flashfic: Turnabout (Merlin/Arthur, Yet more Wall!sex, NWS)
Sequel to this. Porn, with even less redeeming value.
Turnabout
He can't make this happen fast enough, fumbling with the laces of his breeches one-handed, Merlin's come running down the wrist of the other. Merlin catches his breath, face pressed into the crook of his elbow, body still and if they were in bed he'd be sprawled out carelessly over Arthur's sheets.
Arthur fumbles again with a stubborn knot and curses. Merlin laughs, deep and throaty, the sound muffled, and turns around, dropping to his knees because he knows, damn him, that Arthur has no defense against that. Merlin's fingers are quick and nimble, resolving the knot. He pulls out Arthur's cock, thumbing very lightly under the head. Merlin's clothes are disordered and half-open, showing his cock and hips and stomach, part of his chest, his throat. Arthur closes his eyes and bites back whatever sound that causes.
"Keep your eyes open or I'll stop."
"You wouldn't."
Merlin strokes him with just the pads of his fingers. "Care to try me?"
Arthur opens his eyes but only so he can glare. "I hate you."
Merlin grins and then very deliberately looks up through his lashes. "I thought you were going to fuck me. Slick yourself up with my come." Merlin wets his lips slowly, his mouth very pink, and leans forward. "But maybe you'd rather have this."
Merlin parts his lips and takes the head of Arthur's cock into his wet hot mouth. Arthur's hands slap up against the wall. Merlin's tongue curls, lightly working that same sensitive spot.
Arthur drops his head forward and moans.
Turnabout
He can't make this happen fast enough, fumbling with the laces of his breeches one-handed, Merlin's come running down the wrist of the other. Merlin catches his breath, face pressed into the crook of his elbow, body still and if they were in bed he'd be sprawled out carelessly over Arthur's sheets.
Arthur fumbles again with a stubborn knot and curses. Merlin laughs, deep and throaty, the sound muffled, and turns around, dropping to his knees because he knows, damn him, that Arthur has no defense against that. Merlin's fingers are quick and nimble, resolving the knot. He pulls out Arthur's cock, thumbing very lightly under the head. Merlin's clothes are disordered and half-open, showing his cock and hips and stomach, part of his chest, his throat. Arthur closes his eyes and bites back whatever sound that causes.
"Keep your eyes open or I'll stop."
"You wouldn't."
Merlin strokes him with just the pads of his fingers. "Care to try me?"
Arthur opens his eyes but only so he can glare. "I hate you."
Merlin grins and then very deliberately looks up through his lashes. "I thought you were going to fuck me. Slick yourself up with my come." Merlin wets his lips slowly, his mouth very pink, and leans forward. "But maybe you'd rather have this."
Merlin parts his lips and takes the head of Arthur's cock into his wet hot mouth. Arthur's hands slap up against the wall. Merlin's tongue curls, lightly working that same sensitive spot.
Arthur drops his head forward and moans.