Prompt #15 "Dirty", Arthur/Merlin, R
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This fis is in response to this variation!prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin - Arthur bathing Merlin
1578 words.
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"What is that sm- Merlin? What on earth happened to you?!" Arthur exclaimed, taking in the site of Merlin in all his muddy splendour. He seemed to be struggling to move, and if Arthur was that kind of person, he'd probably be laughing. As it happened... oh forget, he was definitely laughing.
"Gaius," Merlin said, thickly, arms out and not touching anything. "Sent me to get herbs. Got chased by something instead. Was just on my way out to bath. Gods, it'll take a year to get rid of this stench."
"Oh for - right, come with me!" Arthur grabbed Merlin's wrist, ignoring the feel of the mud, pulling him towards his chambers. "Guard! Call for Guinevere, and have her round up some servants. I want two steaming hot baths in my chambers as quickly as they can manage."
His orders thus given, Arthur set about pushing Merlin into his chambers.
"Strip!"
"Arthur!" Merlin sounded scandalised. "Look, you can't do this for me. I'm just a servant, and I don't mind bathing in the stream, honest."
"This is a public service, Merlin," Arthur sniffed, then promptly wished he hadn't. Whatever Merlin had fallen in really did have the most overwhelming stench imaginable. "I can't have my manservant going around stinking to high heaven, nor can I allow you to pollute some unsuspecting peasant's water supply. No, this is for the best. Now strip."
"I, er... I can't," Merlin said, and if it wasn't for the inches of mud caked to his features, Arthur would swear he was blushing. "My shirt's too stiff. Can't move my arms properly."
"Oh for the love of - right, fine," Arthur said, huffily, fetching his dagger. At Merlin's shriek of protest, Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh relax, Merlin, I'm just going to cut your clothes away. It's not like you'll be able to keep them anyway. There's nothing that could get this stench out. It's not matter. You're overdue on a new set of clothes, anyway. Really, you are the most appalling manservant. You're not keeping up with the fashions in the slightest."
Not that there were any particular fashions. But Arthur really had been meaning to switch up what Merlin wore. Maybe some tighter breeches, and a warmer jacket. And that scarf! That really had to go. It wasn't even the right hue of red. Maybe if it was Pendragon red, but... He was getting carried away.
Arthur didn't have to wait long before the servants showed up, two burly men hefting a spare bathtub, and a number of maids with buckets of steaming water. Guinevere was directing them, and only spared a wry glance in Arthur's direction when she spotted Merlin, who was now naked from the waist up, for all that it was impossible to tell. How the mud had soaked through was anyone's guess.
When they were alone again, Arthur started stripping Merlin of his breeches, and carefully not letting himself look... anywhere.
"Right, come on then, climb into the tub," Arthur said, matter of fact, grabbing the seaweed scrubbing sponge and his own favourite soap from their place by his own tub. "This one, first. We'll get the mud off, then you can get clean properly in the other tub."
"Arthur, I'm perfectly capable of bathing myself," Merlin protested.
"You're absolutely filthy," Arthur told him. "You can't see yourself. No, it's best if I do this for you. You'll need to be properly cleaned, and I can do that."
"Fine," Merlin muttered, sounding defeated, and climbing into the tub, back to Arthur.
Arthur set about scrubbing at the mud with an enthusiasm he was glad no one else could see. The dirt came off Merlin's back and shoulders with ease, and Arthur set about sorting Merlin's chest.
Merlin became compliant, just letting Arthur clean him, and Arthur felt like it... it might be the start of something he'd been wanting for a very long time.
"Merlin?" Arthur said, softly, holding the sponge up. "I'm going to do your face, now, okay?"
"Yeah," Merlin said, staring at him for a moment, eyes wide, before he caught Arthur's meaning and closed his eyes.
Arthur was gentle and careful about cleaning the mud off Merlin's face. He took longer than he needed to, getting as much off as he could with the now dirty sponge. He didn't really care if Merlin noticed him taking too much time to do his ears - he really was beautiful when he relaxed, and Arthur could forget the smell if it meant getting to do this for him.
When Merlin's face was done, Arthur cleared his throat, and looked at him, to make sure he'd gotten everything. Just his hair left, now.
