his stomach. He lifted the hem of Merlin’s shirt and started lapping at the skin of his sides, feeling muscle tighten beneath his tongue.
“And when I stop counting I’m going to follow that trail, and you can sit in your hiding place thinking about all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when I find that last piece of clothing...”
The quiet, throaty groan then must have come from Merlin, though all he could hear was the blood pulsing hard inside his head. And down below.
But Arthur was waiting for acknowledgement, so Merlin managed a slight nod.
Then the prince stood again to face the wizard, and whispered when he was nose to nose,
“Go.”
And Merlin took off, tripping over his own feet, while Arthur’s eyes fixated on him until he left the room, dropping one shoe to mark the start of the trail. The prince turned after that and began to count aloud.
“One, two, three...”