FIC, Boys Will Be Girls, Arthur/Merlin, NC-17
Title: Boys Will Be Girls
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The shoot is Lolita-themed, so Merlin is wearing frilly little pale pink garters with white stockings and glossy pink babydoll shoes. His panties are white as well, as is his corset (its ribbons and embellishments are-of course-pink). Merlin feels like a strawberry cream puff, all soft and prissy pastel.
Word Count: 750 words
Warnings: Crossdressing, Arthur and Merlin as porn stars, bottom!Merlin, cocky!Arthur, sex in front of a camera, a tad of outside-party voyeurism, rimming, barebacking, size-differential kink, facial
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Author’s Note: Written for the genderbender challenge at summerpornathon. Title from the Kink’s Lola.
ETA: freudian_fuckup has written a wonderfully funny and sexy sequel to this called One Take; please go check it out!
The shoot is Lolita-themed, so Merlin is wearing frilly little pale pink garters with white stockings and glossy pink babydoll shoes. His panties are white as well, as is his corset (its ribbons and embellishments are-of course-pink). Merlin feels like a strawberry cream puff, all soft and prissy pastel.
“Oh, you again?” says Arthur when he sees him, and Merlin says, “Don’t look so happy, your majesty, you’ll strain something.”
Arthur Pendragon is the son of Uther Pendragon, the man dubbed by the media as the “King of Britain’s porn industry.” Arthur’s blond and buff and a bit ridiculously gorgeous; he’s also a total prat. Merlin and he had done a few magazine spreads together before, which turned out to be inexplicably and unprecedentedly popular and meant the both of them were locked into doing a few more, whether they liked it or not. Which they definitely didn’t. At all. Not even a little bit.
The photographer-a grey-haired old chap named Dray Gun who’d done all their previous shoots, and who in Merlin’s opinion is a little too enthusiastic about watching Arthur fuck him-has them start off slow, on a bed (distressingly pink, and, even more distressingly, decorated with a squishy row of beady-eyed stuffed animals), Arthur on top of Merlin; kissing him.
“Why do you get to wear a suit?” says Merlin, indignant, and Arthur says, “We can’t all be a pretty girl like you, baby,” smirking, and Merlin scowls and tugs Arthur down by the lapels and kisses him, and Gun says, “What passion! What romance!”, and Arthur slides his tongue into Merlin’s mouth.
After that they get a few shots of Arthur licking along Merlin’s shaft through Merlin’s tiny white panties (Merlin wishes Arthur would take the panties off and suck him for real, but to keep the girlish illusion they’re not to show Merlin’s prick at all; Merlin officially hates whoever came up with this concept); Arthur turns him around onto his stomach and tugs the panties to the side and laps at the dusky skin of Merlin’s arsehole, and Merlin sighs-wiggles around some to find a more comfortable position when Arthur fucks into him with his tongue, and Merlin is thinking that Arthur is actually quite tolerable when he’s eating Merlin out (and that perhaps they could do this all the time as a character-building exercise) when Arthur pulls back and bites at Merlin’s arsecheek.
Merlin yelps, instinctive, and curses, and Arthur holds him down and open so the camera can get a good angle. It’s sure to be a good photograph-pale skin; wet hole; the faint, possessive imprint of teeth. But Arthur’s an ass.
As objectionable as Arthur is as a person, though, his cock is sodding amazing, long and thick and flushed, beads of precome dripping from its tip and when he slides in Merlin revels in the feeling of fullness; the satisfying ache of his arsehole stretched wide, accommodating.
They’re fucking with Merlin on Arthur’s lap (which Merlin’s glad for, as he wasn’t looking forward to getting shagged face-first into a pile of plushies), still clothed except Arthur’s fly is down and the little bit of cloth at the crease of Merlin’s arse is pushed aside in favour of Arthur’s prick. Merlin’s front is facing the camera; Arthur’s hands, at either side of Merlin’s skinny hips, are big enough that his fingertips almost touch.
“Beautiful! Fantastic!” says Gun. He pays special attention to the place their bodies meet; moves the camera in close to where Arthur’s cock is stuffed huge into Merlin’s arsehole.
Technically, after the penetration shots Arthur’s supposed to wank himself until he’s ready to deliver the moneyshot, but Arthur never bothers-he doesn’t pull out of Merlin at all, just fucks in hard and efficient, and Merlin doesn’t stop him because…well. Merlin’s not sure why he doesn’t stop him. It probably has something to do with the particular attention Arthur pays to Merlin’s prostate, which is, uh, rather admirable, really, perhaps a sign of some latent professionalism or, or-
Merlin comes, eyes squeezed shut and fingers grabbing at Arthur’s arms, and Arthur presses his forehead to Merlin’s shoulder and jabs his hips forward for another minute or two before he grunts and says, “I’m ready,” and pulls out; Merlin lies down on his back and Arthur puts his knees on either side of Merlin’s shoulders and comes all over Merlin’s face.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The shoot is Lolita-themed, so Merlin is wearing frilly little pale pink garters with white stockings and glossy pink babydoll shoes. His panties are white as well, as is his corset (its ribbons and embellishments are-of course-pink). Merlin feels like a strawberry cream puff, all soft and prissy pastel.