"I'm going to get the jug so I can use the clean water to do your hair, okay?" Arthur asked. "Just... soap it up if you want."
Arthur watched him slide down into the water, submerging his hair, before shooting back up and reaching for the soap. As he filled the jug, he couldn't help feeling irrationally annoyed that he'd missed the opportunity to run his fingers through Merlin's hair. He reminded himself that they were nowhere near done yet, and came back with the jug of clean water, pouring it slowly over Merlin's hair as Merlin rubbed fast circles through it, clearly not aware of how much better it could feel to clean his hair.
"Right, well... that's done," Arthur said, setting the jug to one side. "Er... can you stand up? I want to make sure there's no mud left before you get into the clean tub."
Merlin did just that, his face burning red. Arthur grabbed the sponge again, going back over Merlin's body and cleaning away any errant traces of dirt, steadfastly ignoring Merlin's erection. It was natural. Besides, Arthur had plans for that erection. Or at least, his cock did.
"Right, that's... that's good, then," Arthur said, standing at full height. "Er, hold my arm as you get out of the tub, if you want. You'll need the clean bath so you can get rid of any left over smell."
"Yeah," Merlin said, reaching for Arthur and climbing out, a little unsteadily. He moved quickly, seeming desperate to get back to the relative safety of the water, no matter that this tub would be unable to hide his erection.
"I've got a cl- here," Arthur said, handing Merlin the small cloth he usually used for his face.
Merlin stared blankly at it, and Arthur gave up on pretending to be appropriate.
"Never mind, I'll do it," Arthur said, making Merlin lean forward. He used a lot of soap to properly lather Merlin's back, neck and behind his ears, soaking the cloth to wipe it all away, leaving Merlin's skin slightly red from being scrubbed, but perfectly clean.
Arthur washed Merlin's face, next, still reverent, unable to take his eyes away from Merlin's bobbing Adam's Apple, his wide lips, his cheekbones. Everything about Merlin was gorgeous.
He took more time doing Merlin's chest than his back, taking extra care around his nipples, lathering the soap with his bare hands. Merlin made a soft noise when Arthur's fingers skated over his nipples, and Arthur couldn't help doing it again, and again, before twisting one lightly.
"Oh," Merlin moaned, eyes open and staring at Arthur like he was the answer to every question ever asked.
"You're so dirty, Merlin," Arthur whispered, throatily. "It's going to take ages to get you clean."
"Yeah," Merlin agreed, such a tacit approval of Arthur's actions that he couldn't stop himself from tugging at one of his nipples, sharply.
Merlin threw his head back, moaning, and Arthur gave up all pretence, one hand slipping beneath the water to fondle Merlin's cock.
"Arthur," Merlin gasped, pushing his hips forwards insistently, and Arthur felt like laughing in delight, wanted to strip his clothes of and climb in with Merlin. Not this time, though. This time was all about Merlin, and making sure Merlin was... clean.
"It's all right, Merlin," Arthur promised, stroking him firmly, twisting his wrist just to see how Merlin would react, and anything but disappointed with the results.
Merlin was moaning, panting into Arthur's shoulder, clutching Arthur's shirt and getting him completely soaked. Arthur didn't care. He loved it. This was just proof to him that his advances were not unwelcome, that Merlin truly wanted him.
Arthur moved back to look at Merlin, still stroking him furiously. He twisted one of his nipples again, before diving in for a kiss.
Merlin came before Arthur could deepen the kiss, and he felt a thrill of satisfaction at the cry Merlin let out.
He stroked Merlin through it, before letting go and looking down at his manservant.
When it seemed Merlin could cope with cohesive thought, Arthur grinned down at him.
"Merlin?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm dirty, now."
"Yeah, you are. Want me to give you a wash?" Merlin asked, suggestion heavy in his voice, even as his grin turned cheeky.
"Fuck yes."
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"Gwen! You're a bloody genius!" Merlin said, hugging his friend the next day.
"It worked, then?" Gwen asked, grinning at him.
"Like a bloody charm, it did," Merlin said, remembering the feeling of Arthur all over him, of having Arthur inside him. It was brilliant! "But I have to ask - what on earth did you put in that mud to make it smell so much? I can't get it out of my neckerchief."
