on the floor in Ealdor
Title: on the floor in Ealdor
Author: ShutupEccles
pairing: Arthur/Merlin
word count = 1516
Rating: 17+
Disclaimer: Characters are reproductions of BBC reproductions of characters from Arthurian legend.
Warning: Author’s sense of humour; sex; oddly structured, like pornatious lists with bouts of dialogue and traditional prose-all achieved without drugs ^_^
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Summary: Merlin & Arthur are sleeping on the floor in Merlin’s mother’s house, if you define ‘sleeping’ as ‘fighting over a blanket & shagging’
Author note: ‘small’ font = whisper, ‘medium’ font = regular volume, numerals and ampersands used to reflect tempo
On the floor in Ealdor
“Arthur”
“Go to sleep Merlin.”
“I can’t with your big feet in my face.”
“Yours aren’t particularly pleasant company.’
“Move your head down this end then.”
“Why don’t you move?”
“Prat.”
“Idiot. I was sleeping comfortably before you woke me.”
“Were not.”
“Was so.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“And how would you know Merlin?”
“By the lack of snoring.”
“I do not...”
“Yes you do. Gwen told me you sound like a furrowing pig.” Merlin chortles until Arthur rolls over and takes their shared blanket with him. “Hey!”
“Shh, you’ll wake Hunith. Unlike you, your mother works hard all day.”
“Oh ha ha.”
“Shut-up.”
Merlin scuttles around until his head is behind Arthur’s and he procures a sizable portion of blanket.
“Hey.”
“Shh, you’ll wake Mum.”
“Will you two be quiet!”
“Sorry Mrs...Merlin’s mum.”
“hmpffft. Ow! Ass.”
“I will separate you two and send you out to the pigs Merlin.”
“Sorry Mum.”
“Merlin’s fault.”
Merlin chortles again. Arthur reflexively joins in, pressing his wrist against his mouth to muffle the sound. Merlin burrows his face into Arthur’s shoulder to stifle his own. Arthur suddenly stops.
“Don’t please.”
“What?”
“...”
“?”
“!”
“Didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Just, go to sleep Merlin, please.’
Merlin rolls away so as not to further accidentally offend Arthur and of course the blanket travels with him. Arthur tries to tug it back but Merlin has cunningly trapped the hem beneath him.
I’m Crown Prince of Camelot for heaven’s sake and Merlin...I’m not entirely sure what Merlin is but as he has no official title he is certainly not entitled to a majority of blanket, even if this is his house. As a result of this internal rationalisation Arthur shuffles back closer to Merlin to gain more blanket.
“Did you just press your royal bottom against mine?”
“No, I did not. Not intentionally. Share, will you. There’s a nasty draught and it seems to be deliberately finding its way to my...”
“?”
“...to where draughts are most unwelcome.”
“hmpfft.”
“I have had enough. I’m going to sleep out with Mary, and I’m taking my blankets with me.”
“Well done Merlin. Now your mother’s upset and her friend will be put out by being woken up because you could not stop laughing.”
Merlin doesn’t think about why he doesn’t tell Arthur Mary is Hunith’s brood sow, or why they continue whispering and lying on the floor when there is no longer any need. “Me? You’re the one being molested by cold air.”
“I fail to see the humour in that.”
“Yeah, well, you fail to see a lot don’t you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?’
“You know.”
“Obviously I do not know, for if I knew then I would not have failed to see it and your statement would remain-unstated.”
“?”
“Are you actually speechless Merlin? Note this day in the history books.”
Merlin rolls further and takes the entire blanket. Arthur rolls after him and pushes a knee into Merlin’s back as he tries to grab some.
“Give...me!”
“Mine.”
They verbally and physically scrabble back and forth in their quest for blanket dominance until:
smooch
mm
smoo-ooch
big, long tonguing smooch
big, long tonguing smooch; fingers fondling necks and weaving into hair
big, long tonguing smooch; fingers fondling necks and weaving into hair; legs tangling together
big, long panting, tonguing smooch; fingers fondling necks and weaving into hair; legs tangling together and things happening in their breeches
big, long panting, tonguing smoo-ooch; fingers weaving through hair and sliding into collars; legs tangling together; the things happening in their breeches coming into contact with each other.
“oh”
“oh?”
“oh!”
big, long panting, tonguing smooch, fingers curling in hair and lifting shirts; legs tangling together; big things in breeches bumping against each other.
“yes”
“ahuh yes”
Merlin moaning; Arthur mouthing his neck; 10 fingers curling tightly in blond hair; 10 different fingers exploring smooth skin inside a rough shirt; legs tangling and rubbing together; big things in their breeches getting bigger and hotter; hips moving together in deliberate rhythm
Arthur gasping; Merlin’s shirt taking flight, his lips seeking Arthur’s throat; legs shifting and re-tangling; 10 fingers crawling through black hair; 10 different fingers wrestling with Arthur’s lacings
short panting smooches; 20 fingers untying and removing 2 pairs of breeches; unrestrained big, hot things making direct contact
“oh god”
“god yes”
2 pairs of hands hesitantly approach 2 cocks throbbing in time against each other; 2 pairs of eyes questioning each other in the heavy darkness; 2 breaths withheld; 2 heart beats filling the silence...
...thubump, thubump, thubump...
