Prompt #5 "On Your Knees", Arthur/Merlin, NC-17
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, water.
1471 words.
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The water looked cool and inviting, and Merlin wanted nothing more than to strip down and jump in. The summer sun beat down on his neck, and he just knew he was going to be red and crispy by the time they got back to Camelot.
"This is so stupid," he muttered to himself.
"What was that, Merlin?" Arthur mocked. "Was that a complaint? Not enjoying the cool afternoon?"
"Cool my bollocks," Merlin said, deliberately louder. "God, don't you just want to jump in the water? Let our horses rest a bit, and cool off?"
"Actually," Arthur said, a little hoarsely. "I think you just came up with a good idea for... oh, I don't know... the first time in your life, maybe?"
"If this is my first good idea, then what about all those ideas I've had about saving your stupid arse? Sorry, Stupid Royal Arse? Does that make them bad ideas, because I certainly understand how that might be the case."
"Merlin... the day you actually save my life, I will get down on my knees and swear my fealty to you," Arthur said, laughing, and a little breathless.
"Right, that's it," Merlin said, swinging off his horse, and tethering her to a tree. "Get off your horse. I want to see you on your knees."
"Ah, but you actually have to save my life, first," Arthur said, grinning at him even as he swung off his horse. He tethered the horse close enough to the water that he'd be able to drink should he want to.
"Arthur," Merlin said, coming to a stop in front of him. "I have saved you sorry little arse more times than I can count. Even knocked you out once. And that's not forgetting the time I stopped you from drowning, drank poison for you - tried to do it again, even, and many of the other times I've stopped you from dying. So... I want to see you on your knees."
"No one else in Camelot would dare speak like that to me," Arthur said, just a touch more breathlessly. He was looking at Merlin like he was something wonderful, and Merlin felt something warm settle in his chest.
"Yeah well, that's just me saving you again," Merlin grinned at him, trying not to let his nerves show when Arthur stepped closer to him. "Only, I don't think saving you from a big head deserves just you getting on your knees for me. I think that deserves titles. And land. Lots of land. And maybe loads of servants I can boss around."
"Merlin?" Arthur asked, reaching out and settling his hands around the tops of Merlin's arms.
Merlin made a small noise and closed his eyes, his brain and heart telling him that, this was finally it, Arthur was going to kiss him, before Arthur's grip tightened, and suddenly Merlin was--
Cold. And wet.
"What the fuck?!" Merlin spluttered, wiping water out of his eyes. "What did you do that for, you clotpole?"
"You said you wanted to swim," Arthur said, grinning widely, a half-innocent look on his face.
"Yes, but now it's going to take ages for my clothes to dry!" Merlin cried, crawling out of the water and pulling his clothes off. "You're supposed to do it naked, you, you - dunghead!"
"Dunghead? That's a new one," Arthur said, very casually looking at Merlin, watching as he took his clothes off. "Gods, you really are pale, aren't you?"
"Yeah, well, not my fault," Merlin said, now completely naked, unashamed of himself. "So, you going to join me? Or did you just want to watch?"
"Watch? What?!" Arthur sounded indignant, and started stripping himself of his own clothes, hurriedly, aware that he'd have to jump in quickly if he wanted certain reactions to remain hidden. "I'm not some sort of pervert, Merlin."
"Relax, Arthur," Merlin said, grinning as he watched every inch of Arthur become exposed. God, Arthur had a great arse, but Merlin wished he wasn't facing the other way right now. "I just meant... Well, that maybe your ego had gotten so big you had to watch other people swim, rather than doing it yourself. Wouldn't want to lower yourself to the same level as a peasant, would you?"
"I wouldn't be lowering myself," Arthur said, jumping into the water, not far from where Merlin was. "Gods above! It's cold! Besides, you'd be the one raising yourself above your rank. This is definitely an activity fit for future Kings!"
Merlin laughed. Suddenly, he was struck by a childish urge, and the next thing he knew he was splashing Arthur.