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This fis is in response to this variation!prompt on KMM1: Arthur/Merlin - Arthur bathing Merlin
1578 words.
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"What is that sm- Merlin? What on earth happened to you?!" Arthur exclaimed, taking in the site of Merlin in all his muddy splendour. He seemed to be struggling to move, and if Arthur was that kind of person, he'd probably be laughing. As it happened... oh forget, he was definitely laughing.
"Gaius," Merlin said, thickly, arms out and not touching anything. "Sent me to get herbs. Got chased by something instead. Was just on my way out to bath. Gods, it'll take a year to get rid of this stench."
"Oh for - right, come with me!" Arthur grabbed Merlin's wrist, ignoring the feel of the mud, pulling him towards his chambers. "Guard! Call for Guinevere, and have her round up some servants. I want two steaming hot baths in my chambers as quickly as they can manage."
His orders thus given, Arthur set about pushing Merlin into his chambers.
"Strip!"
"Arthur!" Merlin sounded scandalised. "Look, you can't do this for me. I'm just a servant, and I don't mind bathing in the stream, honest."
"This is a public service, Merlin," Arthur sniffed, then promptly wished he hadn't. Whatever Merlin had fallen in really did have the most overwhelming stench imaginable. "I can't have my manservant going around stinking to high heaven, nor can I allow you to pollute some unsuspecting peasant's water supply. No, this is for the best. Now strip."
"I, er... I can't," Merlin said, and if it wasn't for the inches of mud caked to his features, Arthur would swear he was blushing. "My shirt's too stiff. Can't move my arms properly."
"Oh for the love of - right, fine," Arthur said, huffily, fetching his dagger. At Merlin's shriek of protest, Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh relax, Merlin, I'm just going to cut your clothes away. It's not like you'll be able to keep them anyway. There's nothing that could get this stench out. It's not matter. You're overdue on a new set of clothes, anyway. Really, you are the most appalling manservant. You're not keeping up with the fashions in the slightest."
Not that there were any particular fashions. But Arthur really had been meaning to switch up what Merlin wore. Maybe some tighter breeches, and a warmer jacket. And that scarf! That really had to go. It wasn't even the right hue of red. Maybe if it was Pendragon red, but... He was getting carried away.
Arthur didn't have to wait long before the servants showed up, two burly men hefting a spare bathtub, and a number of maids with buckets of steaming water. Guinevere was directing them, and only spared a wry glance in Arthur's direction when she spotted Merlin, who was now naked from the waist up, for all that it was impossible to tell. How the mud had soaked through was anyone's guess.
When they were alone again, Arthur started stripping Merlin of his breeches, and carefully not letting himself look... anywhere.
"Right, come on then, climb into the tub," Arthur said, matter of fact, grabbing the seaweed scrubbing sponge and his own favourite soap from their place by his own tub. "This one, first. We'll get the mud off, then you can get clean properly in the other tub."
"Arthur, I'm perfectly capable of bathing myself," Merlin protested.
"You're absolutely filthy," Arthur told him. "You can't see yourself. No, it's best if I do this for you. You'll need to be properly cleaned, and I can do that."
"Fine," Merlin muttered, sounding defeated, and climbing into the tub, back to Arthur.
Arthur set about scrubbing at the mud with an enthusiasm he was glad no one else could see. The dirt came off Merlin's back and shoulders with ease, and Arthur set about sorting Merlin's chest.
Merlin became compliant, just letting Arthur clean him, and Arthur felt like it... it might be the start of something he'd been wanting for a very long time.
"Merlin?" Arthur said, softly, holding the sponge up. "I'm going to do your face, now, okay?"
"Yeah," Merlin said, staring at him for a moment, eyes wide, before he caught Arthur's meaning and closed his eyes.
Arthur was gentle and careful about cleaning the mud off Merlin's face. He took longer than he needed to, getting as much off as he could with the now dirty sponge. He didn't really care if Merlin noticed him taking too much time to do his ears - he really was beautiful when he relaxed, and Arthur could forget the smell if it meant getting to do this for him.
When Merlin's face was done, Arthur cleared his throat, and looked at him, to make sure he'd gotten everything. Just his hair left, now.
