Untitled KMM fill, parts 1-3 of 5. NC-17
Title: Untitled. Suggestions welcome! Parts 1-3 of 5
Summary: Fill for this prompt: http://community.livejournal.com/kinkme_merlin/18397.html?thread=17127389#t17127389
Gwaine/Merlin, modernAU or canon. Inspired by this Text from Last Night: Had sex five times today because there was nothing else to do. I had no idea snow days could get even better than when we were kids
Canon era, set some unspecified time in the future, after 3x13, before Merlin's more than just a servant :)
Warnings: Mild bondage, magic!sex. Unbetad. First Merlin fic AND first attempt at porn. You have been warned, people.
AN: I know, I know, supposed to be working on Lancelot/Gwaine/Merlin fic, but this prompt ate my brain. This was put together in one go, and I've got the other two parts outlined, just need to get them down. All concrit welcome. I never normally post without a beta, and I can almost guarantee my tenses are wonky because they always are. I own nothing *sob*
1.
Snow blanketed the castle grounds, making everything quiet and still. Merlin looked out of his window at the courtyard, small children gambolled about, and a few intrepid adults slid their way around, huddled under cloaks, but it was all too still, nothing like the usual bustle of Camelot. Fires had been lit in every fireplace imaginable in the castle, trying to fend off the cold.
Merlin liked the snow, it reminded him of Ealdor, of snowball fights with Will and traipsing home to his mother who'd tut at him about catching his death, and was he trying to bring a field's worth of snow inside? He'd laugh and will the snow away, heat some water, and dry his clothes. His mother would smack him on the arm and scold him for playing around with his gift, trying to hide her smile. Then she would make them both a hot drink with some honey melted into it, and they would curl up by the fire, making up silly stories.
As he got older the reality of snow started to mar his enjoyment of the idea of snow. Since moving to Camelot, Merlin had seen more and more reasons to dread the snow. Gaius often sent him out to give tonics to the frail and elderly, who were racked with hacking, painful-sounding coughs that left people shaking and gasping for breath. Merlin poured as much magic as he dared into the people he tended, giving them a tiny bit of warmth.
More than once Merlin was woken up by someone banging on the door, imploring Gaius to come to their house, to do something, please. Merlin shuddered as a sudden draft came in through the window, raising goose-flesh on his arms.
“Hey, dreamer.” Merlin was shaken by his reverie by the rough voice and arms wrapping themselves around his waist.
“Gwaine. No training?”
“Not even Arthur is that much of a fool.” Gwaine ran his tongue around the shell of Merlin's ear.
“So, you have no other duties today?” Gwaine starts undoing Merlin's neckerchief to get to more of his skin.
“No. Do you need to tend to the Prince?” Merlin shakes his head, tilting it slightly to make it easier for Gwaine to lavish kisses on his neck.
“Arthur said I was to help Gaius today, and Gaius is making house calls and does not need me.”
“Well, isn't that lucky? What should we do with our new-found freedom?”
“I'm sure we can think of something.” Merlin wriggles until he's facing Gwaine, kissing him soundly.
They tripped over the mess on Merlin's floor until they tumbled down onto the bed, giggling. Clothes were removed and giggles soon turned to groans and gasped names until they lay tangled together and panting.
“Too cold, I need to get under the blankets.”
Merlin shivered and prodded Gwaine until he groaned and pulled himself up, reaching underneath him to pull the threadbare blankets out and on top of them, grumbling about Merlin's lack of respect for the afterglow. They rearranged themselves until Merlin was resting his head on Gwaine's shoulder.
“You know, my bed's bigger. Probably warmer too.”
“And you say I have no respect for the afterglow.” Merlin snorted. “It's not a bad idea though. We could get food on the way.”
Gwaine rolled his eyes and tried to smother him with a pillow.
~~~~
2.
