FIC, Newlyweds, Arthur/Merlin, NC-17
Title: Newlyweds
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “They fuck on the floor of the honeymoon suite, too impatient to reach the bed”
Word count: 657 words
Warnings: Explicit barebacking, bottom!Merlin, schmoop expressed via enthusiastic honeymoon sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Author’s Note: Written for the “firsts” challenge at summerpornathon.
They fuck on the floor of the honeymoon suite, too impatient to reach the bed, Arthur on his back on the carpet with his hands on Merlin’s skinny hips and Merlin riding him, lifting up and pushing back again onto Arthur’s cock and the room is filled with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies; their ragged breaths.
Arthur hooks his hand behind Merlin’s neck and drags him in, disrupts their rhythm but it’s worth it for the supple heat of Merlin’s mouth on his, pink and swollen already from the snog they’d shared in the backseat on the drive over. The kiss tastes like wedding cake and too much champagne.
Merlin holds onto him and rocks his arse down (so hot and so good, fuck, fuck, it’s amazing) and Arthur can feel the shock of Merlin’s ring against his skin, the gold band cool against his shoulder but warming up the longer that it’s there.
Arthur pulls Merlin down and thrusts into him and Merlin gasps, wordless, taking Arthur in so unimaginably deep and Arthur rolls them over and Merlin’s back thumps heavy against the floor.
Merlin says, “Gon-gonna get rug burn,” and Arthur says, “Yeah, probably,” and lifts Merlin’s legs so he can fuck him right and proper, raises Merlin’s knees and he can’t not look at where their bodies fit together so snug, can’t help but adore Merlin’s naked white thighs and the slippery pink clutch of his arsehole around Arthur’s length, the curved hardness of Merlin’s cock leaking wanton against Merlin’s lean little belly.
This is his, Arthur thinks. Merlin is his. And he is indelibly Merlin’s, but frankly that thought is just too soppy and love-ridden to even exist, so Arthur doesn’t dwell on it.
Merlin’s nipples are pebbled, two tiny stiff peaks, and Arthur leans down and licks at one; sucks it into his mouth, his tongue rolling flat against it and then teasing just the tip and Merlin says, “Arthur, oh, you fucker-”, so sensitive there and Arthur knows it, knows how it makes Merlin react, and Merlin whinges when Arthur lets go of one of Merlin’s legs to rub the pad of his thumb against Merlin’s other nipple, the edge of Arthur’s fingernail scraping infinitely gently at the light brown areola.
Arthur smirks: trails kisses up Merlin’s neck to the corner of his jaw and bites at Merlin’s lower lip, and Merlin wraps his freed leg tight around Arthur’s waist and digs his fingers into Arthur’s hair and pulls him closer, tongues into Arthur’s mouth and rocks his hips up, trying, trying to rub his dick against Arthur’s abdomen, to get some friction, and Arthur releases Merlin’s other leg (which promptly curves around the other side of Arthur’s hip, Merlin’s thighs cradling him) to slide his hand between them and jack at Merlin’s cock.
It doesn’t take long; they’re both strung too tight, too needy, and when Arthur mouths over Merlin’s nipple again and presses his thumb against that sweet spot just under the head of Merlin’s cock that makes Merlin crazy, Merlin comes with a punched-out sounding grunt and spurts jizz all over Arthur’s hand and the both of their chests.
Merlin’s always loose-limbed and kind of useless for a few minutes after he’s orgasmed, so Arthur doesn’t waste any time pulling out and turning him over onto his stomach.
Merlin sighs (soft, contented) when Arthur pushes into him again, his sore, slick little hole parting open for Arthur so easily and Arthur braces himself over Merlin and fucks in, snaps his hips forward again and again and Merlin says, “Yeah,” and Arthur says, “Fuckin’-love-this-” and digs his fingernails into the carpet, buries his face between Merlin’s shoulder blades and tells him, “Love you, love you, god,” and comes sticky and hot all over the insides of Merlin’s arse.