"I'm going to get the jug so I can use the clean water to do your hair, okay?" Arthur asked. "Just... soap it up if you want."
Arthur watched him slide down into the water, submerging his hair, before shooting back up and reaching for the soap. As he filled the jug, he couldn't help feeling irrationally annoyed that he'd missed the opportunity to run his fingers through Merlin's hair. He reminded himself that they were nowhere near done yet, and came back with the jug of clean water, pouring it slowly over Merlin's hair as Merlin rubbed fast circles through it, clearly not aware of how much better it could feel to clean his hair.
"Right, well... that's done," Arthur said, setting the jug to one side. "Er... can you stand up? I want to make sure there's no mud left before you get into the clean tub."
Merlin did just that, his face burning red. Arthur grabbed the sponge again, going back over Merlin's body and cleaning away any errant traces of dirt, steadfastly ignoring Merlin's erection. It was natural. Besides, Arthur had plans for that erection. Or at least, his cock did.
"Right, that's... that's good, then," Arthur said, standing at full height. "Er, hold my arm as you get out of the tub, if you want. You'll need the clean bath so you can get rid of any left over smell."
"Yeah," Merlin said, reaching for Arthur and climbing out, a little unsteadily. He moved quickly, seeming desperate to get back to the relative safety of the water, no matter that this tub would be unable to hide his erection.
"I've got a cl- here," Arthur said, handing Merlin the small cloth he usually used for his face.
Merlin stared blankly at it, and Arthur gave up on pretending to be appropriate.
"Never mind, I'll do it," Arthur said, making Merlin lean forward. He used a lot of soap to properly lather Merlin's back, neck and behind his ears, soaking the cloth to wipe it all away, leaving Merlin's skin slightly red from being scrubbed, but perfectly clean.
Arthur washed Merlin's face, next, still reverent, unable to take his eyes away from Merlin's bobbing Adam's Apple, his wide lips, his cheekbones. Everything about Merlin was gorgeous.
He took more time doing Merlin's chest than his back, taking extra care around his nipples, lathering the soap with his bare hands. Merlin made a soft noise when Arthur's fingers skated over his nipples, and Arthur couldn't help doing it again, and again, before twisting one lightly.
"Oh," Merlin moaned, eyes open and staring at Arthur like he was the answer to every question ever asked.
"You're so dirty, Merlin," Arthur whispered, throatily. "It's going to take ages to get you clean."
"Yeah," Merlin agreed, such a tacit approval of Arthur's actions that he couldn't stop himself from tugging at one of his nipples, sharply.
Merlin threw his head back, moaning, and Arthur gave up all pretence, one hand slipping beneath the water to fondle Merlin's cock.
"Arthur," Merlin gasped, pushing his hips forwards insistently, and Arthur felt like laughing in delight, wanted to strip his clothes of and climb in with Merlin. Not this time, though. This time was all about Merlin, and making sure Merlin was... clean.
"It's all right, Merlin," Arthur promised, stroking him firmly, twisting his wrist just to see how Merlin would react, and anything but disappointed with the results.
Merlin was moaning, panting into Arthur's shoulder, clutching Arthur's shirt and getting him completely soaked. Arthur didn't care. He loved it. This was just proof to him that his advances were not unwelcome, that Merlin truly wanted him.
Arthur moved back to look at Merlin, still stroking him furiously. He twisted one of his nipples again, before diving in for a kiss.
Merlin came before Arthur could deepen the kiss, and he felt a thrill of satisfaction at the cry Merlin let out.
He stroked Merlin through it, before letting go and looking down at his manservant.
When it seemed Merlin could cope with cohesive thought, Arthur grinned down at him.
"Merlin?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm dirty, now."
"Yeah, you are. Want me to give you a wash?" Merlin asked, suggestion heavy in his voice, even as his grin turned cheeky.
"Fuck yes."
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"Gwen! You're a bloody genius!" Merlin said, hugging his friend the next day.
"It worked, then?" Gwen asked, grinning at him.
"Like a bloody charm, it did," Merlin said, remembering the feeling of Arthur all over him, of having Arthur inside him. It was brilliant! "But I have to ask - what on earth did you put in that mud to make it smell so much? I can't get it out of my neckerchief."