After they had eaten a meal Gwaine had reached for Merlin's clothes again, pulling them off before dragging Merlin into his bed and pulled the curtains around them, cocooning them in their own little world. Merlin stretched, arching his body in way that made Gwaine think that Merlin had to know what he was doing - knew how seductive he could be.
Gwaine growled and pushed Merlin's hands to the pillow. Merlin smirked and whispered some words, eyes glowing and rope appeared out of to curl around his wrists and the bedposts.
Gwaine growled - Merlin definitely knew what he did to him, and exploited it ruthlessly. And Gwaine loved it.
Gwaine stretched out over Merlin, kissing him and licking his way into his mouth, groaning as Merlin sucked on his tongue. He ran his hands down Merlin's chest, calluses snagging on the smattering of hair there. He trailed kisses down Merlin's chest, occasionally sucking bruises into the pale skin. Merlin gasped and arched upwards, murmuring apologies as he bumped Gwaine's nose.
Gwaine loved how enthusiastic Merlin got in bed, loved how he never held anything back, often babbling nonsense into Gwaine's skin. He made it his mission to make Merlin babble as often as possible.
By the time Gwaine reached Merlin's groin, Merlin was panting and straining against his restraints. His eyes were dark as they looked at Gwaine, more black than blue.
“Please, Gwaine.”
As always, he could deny Merlin nothing. He pinned Merlin's hips down, fingers digging into the prominent hipbones before ducking his head and running his tongue up the length of Merlin's erection, lapping at the slit and then taking the head into his mouth. Merlin gasped Gwaine's name and his cock hardened even more on Gwaine's tongue.
Gwaine scraped his teeth gently just under the head, causing Merlin to shout and buck upwards. Gwaine pulled off, grinning at Merlin's confused expression.
“Wha-why?”
Gwaine hushed him with a kiss, before leaning to pick up a bottle of oil from the bedside table. He covered his fingers in the slick liquid and returned to Merlin's groin, nuzzling at the crease where lg met body.
His hand travelled back to Merlin's hole stroking gently, waiting for Merlin to relax slightly. He sucked Merlin's erection back into his mouth. Merlin pushed into Gwaine's hand, mumbling encouragements. Gwaine pushed inside, marvelling at the tight heat of Merlin. He twisted his finger, spreading the oil as much as possible. When he could easily move his finger he added another, this time putting pressure on the little gland that brought so much pleasure. Merlin groaned, long and loud, grinding down on Gwaine's finger. Gwaine's cock twitched against the bed, the small friction making Gwaine shudder.
Soon Merlin was muttering a litany of encouragements and filthy suggestions. Gwaine hollowed his cheeks and sucked Merlin deep down his throat, thrusting three fingers deep inside. Merlin made this ridiculously sexy 'oh oh oh' noise as he came down Gwaine's throat, whimpering as Gwaine proceeded to clean him up.
“Merlin.” Gwaine sat up, fumbling with Merlin's legs. Merlin just smiled lazily up at him, crossing his legs at the ankle when Gwaine shoved them around his waist. Gwaine took a deep breath and forced himself to enter Merlin slowly, not wanting to hurt his lover. He paused once he was seated fully, panting, hands rhythmically clenching Merlin's thighs.
“Come on, go for it.”
Gwaine groaned, and started thrusting. Merlin arched his back, driving Gwaine deeper, clenching his muscles around the intrusion. Gwaine swore and thrust harder, feeling his orgasm curl around the base of his spine. Two, three more thrusts and his orgasm takes over, leaving him feeling deliciously drained. He catches himself on his arms before collapsing on his smaller lover. Gwaine pulls out slowly, carefully and lowers himself next to Merlin, arm thrown over his waist.
Merlin murmurs more words and hisses as he lowers his arms. Gwaine catches one and tuts and places gentle kisses on the angry marks where the rope has rubbed the skin. Merlin hums in response, snuggling closer to Gwaine. “Worth it.” He whispers before closing his eyes and dozing.
