Because I was horrible and squee-ed over one earlier this week and got many of your hopes up, only to crush them when turned out wasn't for the Merlin fandom, I bring you:
Fill: Blanance and Power, Merlin/Lancelot, R (1/?)i_know_its_0verFebruary 5 2011, 06:34:33 UTC
THE THINGS YOU MAKE ME DO, GIRL.
this isn't exactly bed-sharing, so sorry if it doesn't really belong here. the prompt took me in a strange, very dark direction. but this is what happens at 2am, I guess.
“Please” Merlin was moaning, writhing about on the blanket, hands tugging at his clothing like it was strangling him
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Re: Fill: [Balance, sorry] and Power, Merlin/Lancelot, R (1/?)i_know_its_0verFebruary 5 2011, 06:36:54 UTC
As the night had worn on Merlin’s writhing and moaning had become more severe, almost desperate. His words became more intelligible, and Lancelot could tell he was pleading, though he knew not what for. He tried to offer Merlin some water, but he wouldn’t hold still long enough to swallow it, instead spilling over his chin and neck
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Re: Fill: [Balance, sorry] and Power, Merlin/Lancelot, R (3/3)i_know_its_0verFebruary 5 2011, 06:37:42 UTC
Lancelot crawled back toward Merlin, still hesitant but unable to stop. Merlin reached out, grabbing on and dragging him close, flush against his body. Lancelot couldn’t stifle a groan as he felt Merlin slide against him, his thigh rubbing against his arousal in the most delicious and wicked way. It seemed to please Merlin, because he did it again, harder this time, and Lancelot felt himself gasping for breath.
It felt like he was detached from his body then, hovering somewhere above them, observing the scene below. He saw Merlin gasp and groan, reaching between their bodies, pushing clothing out of the way, touching flesh. He took Lancelot’s hardness in his hand, fisting it with rough strokes, leading the knight’s hand to mirror the actions on himself. And Lancelot did, without hesitation, because he was beyond thinking now, beyond wondering why and how and anything but more and nowMerlin’s moans were desperate and deep, pace quickening as they rubbed together in heated abandon. Lancelot felt himself tense, unable to hold back a
( ... )
Re: Fill: [Balance, sorry] and Power, Merlin/Lancelot, R (3/3)rufflefeatherFebruary 6 2011, 00:32:12 UTC
oooooooh! Dark and guilty!Lancelot!! ME LIKEY! This was really interesting and I wouldn't have minded AT ALL if this was longer. This is seriously good and a dark pairing I wouldn't mind reading more about!
Thank you so much for filling my prompt!! YOU ARE THE BEST.
this isn't exactly bed-sharing, so sorry if it doesn't really belong here. the prompt took me in a strange, very dark direction. but this is what happens at 2am, I guess.
“Please” Merlin was moaning, writhing about on the blanket, hands tugging at his clothing like it was strangling him ( ... )
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It felt like he was detached from his body then, hovering somewhere above them, observing the scene below. He saw Merlin gasp and groan, reaching between their bodies, pushing clothing out of the way, touching flesh. He took Lancelot’s hardness in his hand, fisting it with rough strokes, leading the knight’s hand to mirror the actions on himself. And Lancelot did, without hesitation, because he was beyond thinking now, beyond wondering why and how and anything but more and nowMerlin’s moans were desperate and deep, pace quickening as they rubbed together in heated abandon. Lancelot felt himself tense, unable to hold back a ( ... )
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Thank you so much for filling my prompt!! YOU ARE THE BEST.
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