...2 pairs of eyes closing; 2 sets of lips crashing together; 5 fingers running up and down Arthur’s back inside his shirt; 5 fingers digging into Merlin’s lack of squeezable arse-cheek; 10 fingers touching as they press 2 cocks together
Arthur’s mouth moaning against Merlin’s ear; Merlin’s mouth sucking Arthur’s neck; Arthur’s left hand stroking over and between Merlin’s almost-rounded buttocks; Merlin’s left hand bending Arthur’s head back by the hair; Arthur’s right hand stroking and squeezing Merlin’s cock; Merlin’s right hand squeezing and twisting around Arthur’s cock; Arthur’s left leg curling over and around Merlin’s right leg; Arthur’s shirt simply vanishing
“What? Uhh”
Merlin chuckling against Arthur’s throat; Arthur moaning encouragement in Merlin’s ear; Merlin rolling so Arthur is beneath him; Arthur moving both hands to Merlin’s arse only to run up Merlin’s back then his neck as Merlin’s torso slides down against Arthur’s body
Merlin mouthing Arthur’s neck, collarbone, sternum, rib, navel, hip as Arthur’s cock touches Merlin’s cock, abdomen, solar plexus, chest, throat, both moan
Arthur’s palms pressing against Merlin’s ears; Arthur’s fingers clutching Merlin’s black hair; Merlin’s tongue licking the ridge at the base of Arthur’s knob; Arthur’s back arching; Merlin’s hands around Arthur’s hips, lifting and pressing down; Arthur calling yes; Merlin’s mouth opening and wrapping around Arthur’s tip; Arthur thinking ‘hot, wet, Merlin, god, yes, deeper, more, wet, hot, Merlin, more’; Merlin thinking ‘hot, smooth, hard, Arthur, hot, long’
Arthur: hips rolling; voice calling ‘mh, uh, mh mh, ohh’; hands pulling Merlin’s ears and hair
Merlin: mouth opening and closing, rising and falling; tongue squeezing and licking; fingers stroking, stretching, massaging Arthur’s cock and sack, finding the ridge beneath
Arthur: cock throbbing, rim tickling, brain calling ‘coming soon, warn Merlin’; voice muttering “mh cu-oh-oh, mh-mm, cm”
Merlin: brain...absent; single finger tickling Arthur’s rim; cock throbbing; cheeks working like bellows; one arm supporting Arthur’s hips; other hand pulling; mouth sucking then releasing
Arthur: hips swivel; bum clenches; abdomens tighten; hands tilt Merlin’s head back; eyes wander Merlin’s face, wide in disbelief; voice cries “Merlin, my god!” as he comes in Merlin’s hand
Merlin: lips & tongue retreat; fingers probe Arthur’s arse; ears absorb Arthur’s wondrous exclamation; feels warm stickiness between his fingers; watches white fluid coat his hand; voice husks “Yes, Arthur more, oh yes”
Merlin: spreads Arthur’s cum around Arthur, then himself, then along Arthur’s cleft
Arthur: hooks one leg over Merlin’s shoulder; both hands pull the dark head in for a kiss; other knee pushes Merlin away, hooks over other shoulder
Merlin: one hand spreads Arthur open; other hand aims throbbing cock; fingers retreat; swollen head pushes in, pulls back
“Hot” Merlin says stupidly, looks into Arthur’s eyes, pushes again
“You are” pull
“so hot” push
“Uhh” pull pull
“ohhh Arthur” push push
“again” pull push
“Arthur” push pull
“more more, more” push push, push
“Arthur, god Arthur”
slide, twist push
“Merlin yes”
swivel clockwise: mutual “ooohhhh”
swivel anticlockwise: mutual “Uhh-hhhh goo-oo-ood”
pound “UH”
pound, pound “uh uh, uh” thwup “yes” thwup “go” “yes” “go Merlin go” thwup thwup, thwup thwup “uh-uh-uh-uh” “Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh” “u-u-u-uh M-er-er” “coming” “-er-li-i-in-n-nn” “come, come god Arthur NOW UHHUHH”
heavily panting, urgent tonguing smooch; travelling hands; twitching internal & external muscles; hearts pounding; sweat mingling; minds...pfft what minds?
4 limbs rearranging; Merlin on Arthur; Arthur’s hands pushing Merlin’s back & bum closer, tighter against him; one Merlin hand holding Arthur’s face; other Merlin hand under Arthur’s bum, pulling him closer; puffing; exchanging ‘I love you’s; puffing; kissing; complimenting
fondles, kisses, whispers, tickles, chuckles, kisses, recounts, compliments, kisses, fascination, astonishment, chuckles, kisses
cooling, kissing, blanket, questioning, snuggling, kissing, apologising, pleading
mourning...smooch
desperation...smoo-oo-ooch
sorrow...smooch
...
“Merlin?”
“Arthur?”
“No one can know.”
“I know.”
...
“Arthur?”
“Merlin?”
It can’t happen again.”
“I know.”
...
“Merlin?”
“Yes Arthur?”
“...wonderful, you, you’re wonderful.”
“So are you.”
SMOOCH
“Um...our clothes? If Hunith...”
Their clothes are suddenly back in their correct place, neat and clean.
“!?!”
“Oh, that, um...if you want I could make us forget any of this, um, magic it away.”
...
Fear creeps between and around them.
...
“Arthur?”
“Don’t be afraid of me Merlin. Don’t. I trust you. Trust me.”
Smooch. Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.
“Merlin?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you perhaps make the blanket a wee bit bigger, say by-a lot?”
Snort chuckle.
“What?”
“Why didn’t I think of that before?” Chortle hiccup.
“Merlin?’
Chuckle snort “Yes Arthur?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Big long, tonguing smooch
“I still seem to be able to talk. Try harder next time.”
He does, and this time Arthur gets to be on top.
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