~~~
3.
Merlin woke to the insistent pressure in his belly. He cursed internally and got up to answer the call of nature. When he returned to the bed Gwaine was awake.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” They shared a soft smile “C'mere.” Gwaine pulled Merlin into his arms. “That was an...interesting trick. With the ropes.”
“Mmm. I certainly enjoyed it.” Merlin manoeuvred until he was comfortable pillowed on Gwaine's chest.
“So...what else can you do?”
Merlin blinked. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't experimented with his magic in that way, although he'd never really considered using it in bed with another person. Half-formed scenarios flew through his head. Settling on one, he sat up and scooted to the bottom of the bad, taking the covers with them.
“Merlin?”
“I want to try something.”
“Alright.” The simple trust in Gwaine's voice took Merlin's breath away. Merlin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and drew the magic from within him.
“Touch yourself.” Gwaine grunted, but complied. Merlin watched as Gwaine strong fingers caressed his rapidly stiffening erection. Merlin spoke softly, sending out his magic to Gwaine's body. Gwaine gasped as phantom fingers followed the path of his own and cupped his balls. Gwaine removed his hands, allowing the phantom fingers to take over. Gwaine's own fingers trailed down his thighs, nails scratching slightly.
Another muttered phrase and second pair of hands caressed Gwaine's face, fingers slipping into his mouth. Merlin sat back, watching intently. Gwaine was beautiful like this, head thrown back, sweat rising on his tanned skin. Merlin quashed his own need, not wanting to miss any of this.
The hands moved from Gwaine's face down his body, which arched upwards. They teased his hole, Gwaine opened his legs wider, pleading for more.
“Merlin, Merlin.” Gwaine moaned desperately, thrusting upwards, come splattering his belly. Gwaine fell back, panting. Merlin crawled back to him, fingers drawing through the sticky mess on Gwaine's stomach. “That was incredible. You're incredible.”
Merlin lifted his fingers and licked them clean.
“You're also going to be the death of me.” He groaned kissing Merlin firmly.
Summary: Fill for this prompt: http://community.livejournal.com/kinkme_merlin/18397.html?thread=17127389#t17127389
Gwaine/Merlin, modernAU or canon. Inspired by this Text from Last Night: Had sex five times today because there was nothing else to do. I had no idea snow days could get even better than when we were kids
Canon era, set some unspecified time in the future, after 3x13, before Merlin's more than just a servant :)
Warnings: Mild bondage, magic!sex. Unbetad. First Merlin fic AND first attempt at porn. You have been warned, people.
AN: I know, I know, supposed to be working on Lancelot/Gwaine/Merlin fic, but this prompt ate my brain. This was put together in one go, and I've got the other two parts outlined, just need to get them down. All concrit welcome. I never normally post without a beta, and I can almost guarantee my tenses are wonky because they always are. I own nothing *sob*
1.
Snow blanketed the castle grounds, making everything quiet and still. Merlin looked out of his window at the courtyard, small children gambolled about, and a few intrepid adults slid their way around, huddled under cloaks, but it was all too still, nothing like the usual bustle of Camelot. Fires had been lit in every fireplace imaginable in the castle, trying to fend off the cold.
Merlin liked the snow, it reminded him of Ealdor, of snowball fights with Will and traipsing home to his mother who'd tut at him about catching his death, and was he trying to bring a field's worth of snow inside? He'd laugh and will the snow away, heat some water, and dry his clothes. His mother would smack him on the arm and scold him for playing around with his gift, trying to hide her smile. Then she would make them both a hot drink with some honey melted into it, and they would curl up by the fire, making up silly stories.
As he got older the reality of snow started to mar his enjoyment of the idea of snow. Since moving to Camelot, Merlin had seen more and more reasons to dread the snow. Gaius often sent him out to give tonics to the frail and elderly, who were racked with hacking, painful-sounding coughs that left people shaking and gasping for breath. Merlin poured as much magic as he dared into the people he tended, giving them a tiny bit of warmth.