"Hey!" Arthur spluttered, before retaliating. Over the next half hour, they exhausted themselves, splashing each other, diving down to avoid each other, and generally acting like children.
"Arthur," Merlin said, breathless and giddy, swimming closer, and idea firm in his mind.
"Yeah?" Arthur asked, watching him a little warily. He seemed to relax when Merlin rested his hands on Arthur's shoulders.
"I still haven't given up on seeing you on your knees, you know," Merlin said, grinning, and suddenly pushing Arthur under the water.
He swam away quickly, but it wasn't quite quick enough as Arthur grabbed his ankle.
"Merlin!" Arthur sounded a little angry, but the kind of anger that he'd occasionally put on to hide his true feelings from Merlin, or anyone else who might be around.
"Yeah..." Merlin was a little breathless, half expecting to be dunked under.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Arthur said, pulling him closer, and into his arms. "I'll never get on my knees for you, now."
"Aw, but I was so looking forward to seeing you," Merlin said.
"Were you really?" Arthur asked, suddenly considering, looking like he'd thought Merlin had meant something. Something that maybe Merlin fantasised about a lot.
"Swearing your fealty to me! Only that! I swear!" Merlin lied, turning bright red. He realised perhaps a little to late that Arthur was so close, Merlin would only have to hitch his hips forwards a little, and his cock would touch him.
Of course, Merlin's body was a bloody traitor, because it chose that exact moment to press against Arthur.
"Well, that's a shame," Arthur said, suddenly soft, and trace of teasing gone. "Because... I don't think I'd mind it, too much. If you meant the other. Might even... might even do it."
"Oh fuck, Arthur, you better know what you're talking about, or you'll need somebody else to save you when I try to kill you," Merlin hissed, pressing closer, glad that the water made his movements easier.
Arthur shifted, moved his hands, and suddenly the warm weight of another hard cock was pressing against Merlin's, and Arthur was wrapping his arms around Merlin and just, just - just shifting.
"Yeah, yeah, Merlin, I know what I'm talking about," Arthur moaned. "I promise. I - oh god, do that again!"
"Yeah," Merlin agreed, shifting his hips closer to Arthur's as he twisted his nipple again. "Fuck, you look... perfect, Arthur."
"Yeah?" Arthur asked, thrusting wildly against Merlin. "I'll give you perfect."
And suddenly Arthur disappeared, and there was a warm heath around his cock, and it took a moment to realise that Arthur was underwater, sucking his cock, and fuck yeah, perfect didn't even cover it, not even when there was a little too much teeth, and no where near enough suction, and then his cock was lonely again as Arthur surged upwards, taking great big lungfuls of air.
"Okay, so... blowing someone whilst underwater is apparently harder than it sounds," Arthur said, a little annoyed.
"Doesn't matter," Merlin promised, taking Arthur's cock in hand, and pumping slowly as he re-aligns them, stroking them together. "Just this, now, yeah. You can suck me later. Then fuck me, yeah?"
"Oh fuck, yes, absolutely yes," Arthur said, hips stuttering, as he pulled Merlin into a deep kiss.
When Merlin was wanking on his own, it could take him as long as three candlemarks before he came. Now, though, he was embarrassingly quick, not even ten minutes into thrusting against Arthur before he stiffened, shouted and shuddered against Arthur.
Not that Arthur did much better. Merlin tightened his grip as he came, and twisted just once, then Arthur followed him into oblivion.
"Arthur, fuck," Merlin breathed when he came back to himself. "That was brilliant."
"Yeah," Arthur agreed. "Way better than I'd imagined. But now I'm going to have to blow you properly."
"When we get back to Camelot," Merlin said, laughing softly. "Let's dry off for a bit, then ride home, yeah?"
"Yeah," Arthur agreed, already looking forward to spreading Merlin out on his bed, and worshipping every inch of him. Arthur cast a grateful look back at the water. Thank the gods for hot summer afternoons, and handy lakes.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin, water.
