Merlin - Five First Times
Okay, so I may, possibly, regret this.
Title: Five First Times
Genre: Merlin
Pairings: Merlin/Will, Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Morgana, Merlin/Gwen, Merlin/Arthur/Gwen/Morgana (OT4)
Rating: R
Length: 500 words (a drabble each)
Synopsis: Five first times for Merlin.
Author’s Notes: For the cliche_bingo entry “five things”
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myth, and am making no profit from any of this.
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“Do you really think...?” Merlin started, distracted by the tugging at his trousers.
Will smiled at him, hands tangled in the laces. “No, I don’t think, and neither should you.”
Skin to skin now, Merlin felt a jolt of pleasure more powerful than anything he had been able to conjure thus far. “Oh!” he said, unintelligently. Lips were at his throat, working their way along his neck and jawline. He felt the need to interrupt, just long enough to admit, “I’ve never...”
Will silenced him with a kiss. “It doesn’t matter.”
Closing his eyes, Merlin realized it really did not.
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“Arthur...” Merlin moaned, not certain if he was encouraging him, or trying to get him to stop.
“It’s just that, this relationship, between you and me, prince and servant and somehow something that’s not quite proper and oh my don’t you dare stop!” Arthur was rambling, definitely pulling him closer now. Merlin obliged and continued.
Later, as the sweat cooled on overheated skin, Merlin nuzzled against him, smoothing back a bit of damp hair from his forehead. “Still think this was a bad idea?”
“Well, at least this way Father won’t have to worry about a bastard heir,” Arthur conceded.
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“Are you certain?” Morgana verified. “Would you swear to it?”
“Only my fingers and my mouth and there is no way you could become with child,” Merlin swore, though his words were muffled from her skirts. He licked a path up her thigh and took the spreading of her legs, the musky smell of her sex washing over him as her capitulation.
He made it good for her, had her writhing under his ministrations. His own needs were not forgotten, but pushed to the side until she reached out a hesitant hand and asked, “Could we do this again sometime?”
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“It’s not proper,” Gwen protested, arching as he slid his fingers against her folds.
He kissed her deeply, breathing in everything she had to offer; everything he knew could never fully be his. “You have so much more than a simple servant’s life awaiting you,” he whispered, forehead pressed against her own. “I will not take such a destiny away.”
“But I like simple, I like you,” she teased with words and clever fingers of her own.
“Then let’s make the most out of what little we have,” he offered.
She nodded, kissed him again. “It will have to do.”
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“Well, this is certainly going to change the group dynamic.”
“Are you complaining?” Merlin asked doubtingly.
Arthur scoffed, looking to the bed where Gwen and Morgana had artfully draped themselves. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Merlin grinned, quickly joining the others. As expected, Arthur followed. When Merlin laid down between the women though, the prince looked torn.
Morgana sighed dramatically and pulled Arthur by his belt until he ended up in the most ungainly position on top of them all. “He always did have trouble making decisions,” she teased.
Gwen kissed him softly, offering, “Then choose us all.”
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Five First Times
Genre: Merlin
Pairings: Merlin/Will, Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Morgana, Merlin/Gwen, Merlin/Arthur/Gwen/Morgana (OT4)
Rating: R
Length: 500 words (a drabble each)
Synopsis: Five first times for Merlin.
Author’s Notes: For the cliche_bingo entry “five things”
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myth, and am making no profit from any of this.
~~~~~~~~~~
“Do you really think...?” Merlin started, distracted by the tugging at his trousers.
Will smiled at him, hands tangled in the laces. “No, I don’t think, and neither should you.”
Skin to skin now, Merlin felt a jolt of pleasure more powerful than anything he had been able to conjure thus far. “Oh!” he said, unintelligently. Lips were at his throat, working their way along his neck and jawline. He felt the need to interrupt, just long enough to admit, “I’ve never...”
Will silenced him with a kiss. “It doesn’t matter.”
Closing his eyes, Merlin realized it really did not.
~~~~~~~~~~
“Arthur...” Merlin moaned, not certain if he was encouraging him, or trying to get him to stop.
“It’s just that, this relationship, between you and me, prince and servant and somehow something that’s not quite proper and oh my don’t you dare stop!” Arthur was rambling, definitely pulling him closer now. Merlin obliged and continued.
Later, as the sweat cooled on overheated skin, Merlin nuzzled against him, smoothing back a bit of damp hair from his forehead. “Still think this was a bad idea?”
“Well, at least this way Father won’t have to worry about a bastard heir,” Arthur conceded.
~~~~~~~~~~
“Are you certain?” Morgana verified. “Would you swear to it?”
“Only my fingers and my mouth and there is no way you could become with child,” Merlin swore, though his words were muffled from her skirts. He licked a path up her thigh and took the spreading of her legs, the musky smell of her sex washing over him as her capitulation.
He made it good for her, had her writhing under his ministrations. His own needs were not forgotten, but pushed to the side until she reached out a hesitant hand and asked, “Could we do this again sometime?”
~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s not proper,” Gwen protested, arching as he slid his fingers against her folds.
He kissed her deeply, breathing in everything she had to offer; everything he knew could never fully be his. “You have so much more than a simple servant’s life awaiting you,” he whispered, forehead pressed against her own. “I will not take such a destiny away.”
“But I like simple, I like you,” she teased with words and clever fingers of her own.
“Then let’s make the most out of what little we have,” he offered.
She nodded, kissed him again. “It will have to do.”
~~~~~~~~~~
“Well, this is certainly going to change the group dynamic.”
“Are you complaining?” Merlin asked doubtingly.
Arthur scoffed, looking to the bed where Gwen and Morgana had artfully draped themselves. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Merlin grinned, quickly joining the others. As expected, Arthur followed. When Merlin laid down between the women though, the prince looked torn.
Morgana sighed dramatically and pulled Arthur by his belt until he ended up in the most ungainly position on top of them all. “He always did have trouble making decisions,” she teased.
Gwen kissed him softly, offering, “Then choose us all.”
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Feedback is always welcomed.