More than once Merlin was woken up by someone banging on the door, imploring Gaius to come to their house, to do something, please. Merlin shuddered as a sudden draft came in through the window, raising goose-flesh on his arms.
“Hey, dreamer.” Merlin was shaken by his reverie by the rough voice and arms wrapping themselves around his waist.
“Gwaine. No training?”
“Not even Arthur is that much of a fool.” Gwaine ran his tongue around the shell of Merlin's ear.
“So, you have no other duties today?” Gwaine starts undoing Merlin's neckerchief to get to more of his skin.
“No. Do you need to tend to the Prince?” Merlin shakes his head, tilting it slightly to make it easier for Gwaine to lavish kisses on his neck.
“Arthur said I was to help Gaius today, and Gaius is making house calls and does not need me.”
“Well, isn't that lucky? What should we do with our new-found freedom?”
“I'm sure we can think of something.” Merlin wriggles until he's facing Gwaine, kissing him soundly.
They tripped over the mess on Merlin's floor until they tumbled down onto the bed, giggling. Clothes were removed and giggles soon turned to groans and gasped names until they lay tangled together and panting.
“Too cold, I need to get under the blankets.”
Merlin shivered and prodded Gwaine until he groaned and pulled himself up, reaching underneath him to pull the threadbare blankets out and on top of them, grumbling about Merlin's lack of respect for the afterglow. They rearranged themselves until Merlin was resting his head on Gwaine's shoulder.
“You know, my bed's bigger. Probably warmer too.”
“And you say I have no respect for the afterglow.” Merlin snorted. “It's not a bad idea though. We could get food on the way.”
Gwaine rolled his eyes and tried to smother him with a pillow.
~~~~
2.
After they had eaten a meal Gwaine had reached for Merlin's clothes again, pulling them off before dragging Merlin into his bed and pulled the curtains around them, cocooning them in their own little world. Merlin stretched, arching his body in way that made Gwaine think that Merlin had to know what he was doing - knew how seductive he could be.
Gwaine growled and pushed Merlin's hands to the pillow. Merlin smirked and whispered some words, eyes glowing and rope appeared out of to curl around his wrists and the bedposts.
Gwaine growled - Merlin definitely knew what he did to him, and exploited it ruthlessly. And Gwaine loved it.
Gwaine stretched out over Merlin, kissing him and licking his way into his mouth, groaning as Merlin sucked on his tongue. He ran his hands down Merlin's chest, calluses snagging on the smattering of hair there. He trailed kisses down Merlin's chest, occasionally sucking bruises into the pale skin. Merlin gasped and arched upwards, murmuring apologies as he bumped Gwaine's nose.
Gwaine loved how enthusiastic Merlin got in bed, loved how he never held anything back, often babbling nonsense into Gwaine's skin. He made it his mission to make Merlin babble as often as possible.
By the time Gwaine reached Merlin's groin, Merlin was panting and straining against his restraints. His eyes were dark as they looked at Gwaine, more black than blue.
“Please, Gwaine.”
As always, he could deny Merlin nothing. He pinned Merlin's hips down, fingers digging into the prominent hipbones before ducking his head and running his tongue up the length of Merlin's erection, lapping at the slit and then taking the head into his mouth. Merlin gasped Gwaine's name and his cock hardened even more on Gwaine's tongue.
Gwaine scraped his teeth gently just under the head, causing Merlin to shout and buck upwards. Gwaine pulled off, grinning at Merlin's confused expression.
“Wha-why?”
Gwaine hushed him with a kiss, before leaning to pick up a bottle of oil from the bedside table. He covered his fingers in the slick liquid and returned to Merlin's groin, nuzzling at the crease where lg met body.
