Kink Me! #34
Kink Me! #34
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Arthur/Merlin
During a pause in the tourney, Merlin doesn't just give Arthur a new lance to replace the shattered one. He pulls down Arthur's trousers and rims his sweaty arse, making him desperate, but not letting him come. This way Arthur is fiercer, and more determined than ever to win.
Afterwards (if he is victorious), Merlin rims/fingers/fucks Arthur into an incoherent mess while Arthur is still wearing most of his armour.
Merlin loves having a warrior at his mercy. Arthur loves having his body pushed to its limits.
Bonus points for modern AU where they are medieval recreationists at a fair or something.
More bonus points for Arthur making Merlin fuck him with a sword hilt.
Gold star for Arthur stealing Merlin's underwear and wearing them as other knights wear their ladies' favours.
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“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Merlin smiles, and from the way his mouth moves against Arthur’s skin, he can feel Merlin biting his lower lip in amusement.
“Get to it.”“So domineering. You’re lucky I like you pushy.” A tight pull of Arthur’s cock, once, twice, and then Merlin’s teasing his drawn-up balls with the pad of his thumb before moving in to swirl his tongue around Arthur’s hole in earnest ( ... )
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The flashbacks are awesome.
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He can barely feel his feet, the muted aftershocks of pleasure still quivering through him, but Arthur recovers enough to turn around and lean against the table before looking at Merlin with his jaw agape.
“Would hate to make you late for the match with your fiercest competitor and all that,” Merlin continues, eyes twinkling. “Dreadfully remiss of me. This is important.“I cannot believe you,” Arthur says, but he’s dealt with Merlin’s teasing often enough to gauge from Merlin’s expression that he’s not budging on this one. Grudgingly, he bends over to pull up his underwear, and ignores the crude whistle Merlin throws his way. “Oh, come on ( ... )
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It was hell for the few crucial minutes leading up to his introduction - something along the lines of Sir Arthur Pendragon of the court of Camelot, the golden warrior and defender of justice! or something equally hammed up - as he willed his erection down, but he’d been so frustrated thanks to Merlin that Valiant absolutely hadn't seen his crushing defeat coming.
The crowd roars as a wave of pure adrenaline crashes over him; Arthur’s blood pounds in his ears when he lands his final vicious blow, sending his opponent tumbling into the sand. He removes his helmet and lets it fall with a soft thump against the sand. Holding his shield up, Arthur turns to the crowd and crows in triumph. There’s sun and sweat in his eyes, and he’s never felt more alive.
He fucking loves renaissance fairs.
His name is carried over the deafening cheers, blending together in an increasingly cohesive rhythm until it’s just a single chant of Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. When he finally lowers his hand and looks back at his tent, he sees Merlin ( ... )
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Arthur wearing Merlin's underwear like he was wearing his boyfriend's favor is wonderful and I have to love that Arthur can rev Merlin's motor, too. These two were meant for each other.
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I love how the OP just casually slipped that in, because idk, it totally sounds like something Arthur would do. Mmmm.
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“Do it,” he says, desperate. “Just take me.”
Humming contemplatively, Merlin reaches out with another arm past Arthur’s death grip on the table. “Not yet, I think. Hang on, just need a bit more lube for this...”
His fingers slip and slide wetly over something but he’s still teasing Arthur’s hole with his cock, just brushing against the edges without sliding in, so that can’t be it. Merlin leans down to rest against Arthur’s back, pulling him flush against his chest, and tugs a little at the skin of Arthur’s nape between his teeth. “Going to fuck you so good,” he murmurs, his breath running ragged while he gently nudges something inside Arthur, “going to make you come so hard for me.”
“Promises, promises.” He barely manages being snide; Arthur’s shaking with the effort of staying up, his feet are nearly off the ground. Whatever Merlin’s pushing inside him is hard and smooth, and long - it isn’t until he feels the familiar texture of Excalibur’s cross-guard against his arse that Merlin is fucking him with his own wooden ( ... )
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