Word Count: 750 words
Warnings: Crossdressing, Arthur and Merlin as porn stars, bottom!Merlin, cocky!Arthur, sex in front of a camera, a tad of outside-party voyeurism, rimming, barebacking, size-differential kink, facial
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Author’s Note: Written for the genderbender challenge at summerpornathon. Title from the Kink’s Lola.
ETA: freudian_fuckup has written a wonderfully funny and sexy sequel to this called One Take; please go check it out!
The shoot is Lolita-themed, so Merlin is wearing frilly little pale pink garters with white stockings and glossy pink babydoll shoes. His panties are white as well, as is his corset (its ribbons and embellishments are-of course-pink). Merlin feels like a strawberry cream puff, all soft and prissy pastel.
“Oh, you again?” says Arthur when he sees him, and Merlin says, “Don’t look so happy, your majesty, you’ll strain something.”
Arthur Pendragon is the son of Uther Pendragon, the man dubbed by the media as the “King of Britain’s porn industry.” Arthur’s blond and buff and a bit ridiculously gorgeous; he’s also a total prat. Merlin and he had done a few magazine spreads together before, which turned out to be inexplicably and unprecedentedly popular and meant the both of them were locked into doing a few more, whether they liked it or not. Which they definitely didn’t. At all. Not even a little bit.
The photographer-a grey-haired old chap named Dray Gun who’d done all their previous shoots, and who in Merlin’s opinion is a little too enthusiastic about watching Arthur fuck him-has them start off slow, on a bed (distressingly pink, and, even more distressingly, decorated with a squishy row of beady-eyed stuffed animals), Arthur on top of Merlin; kissing him.
“Why do you get to wear a suit?” says Merlin, indignant, and Arthur says, “We can’t all be a pretty girl like you, baby,” smirking, and Merlin scowls and tugs Arthur down by the lapels and kisses him, and Gun says, “What passion! What romance!”, and Arthur slides his tongue into Merlin’s mouth.
After that they get a few shots of Arthur licking along Merlin’s shaft through Merlin’s tiny white panties (Merlin wishes Arthur would take the panties off and suck him for real, but to keep the girlish illusion they’re not to show Merlin’s prick at all; Merlin officially hates whoever came up with this concept); Arthur turns him around onto his stomach and tugs the panties to the side and laps at the dusky skin of Merlin’s arsehole, and Merlin sighs-wiggles around some to find a more comfortable position when Arthur fucks into him with his tongue, and Merlin is thinking that Arthur is actually quite tolerable when he’s eating Merlin out (and that perhaps they could do this all the time as a character-building exercise) when Arthur pulls back and bites at Merlin’s arsecheek.
Merlin yelps, instinctive, and curses, and Arthur holds him down and open so the camera can get a good angle. It’s sure to be a good photograph-pale skin; wet hole; the faint, possessive imprint of teeth. But Arthur’s an ass.
As objectionable as Arthur is as a person, though, his cock is sodding amazing, long and thick and flushed, beads of precome dripping from its tip and when he slides in Merlin revels in the feeling of fullness; the satisfying ache of his arsehole stretched wide, accommodating.
They’re fucking with Merlin on Arthur’s lap (which Merlin’s glad for, as he wasn’t looking forward to getting shagged face-first into a pile of plushies), still clothed except Arthur’s fly is down and the little bit of cloth at the crease of Merlin’s arse is pushed aside in favour of Arthur’s prick. Merlin’s front is facing the camera; Arthur’s hands, at either side of Merlin’s skinny hips, are big enough that his fingertips almost touch.
“Beautiful! Fantastic!” says Gun. He pays special attention to the place their bodies meet; moves the camera in close to where Arthur’s cock is stuffed huge into Merlin’s arsehole.
Technically, after the penetration shots Arthur’s supposed to wank himself until he’s ready to deliver the moneyshot, but Arthur never bothers-he doesn’t pull out of Merlin at all, just fucks in hard and efficient, and Merlin doesn’t stop him because…well. Merlin’s not sure why he doesn’t stop him. It probably has something to do with the particular attention Arthur pays to Merlin’s prostate, which is, uh, rather admirable, really, perhaps a sign of some latent professionalism or, or-
Merlin comes, eyes squeezed shut and fingers grabbing at Arthur’s arms, and Arthur presses his forehead to Merlin’s shoulder and jabs his hips forward for another minute or two before he grunts and says, “I’m ready,” and pulls out; Merlin lies down on his back and Arthur puts his knees on either side of Merlin’s shoulders and comes all over Merlin’s face.