CHEWYSTORIES Serving Arthur
Title | Serving Arthur
Author | chewableprose
Fandom | Merlin
Pairing | Merlin/Arthur
Rating |
Ficlet | The days were long and hard and dirt-filled, and involved the slaying of record numbers of mythical beasts of which there were never a shortage in Camelot and its surrounds. And what got Arthur through these were not the conquests or the praise from his father, but the constant, blush-filled thought of his manservant inside him. Since that day on the beach, he couldn’t get enough of Merlin grinding into him that is, of course, once he had recovered from the intensity of his first time in submission. He never dreamed it would fill him out quite so much, or be as pleasurable as it was. That it would reach inside him and leave no corner unfilled and no part of him untingled. Nor that he would come to depend on it, and be unable to go a day without it. It was always the same, by day he would call Merlin an idiot and order him about; he would throw things his way and mock him in front of his men. He would belittle him, because Merlin made it too easy, and because that was his way. But once he was bathed and the door locked. Once he was naked and clean and all evidence of war and prince-hood scrubbed away, he’d get on the bed and open himself up to being dominated, to being Merlin, and to being lustful. He’d spread his legs, the cool air on his entrance teasing him with what was to come. A gentle moan would seep from his throat, as he arched his back in anticipation. He would lie down or be on all-fours whatever position Merlin told him to be in and he’d enjoy the feel of the silk against his skin, and the scent of oils Merlin used to loosen him up. And he’d watch as Merlin slid inside him, slowly at first, but opening him up further with each beat in a rhythm he could depend on, and a tempo that increased until climax, sweating their bodies and the bed. He was sensual and submissive, Merlin’s breath hot in his ear. He was without decision or direction. Unburdened. When Merlin fucked him like he loved him, he almost felt free.
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Ficlet | The days were long and hard and dirt-filled, and involved the slaying of record numbers of mythical beasts of which there were never a shortage in Camelot and its surrounds. And what got Arthur through these were not the conquests or the praise from his father, but the constant, blush-filled thought of his manservant inside him. Since that day on the beach, he couldn’t get enough of Merlin grinding into him that is, of course, once he had recovered from the intensity of his first time in submission. He never dreamed it would fill him out quite so much, or be as pleasurable as it was. That it would reach inside him and leave no corner unfilled and no part of him untingled. Nor that he would come to depend on it, and be unable to go a day without it. It was always the same, by day he would call Merlin an idiot and order him about; he would throw things his way and mock him in front of his men. He would belittle him, because Merlin made it too easy, and because that was his way. But once he was bathed and the door locked. Once he was naked and clean and all evidence of war and prince-hood scrubbed away, he’d get on the bed and open himself up to being dominated, to being Merlin, and to being lustful. He’d spread his legs, the cool air on his entrance teasing him with what was to come. A gentle moan would seep from his throat, as he arched his back in anticipation. He would lie down or be on all-fours whatever position Merlin told him to be in and he’d enjoy the feel of the silk against his skin, and the scent of oils Merlin used to loosen him up. And he’d watch as Merlin slid inside him, slowly at first, but opening him up further with each beat in a rhythm he could depend on, and a tempo that increased until climax, sweating their bodies and the bed. He was sensual and submissive, Merlin’s breath hot in his ear. He was without decision or direction. Unburdened. When Merlin fucked him like he loved him, he almost felt free.
Notes | In a continuation of this series, here we see what the sex means for Arthur. What a release it is for him to be submissive and sensual, the antithesis of the active, rational Arthur his title requires he be. So often the canon shows Arthur as tortured and trapped by constant duty and responsibility, and so it’s little wonder he embraces the opportunity to however briefly escape his life sentence (which I would argue is one of the main reasons he is so attracted to Gwen a life with her represents a break from the life that has already been written for him). This entry was cross-posted to merlinslash, merlinxarthur and arthur_submits, which is why it is not friends locked. If you’re visiting from one of these communities and you’d like to see more of my manips, comment on my friends only entry, but be warned, much of my work is sexually explicit.
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