"Merlin," Arthur said slowly. He tensed his arms, trying to lower them to his sides. No luck. "Merlin if you don't let me down right now I'm going to have you put in the stocks for a week."
Merlin leaned back in his seat, staring at Arthur with a grin that could only be called Extremely Wicked or maybe just Plain Evil. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, making a show of examining the sight of Arthur pinned to the wall. Arthur's arms were held above his head, crossed at the wrists. His feet could barely touch the ground. His back was arched, every muscle tensed and straining for movement.
"I think it's a risk I'm going to have to take, sire," Merlin said cheerfully. "I'm getting used to it anyway."
"A month then," Arthur barked, starting to feel a little desperate. When Merlin's eyes became an ever darker gold and Arthur could feel the cloth of his shirt begin to unravel, he said "A year." Then, plaintively: "You can't keep holding me here with magic. That's just cheatingMerlin was silent for a moment. He stood
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OP here - fsdkgjsafhkj THANK YOU! OMG wicked!Merlin and Arthur threatening to put him in stocks and considerate!Merlin asking if he should stop <333. And of course
Arthur felt - something - tilt his head back, baring his neck and smoothing over it with a teasing invisible touch. The touch moved down his body, tracing the muscles of his chest, brushing over his thighs and everywhere except where he most wanted it. He felt his legs being pulled wider apart and then there it was: Sudden pressure tightened around his aching cock, hot like a fist but totally impersonal. He moaned helplessly, keeping his eyes on Merlin. He wanted the sorcerer to see, just this once, what he could do to him.
Merlin leaned back in his seat, staring at Arthur with a grin that could only be called Extremely Wicked or maybe just Plain Evil. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, making a show of examining the sight of Arthur pinned to the wall. Arthur's arms were held above his head, crossed at the wrists. His feet could barely touch the ground. His back was arched, every muscle tensed and straining for movement.
"I think it's a risk I'm going to have to take, sire," Merlin said cheerfully. "I'm getting used to it anyway."
"A month then," Arthur barked, starting to feel a little desperate. When Merlin's eyes became an ever darker gold and Arthur could feel the cloth of his shirt begin to unravel, he said "A year." Then, plaintively: "You can't keep holding me here with magic. That's just cheatingMerlin was silent for a moment. He stood ( ... )
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are my thoughts.
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Arthur felt - something - tilt his head back, baring his neck and smoothing over it with a teasing invisible touch. The touch moved down his body, tracing the muscles of his chest, brushing over his thighs and everywhere except where he most wanted it. He felt his legs being pulled wider apart and then there it was: Sudden pressure tightened around his aching cock, hot like a fist but totally impersonal. He moaned helplessly, keeping his eyes on Merlin. He wanted the sorcerer to see, just this once, what he could do to him.
gfjsgfdsgj *dies*
Thank you thank you thank you! <333
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Oh yeah...
And Merlin making sure and then carrying on so wholeheartedly once he's had confirmation makes it that much better.
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