Fic a Day 1
Well, now that the pornathon is almost over, it's time to post my glorious fics. Or not, as my definition of glorious is certainly a LOT more specific than the people encouraging me to write...
Title: Casting
Fandom: Merlin
Verse: None
Warnings: Homosexual relations and a well-deserved NC-17 rating.
Word Count: 668
Summary: Challenge #1: Sex Toys
Status: Complete - Unedited
Merlin, nor any of its characters, belong to me. I only wrote this for the porn.
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It was with heavy eyes that Arthur looked down at Merlin between his legs. His breath came out in pants and soft hisses between his teeth as wet warmth slowly, agonizingly enveloped his dick. He could no longer remember how his servant had even talked him into this, and if it weren’t for those hands working him over, and the half-smile on the idiot’s face as he concentrated, Arthur would have strangled him for how long this was taking.
As if reading his mind, Merlin glanced up to meet his eyes, and smirked at his impatience. As if he had any right. “I want this to be perfect,” he murmured, squeezing gently with his fingers around the base of Arthur’s cock.
Arthur huffed at him in reply, knowing better than to believe him. He’d been sitting here, hard, for more than half an hour, wanting to bury himself in Merlin in the worst sort of way, but warned to keep very still as Merlin carefully spread a warm paste along his length. He had been told it was a sort of molding...thing, and assured it wouldn’t be painful, but being teased this long without release was torture. “Merlin-” he groaned, fed up, but finally Merlin stopped playing with him and moved, pushing Arthur back onto the bed.
“Now it just needs to dry,” he smirked again, but this time instead of further teasing he pressed his mouth hard to Arthur’s, biting his lips with an eagerness that would leave them swollen all night. The Prince was compelled to return the kiss with the same fire, wrapping his arms as tight as he could around the other man.
“This better not take much longer,” Arthur warned the moment he could draw breath. Merlin grinned wider and ducked his head to bite lovingly at his collarbone. “I demand to be inside you, and not this goop.”
He could feel Merlin laughing at him. “Yes, Sire.” The man tried to keep his voice level, but Arthur knew him too well to be fooled. It felt like an age before Merlin finally worked to remove the mold, and Arthur hardly paid attention, just grabbed the man as soon as he was able to and pulled him onto his lap, growling possessively.
It didn’t take long at all to satisfy them both. Arthur made damn sure of that.
By the next night Arthur was burning with curiosity about Merlin’s project, and he sat impatiently through dinner trying not to show it on his face. When they were finally dismissed, he should have earned a medal for his restraint as he waited until the door shut them into his room before pushing Merlin up against the nearest wall.
“So I realize you conveniently forgot to tell me what yesterday was all about.” He frowned, staring at Merlin’s lips, delighted when they curled up.
“Did I? How thoughtless of me.” Merlin teased, comfortable against the wall for the moment. At Arthur’s raised eyebrow, he explained his theory and confirmed that he had, in fact, been correct. Arthur fell silent, his thoughts racing at the implications of this experiment. After a few moments, Merlin wrapped his arms around his waist and shifted down so that he seemed shorter, looking up at Arthur subserviently. “I figured that I needed something to keep me occupied on those long patrol nights when you’re gone.”
“So you made a model of me to play with?”
At the man’s nod, the Prince didn’t think in terms of what Merlin could do when he was gone. He was more thinking about what they could be doing NOW with such an intriguing item.
Finally he smiled down at his servant, running his hands suggestively over his sides. “Well, I can’t very well leave without making sure it works as it’s supposed to, can I?” He asked.
The grin that bloomed across Merlin’s lips before he ran off to get their new toy made the torturous process entirely worth it.
Almost.
Title: Casting
Fandom: Merlin
Verse: None
Warnings: Homosexual relations and a well-deserved NC-17 rating.
Word Count: 668
Summary: Challenge #1: Sex Toys
Status: Complete - Unedited
Merlin, nor any of its characters, belong to me. I only wrote this for the porn.
---
It was with heavy eyes that Arthur looked down at Merlin between his legs. His breath came out in pants and soft hisses between his teeth as wet warmth slowly, agonizingly enveloped his dick. He could no longer remember how his servant had even talked him into this, and if it weren’t for those hands working him over, and the half-smile on the idiot’s face as he concentrated, Arthur would have strangled him for how long this was taking.
As if reading his mind, Merlin glanced up to meet his eyes, and smirked at his impatience. As if he had any right. “I want this to be perfect,” he murmured, squeezing gently with his fingers around the base of Arthur’s cock.
Arthur huffed at him in reply, knowing better than to believe him. He’d been sitting here, hard, for more than half an hour, wanting to bury himself in Merlin in the worst sort of way, but warned to keep very still as Merlin carefully spread a warm paste along his length. He had been told it was a sort of molding...thing, and assured it wouldn’t be painful, but being teased this long without release was torture. “Merlin-” he groaned, fed up, but finally Merlin stopped playing with him and moved, pushing Arthur back onto the bed.
“Now it just needs to dry,” he smirked again, but this time instead of further teasing he pressed his mouth hard to Arthur’s, biting his lips with an eagerness that would leave them swollen all night. The Prince was compelled to return the kiss with the same fire, wrapping his arms as tight as he could around the other man.
“This better not take much longer,” Arthur warned the moment he could draw breath. Merlin grinned wider and ducked his head to bite lovingly at his collarbone. “I demand to be inside you, and not this goop.”
He could feel Merlin laughing at him. “Yes, Sire.” The man tried to keep his voice level, but Arthur knew him too well to be fooled. It felt like an age before Merlin finally worked to remove the mold, and Arthur hardly paid attention, just grabbed the man as soon as he was able to and pulled him onto his lap, growling possessively.
It didn’t take long at all to satisfy them both. Arthur made damn sure of that.
By the next night Arthur was burning with curiosity about Merlin’s project, and he sat impatiently through dinner trying not to show it on his face. When they were finally dismissed, he should have earned a medal for his restraint as he waited until the door shut them into his room before pushing Merlin up against the nearest wall.
“So I realize you conveniently forgot to tell me what yesterday was all about.” He frowned, staring at Merlin’s lips, delighted when they curled up.
“Did I? How thoughtless of me.” Merlin teased, comfortable against the wall for the moment. At Arthur’s raised eyebrow, he explained his theory and confirmed that he had, in fact, been correct. Arthur fell silent, his thoughts racing at the implications of this experiment. After a few moments, Merlin wrapped his arms around his waist and shifted down so that he seemed shorter, looking up at Arthur subserviently. “I figured that I needed something to keep me occupied on those long patrol nights when you’re gone.”
“So you made a model of me to play with?”
At the man’s nod, the Prince didn’t think in terms of what Merlin could do when he was gone. He was more thinking about what they could be doing NOW with such an intriguing item.
Finally he smiled down at his servant, running his hands suggestively over his sides. “Well, I can’t very well leave without making sure it works as it’s supposed to, can I?” He asked.
The grin that bloomed across Merlin’s lips before he ran off to get their new toy made the torturous process entirely worth it.
Almost.