His hand travelled back to Merlin's hole stroking gently, waiting for Merlin to relax slightly. He sucked Merlin's erection back into his mouth. Merlin pushed into Gwaine's hand, mumbling encouragements. Gwaine pushed inside, marvelling at the tight heat of Merlin. He twisted his finger, spreading the oil as much as possible. When he could easily move his finger he added another, this time putting pressure on the little gland that brought so much pleasure. Merlin groaned, long and loud, grinding down on Gwaine's finger. Gwaine's cock twitched against the bed, the small friction making Gwaine shudder.
Soon Merlin was muttering a litany of encouragements and filthy suggestions. Gwaine hollowed his cheeks and sucked Merlin deep down his throat, thrusting three fingers deep inside. Merlin made this ridiculously sexy 'oh oh oh' noise as he came down Gwaine's throat, whimpering as Gwaine proceeded to clean him up.
“Merlin.” Gwaine sat up, fumbling with Merlin's legs. Merlin just smiled lazily up at him, crossing his legs at the ankle when Gwaine shoved them around his waist. Gwaine took a deep breath and forced himself to enter Merlin slowly, not wanting to hurt his lover. He paused once he was seated fully, panting, hands rhythmically clenching Merlin's thighs.
“Come on, go for it.”
Gwaine groaned, and started thrusting. Merlin arched his back, driving Gwaine deeper, clenching his muscles around the intrusion. Gwaine swore and thrust harder, feeling his orgasm curl around the base of his spine. Two, three more thrusts and his orgasm takes over, leaving him feeling deliciously drained. He catches himself on his arms before collapsing on his smaller lover. Gwaine pulls out slowly, carefully and lowers himself next to Merlin, arm thrown over his waist.
Merlin murmurs more words and hisses as he lowers his arms. Gwaine catches one and tuts and places gentle kisses on the angry marks where the rope has rubbed the skin. Merlin hums in response, snuggling closer to Gwaine. “Worth it.” He whispers before closing his eyes and dozing.
~~~
3.
Merlin woke to the insistent pressure in his belly. He cursed internally and got up to answer the call of nature. When he returned to the bed Gwaine was awake.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” They shared a soft smile “C'mere.” Gwaine pulled Merlin into his arms. “That was an...interesting trick. With the ropes.”
“Mmm. I certainly enjoyed it.” Merlin manoeuvred until he was comfortable pillowed on Gwaine's chest.
“So...what else can you do?”
Merlin blinked. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't experimented with his magic in that way, although he'd never really considered using it in bed with another person. Half-formed scenarios flew through his head. Settling on one, he sat up and scooted to the bottom of the bad, taking the covers with them.
“Merlin?”
“I want to try something.”
“Alright.” The simple trust in Gwaine's voice took Merlin's breath away. Merlin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and drew the magic from within him.
“Touch yourself.” Gwaine grunted, but complied. Merlin watched as Gwaine strong fingers caressed his rapidly stiffening erection. Merlin spoke softly, sending out his magic to Gwaine's body. Gwaine gasped as phantom fingers followed the path of his own and cupped his balls. Gwaine removed his hands, allowing the phantom fingers to take over. Gwaine's own fingers trailed down his thighs, nails scratching slightly.
Another muttered phrase and second pair of hands caressed Gwaine's face, fingers slipping into his mouth. Merlin sat back, watching intently. Gwaine was beautiful like this, head thrown back, sweat rising on his tanned skin. Merlin quashed his own need, not wanting to miss any of this.
The hands moved from Gwaine's face down his body, which arched upwards. They teased his hole, Gwaine opened his legs wider, pleading for more.
“Merlin, Merlin.” Gwaine moaned desperately, thrusting upwards, come splattering his belly. Gwaine fell back, panting. Merlin crawled back to him, fingers drawing through the sticky mess on Gwaine's stomach. “That was incredible. You're incredible.”
Merlin lifted his fingers and licked them clean.
“You're also going to be the death of me.” He groaned kissing Merlin firmly.