Fic: Cocooned
Author: jelazakazone
Title: Cocooned
Rating: M
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur/Mordred
Character/s:Merlin, Arthur, Mordred
Summary: Mordred finally feels safe
Warnings: vague references to past vague abuse
Word Count: ~175
Prompt: #74: warm
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Sorry to everyone. Part one is here. Part two is here.
Mordred roused to the feel of smooth warm skin along his length. Reflexively, he stiffened before memory returned and he melted in to it. Soft breathing tickled the tips of his feathers, awakening a hunger in him he’d thought had been quenched. Liquid fire ran down his chest, into his groin. He stiffened, not wanting to wake Merlin and Arthur. Someone stirred, moaning, inflaming Mordred’s desire. He clenched his fists. It was not his place to…
An arm snaked around him, tugging him in. A hard cock rubbed against his arse cheek. Mordred let out a low growl, unable to constrain himself. Lips touched his, swallowing down his sounds and then Mordred was lost in the swirling pleasures of hands, mouths, lips, tongues, cocks, and skin.
Cocooned by Arthur and Merlin, early morning light just breaking through the thin curtains, Mordred felt the last vestige of mistrust slip away. They had broken him in ways he’d never believed would happen to him, but he knew now that they were his new home.
Title: Cocooned
Rating: M
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur/Mordred
Character/s:Merlin, Arthur, Mordred
Summary: Mordred finally feels safe
Warnings: vague references to past vague abuse
Word Count: ~175
Prompt: #74: warm
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Sorry to everyone. Part one is here. Part two is here.
Mordred roused to the feel of smooth warm skin along his length. Reflexively, he stiffened before memory returned and he melted in to it. Soft breathing tickled the tips of his feathers, awakening a hunger in him he’d thought had been quenched. Liquid fire ran down his chest, into his groin. He stiffened, not wanting to wake Merlin and Arthur. Someone stirred, moaning, inflaming Mordred’s desire. He clenched his fists. It was not his place to…
An arm snaked around him, tugging him in. A hard cock rubbed against his arse cheek. Mordred let out a low growl, unable to constrain himself. Lips touched his, swallowing down his sounds and then Mordred was lost in the swirling pleasures of hands, mouths, lips, tongues, cocks, and skin.
Cocooned by Arthur and Merlin, early morning light just breaking through the thin curtains, Mordred felt the last vestige of mistrust slip away. They had broken him in ways he’d never believed would happen to him, but he knew now that they were his new home.