1471 words.
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The water looked cool and inviting, and Merlin wanted nothing more than to strip down and jump in. The summer sun beat down on his neck, and he just knew he was going to be red and crispy by the time they got back to Camelot.
"This is so stupid," he muttered to himself.
"What was that, Merlin?" Arthur mocked. "Was that a complaint? Not enjoying the cool afternoon?"
"Cool my bollocks," Merlin said, deliberately louder. "God, don't you just want to jump in the water? Let our horses rest a bit, and cool off?"
"Actually," Arthur said, a little hoarsely. "I think you just came up with a good idea for... oh, I don't know... the first time in your life, maybe?"
"If this is my first good idea, then what about all those ideas I've had about saving your stupid arse? Sorry, Stupid Royal Arse? Does that make them bad ideas, because I certainly understand how that might be the case."
"Merlin... the day you actually save my life, I will get down on my knees and swear my fealty to you," Arthur said, laughing, and a little breathless.
"Right, that's it," Merlin said, swinging off his horse, and tethering her to a tree. "Get off your horse. I want to see you on your knees."
"Ah, but you actually have to save my life, first," Arthur said, grinning at him even as he swung off his horse. He tethered the horse close enough to the water that he'd be able to drink should he want to.
"Arthur," Merlin said, coming to a stop in front of him. "I have saved you sorry little arse more times than I can count. Even knocked you out once. And that's not forgetting the time I stopped you from drowning, drank poison for you - tried to do it again, even, and many of the other times I've stopped you from dying. So... I want to see you on your knees."
"No one else in Camelot would dare speak like that to me," Arthur said, just a touch more breathlessly. He was looking at Merlin like he was something wonderful, and Merlin felt something warm settle in his chest.
"Yeah well, that's just me saving you again," Merlin grinned at him, trying not to let his nerves show when Arthur stepped closer to him. "Only, I don't think saving you from a big head deserves just you getting on your knees for me. I think that deserves titles. And land. Lots of land. And maybe loads of servants I can boss around."
"Merlin?" Arthur asked, reaching out and settling his hands around the tops of Merlin's arms.
Merlin made a small noise and closed his eyes, his brain and heart telling him that, this was finally it, Arthur was going to kiss him, before Arthur's grip tightened, and suddenly Merlin was--
Cold. And wet.
"What the fuck?!" Merlin spluttered, wiping water out of his eyes. "What did you do that for, you clotpole?"
"You said you wanted to swim," Arthur said, grinning widely, a half-innocent look on his face.
"Yes, but now it's going to take ages for my clothes to dry!" Merlin cried, crawling out of the water and pulling his clothes off. "You're supposed to do it naked, you, you - dunghead!"
"Dunghead? That's a new one," Arthur said, very casually looking at Merlin, watching as he took his clothes off. "Gods, you really are pale, aren't you?"
"Yeah, well, not my fault," Merlin said, now completely naked, unashamed of himself. "So, you going to join me? Or did you just want to watch?"
"Watch? What?!" Arthur sounded indignant, and started stripping himself of his own clothes, hurriedly, aware that he'd have to jump in quickly if he wanted certain reactions to remain hidden. "I'm not some sort of pervert, Merlin."
"Relax, Arthur," Merlin said, grinning as he watched every inch of Arthur become exposed. God, Arthur had a great arse, but Merlin wished he wasn't facing the other way right now. "I just meant... Well, that maybe your ego had gotten so big you had to watch other people swim, rather than doing it yourself. Wouldn't want to lower yourself to the same level as a peasant, would you?"
"I wouldn't be lowering myself," Arthur said, jumping into the water, not far from where Merlin was. "Gods above! It's cold! Besides, you'd be the one raising yourself above your rank. This is definitely an activity fit for future Kings!"
Merlin laughed. Suddenly, he was struck by a childish urge, and the next thing he knew he was splashing Arthur.