And that’s just the first time.
It’s going to be a very long night.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “They fuck on the floor of the honeymoon suite, too impatient to reach the bed”
Word count: 657 words
Warnings: Explicit barebacking, bottom!Merlin, schmoop expressed via enthusiastic honeymoon sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Author’s Note: Written for the “firsts” challenge at summerpornathon.
They fuck on the floor of the honeymoon suite, too impatient to reach the bed, Arthur on his back on the carpet with his hands on Merlin’s skinny hips and Merlin riding him, lifting up and pushing back again onto Arthur’s cock and the room is filled with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies; their ragged breaths.
Arthur hooks his hand behind Merlin’s neck and drags him in, disrupts their rhythm but it’s worth it for the supple heat of Merlin’s mouth on his, pink and swollen already from the snog they’d shared in the backseat on the drive over. The kiss tastes like wedding cake and too much champagne.
Merlin holds onto him and rocks his arse down (so hot and so good, fuck, fuck, it’s amazing) and Arthur can feel the shock of Merlin’s ring against his skin, the gold band cool against his shoulder but warming up the longer that it’s there.
Arthur pulls Merlin down and thrusts into him and Merlin gasps, wordless, taking Arthur in so unimaginably deep and Arthur rolls them over and Merlin’s back thumps heavy against the floor.
Merlin says, “Gon-gonna get rug burn,” and Arthur says, “Yeah, probably,” and lifts Merlin’s legs so he can fuck him right and proper, raises Merlin’s knees and he can’t not look at where their bodies fit together so snug, can’t help but adore Merlin’s naked white thighs and the slippery pink clutch of his arsehole around Arthur’s length, the curved hardness of Merlin’s cock leaking wanton against Merlin’s lean little belly.
This is his, Arthur thinks. Merlin is his. And he is indelibly Merlin’s, but frankly that thought is just too soppy and love-ridden to even exist, so Arthur doesn’t dwell on it.
Merlin’s nipples are pebbled, two tiny stiff peaks, and Arthur leans down and licks at one; sucks it into his mouth, his tongue rolling flat against it and then teasing just the tip and Merlin says, “Arthur, oh, you fucker-”, so sensitive there and Arthur knows it, knows how it makes Merlin react, and Merlin whinges when Arthur lets go of one of Merlin’s legs to rub the pad of his thumb against Merlin’s other nipple, the edge of Arthur’s fingernail scraping infinitely gently at the light brown areola.
Arthur smirks: trails kisses up Merlin’s neck to the corner of his jaw and bites at Merlin’s lower lip, and Merlin wraps his freed leg tight around Arthur’s waist and digs his fingers into Arthur’s hair and pulls him closer, tongues into Arthur’s mouth and rocks his hips up, trying, trying to rub his dick against Arthur’s abdomen, to get some friction, and Arthur releases Merlin’s other leg (which promptly curves around the other side of Arthur’s hip, Merlin’s thighs cradling him) to slide his hand between them and jack at Merlin’s cock.
It doesn’t take long; they’re both strung too tight, too needy, and when Arthur mouths over Merlin’s nipple again and presses his thumb against that sweet spot just under the head of Merlin’s cock that makes Merlin crazy, Merlin comes with a punched-out sounding grunt and spurts jizz all over Arthur’s hand and the both of their chests.
Merlin’s always loose-limbed and kind of useless for a few minutes after he’s orgasmed, so Arthur doesn’t waste any time pulling out and turning him over onto his stomach.
Merlin sighs (soft, contented) when Arthur pushes into him again, his sore, slick little hole parting open for Arthur so easily and Arthur braces himself over Merlin and fucks in, snaps his hips forward again and again and Merlin says, “Yeah,” and Arthur says, “Fuckin’-love-this-” and digs his fingernails into the carpet, buries his face between Merlin’s shoulder blades and tells him, “Love you, love you, god,” and comes sticky and hot all over the insides of Merlin’s arse.
And that’s just the first time.
It’s going to be a very long night.