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Title: Please Yourself
Author:  ShutupEccles
pairing: Arthur/Merlin
word count = 329
Rating: 17+
Disclaimer:  Characters are reproductions of BBC reproductions of Arthurian legend.                                  
Warning: Gay sex, audio voyeurism, fem masturbation
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Summary: How is Morgana supposed to get any rest with that shagadelic pair in the next room?


Please Yourself

Morgana woke with a pleasantly uncomfortable pressure below her navel, body and consciousness stirred by the sounds from Arthur’s chamber adjacent to hers.

Lords and Ladies! They were at it again!

Even through dividing stone walls the complaint of wooden joints was audible, as were the frantic scrape of wood on stone and the repeated thunk of the heirloom bed head against the wall. Other sounds would follow. They tried to be quiet ‘so no-one would know’, but it never lasted the whole performance.

“Uhh”

Here we go.

“Take it for me Arthur.”

Morgana heard Merlin paradoxically confident and in command.

“Uhh”

Her hand circled her responding abdomen.

“Take it like a man.”

She heard Arthur low deep in his throat, like a cow overdue for milking. Under other circumstances Morgana would have laughed loud enough for them to hear but hearing him like this, picturing what Merlin was doing to him made her thighs press together, hips raise and fingers tickle steadily lower.

“Oh-ho yes. H-h-higher. Lift those hips Pendragon!”

“uh-uh-uh”

Lords, he must be going him hard if she could hear soft thuds as their bodies collided. A single finger teased figure-8s between her legs in rhythm with Arthur’s low moans.

“Lord, Merlin! Uh...”

“I like that:...Lord Merlin.”

“oo-uhh, arse!”

“Like your arse even more.”

“More, more, oh more.”

“More ‘My Lord’”

The tip of Morgana’s finger slid in, tickling just inside. She was slippery enough from the earlier sounds but their words made her twitch about the probing intrusion and her breath hitched in response.

“More My Lord”

Arthur moaned and Morgana heard the furniture shaking as Merlin sped up, accompanied by Arthur’s staccato vocalisations.

“Come for me Arthur. Come-for-ME!”

“Merlin!” the prince’s voice resonated deeply as he obeyed.

Morgana’s uncontrolled cry echoed at the same time and Merlin came with a flourish, highly pleased with himself that the audience was as satisfied by his performance as much as his co-star.

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