"Hey!" Arthur spluttered, before retaliating. Over the next half hour, they exhausted themselves, splashing each other, diving down to avoid each other, and generally acting like children.
"Arthur," Merlin said, breathless and giddy, swimming closer, and idea firm in his mind.
"Yeah?" Arthur asked, watching him a little warily. He seemed to relax when Merlin rested his hands on Arthur's shoulders.
"I still haven't given up on seeing you on your knees, you know," Merlin said, grinning, and suddenly pushing Arthur under the water.
He swam away quickly, but it wasn't quite quick enough as Arthur grabbed his ankle.
"Merlin!" Arthur sounded a little angry, but the kind of anger that he'd occasionally put on to hide his true feelings from Merlin, or anyone else who might be around.
"Yeah..." Merlin was a little breathless, half expecting to be dunked under.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Arthur said, pulling him closer, and into his arms. "I'll never get on my knees for you, now."
"Aw, but I was so looking forward to seeing you," Merlin said.
"Were you really?" Arthur asked, suddenly considering, looking like he'd thought Merlin had meant something. Something that maybe Merlin fantasised about a lot.
"Swearing your fealty to me! Only that! I swear!" Merlin lied, turning bright red. He realised perhaps a little to late that Arthur was so close, Merlin would only have to hitch his hips forwards a little, and his cock would touch him.
Of course, Merlin's body was a bloody traitor, because it chose that exact moment to press against Arthur.
"Well, that's a shame," Arthur said, suddenly soft, and trace of teasing gone. "Because... I don't think I'd mind it, too much. If you meant the other. Might even... might even do it."
"Oh fuck, Arthur, you better know what you're talking about, or you'll need somebody else to save you when I try to kill you," Merlin hissed, pressing closer, glad that the water made his movements easier.
Arthur shifted, moved his hands, and suddenly the warm weight of another hard cock was pressing against Merlin's, and Arthur was wrapping his arms around Merlin and just, just - just shifting.
"Yeah, yeah, Merlin, I know what I'm talking about," Arthur moaned. "I promise. I - oh god, do that again!"
"Yeah," Merlin agreed, shifting his hips closer to Arthur's as he twisted his nipple again. "Fuck, you look... perfect, Arthur."
"Yeah?" Arthur asked, thrusting wildly against Merlin. "I'll give you perfect."
And suddenly Arthur disappeared, and there was a warm heath around his cock, and it took a moment to realise that Arthur was underwater, sucking his cock, and fuck yeah, perfect didn't even cover it, not even when there was a little too much teeth, and no where near enough suction, and then his cock was lonely again as Arthur surged upwards, taking great big lungfuls of air.
"Okay, so... blowing someone whilst underwater is apparently harder than it sounds," Arthur said, a little annoyed.
"Doesn't matter," Merlin promised, taking Arthur's cock in hand, and pumping slowly as he re-aligns them, stroking them together. "Just this, now, yeah. You can suck me later. Then fuck me, yeah?"
"Oh fuck, yes, absolutely yes," Arthur said, hips stuttering, as he pulled Merlin into a deep kiss.
When Merlin was wanking on his own, it could take him as long as three candlemarks before he came. Now, though, he was embarrassingly quick, not even ten minutes into thrusting against Arthur before he stiffened, shouted and shuddered against Arthur.
Not that Arthur did much better. Merlin tightened his grip as he came, and twisted just once, then Arthur followed him into oblivion.
"Arthur, fuck," Merlin breathed when he came back to himself. "That was brilliant."
"Yeah," Arthur agreed. "Way better than I'd imagined. But now I'm going to have to blow you properly."
"When we get back to Camelot," Merlin said, laughing softly. "Let's dry off for a bit, then ride home, yeah?"
"Yeah," Arthur agreed, already looking forward to spreading Merlin out on his bed, and worshipping every inch of him. Arthur cast a grateful look back at the water. Thank the gods for hot summer afternoons, and handy lakes.