FIC, This Was Not in the Job Description (AKA Buggery, Yay!), Arthur/Merlin, NC-17
Title: This Was Not in the Job Description (AKA Buggery, Yay!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Being Arthur’s manservant was generally alright, Merlin supposed, except for all the blowjobs.
Warnings: Bukkake (facial), snark, a dash of jealous!Arthur, extremely bad poetry, rimming, a bit of felching, some powerplay (but in a fluffy way! Basically Arthur orders Merlin to have sexytiemz with him and Merlin complains but does it anyway and actually kind of enjoys it. Not that he’ll tell Arthur that.)
Word count: 1,358 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin, but boy, would I like to.
Author’s note: LOL, poor Merlin, he’s always getting despoiled in my fics! What can I say, I enjoy it. ^___~
Being Arthur’s manservant was generally alright, Merlin supposed, except for all the blowjobs.
For one thing, Arthur was an ear-grabber (and Merlin’s ears were, unfortunately, very grabbable), and for another-
“Gross!” said Merlin. “Arthur, not again.”
-for another, Merlin was never quite sure whether he should spit or swallow, so Arthur generally took the decision out of his hands (so to speak) by coming all over Merlin’s face.
“It’s in my eyes,” said Merlin, blinking and squinting in what he hoped was a suitably accusatory fashion. He wiped at his face with his neckerchief.
“Merlin, I know this is a difficult concept for you,” said Arthur, stretching slow and lazy, “but could you try not to ruin the afterglow?”
“I have your come all over me,” said Merlin (Arthur’s spent cock twitched, just a little, but Merlin, busy wiping jizz off his ear, didn’t notice). “Excuse me for not being thrilled.”
“I’ll have you know that any other servant would be honored to be in your position,” said Arthur.
“Great,” said Merlin, “maybe next time you can come on one of them.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re my manservant,” said Arthur. “Besides, now that I know your mouth is good for more than just insolence, I’ve grown quite fond of it.”
*
“No,” said Merlin.
“‘Get on your knees and suck my cock’ is not actually a yes or no question, Merlin,” said Arthur.
“I’m tired,” said Merlin. “Today I cleaned your stables, did your laundry, walked your dogs, polished your armor-twice-practiced swordplay with you, and attended to you at a feast. My feet hurt, I’m bruised, and I want to go bed and sleep for a year.”
“And you can, after my blowjob,” said Arthur.
“How come I always have to do all the work?” said Merlin. “I’m down there licking and sucking and you just get to sit there and enjoy it. Can’t you just, y’know, do it yourself?”
“You really are the worst manservant ever,” commented Arthur, and started unlacing his trousers.
“Well, get on the bed then,” said Arthur.
“What?” said Merlin.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” said Arthur. “We’re going to have sex. All you have to do is lie there and look pretty.”
“What?” said Merlin again. “I’m not doing that!”
“Why not?” said Arthur.
“Because-because!” said Merlin, sputtering.
“Are you scared or something?” said Arthur. “Because I know I’m big, but don’t worry. I’ll be careful. We’ll want to make sure you can attend to your duties tomorrow, after all.”
“You!” said Merlin. “You’re insufferable!”
“And you’re still clothed,” said Arthur, unconcerned. “Hurry up, would you?” He took off his tunic.
“Prat,” said Merlin, grumbling, and took off his clothes. He flopped onto the bed and scowled.
“Thank you, Merlin, very sexy,” said Arthur, dry.
“Anything for you, Majesty,” said Merlin sweetly.
“Well, legs up then,” said Arthur.
“Just like that?” said Merlin, but complied.
“What, you want me to kiss you and write you love poetry?” said Arthur, grabbing a vial of oil from his cupboard.
“You write love poetry?” said Merlin.
Arthur got on the bed with him. Merlin winced when Arthur’s slick finger pushed into his arse.
“Sure,” said Arthur. “Roses are red, violets are blue, hope you’re ready, ’cause I’m about to fuck you.”
“That was awful,” said Merlin. “Really and truly the worst poem I’ve ever heard.”
He squirmed when Arthur added another finger, heels digging into the sheets and back arched, head thrown back as he repositioned himself. Arthur handed him a pillow and helped him slide it under his hips.
“And my kiss?” said Merlin, taunting. He didn’t think Arthur would actually do it.
“So demanding,” said Arthur, but leaned down and kissed him. Sloppy, careless, just to get it over with.
“You’re as good a kisser as you are a poet,” said Merlin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Hey!” said Arthur. “I’m a good kisser. When I want to be.”
“Sure you are,” said Merlin. He patted Arthur on the arm. Patronizing.
“I am,” said Arthur, and kissed Merlin again-like he meant it, this time; hot and focused, taking, claiming Merlin’s mouth for his own and Merlin groaned (a pleased, startled sound) and opened his mouth to him.
And that’s when Arthur thrust his cock in.
“FUCK!” shouted Merlin, his whole body jerking, and Arthur held him down by his skinny little hips so the idiot didn’t unbalance him and send them both crashing to the floor.
Arthur grunted; Merlin’s arse was squeezing him so tight it actually hurt.
“Christ, are you trying to snap it off!” said Arthur.
“I can’t help it!” said Merlin.
“Honestly, you’d think you’d never done this before,” said Arthur.
“That’s because I haven’t,” said Merlin.
“…What?” said Arthur.
“Congratulations, you popped my cherry,” said Merlin.
“But-Will. Lancelot. I thought-”
“First of all, ew,” said Merlin. “Will was like a brother to me, we never-ew. Secondly, Lancelot was a friend. Just a friend.”
“He slept in your bed.”
“He saved my life-you think I would’ve let him sleep on the floor?”
“You sang his praises. Constantly.”
“Sure I did, I was trying to make him look good in front of you so-wait a minute, were you jealous? Of Lancelot? Really?”
“Shut up,” said Arthur.
“You were! You so were!” said Merlin.
By this point Merlin had relaxed enough that things had gotten quite comfortable-for Arthur, at least, as Merlin’s body held him snug but not choking-so Arthur felt no shame in shutting him up with a well-placed roll of his hips.
“Oh, oh, god damn it, I wasn’t ready-” said Merlin, and Arthur smirked and nipped at Merlin’s neck and Merlin clung to him, fingernails cutting crescents into his shoulder and back, and Arthur thought what the hell and kissed him again and Merlin lunged into it and gave as good as he got.
Then Arthur’s cock rubbed against Merlin’s prostate and Merlin’s back bent impossibly and he yowled like an angry cat, and Arthur said, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” and Merlin said, “Could you stop being a prat for one second, maybe?” but Arthur didn’t have the chance to answer because Merlin tangled his fingers into Arthur’s hair and pulled Arthur’s head down and started sucking on his neck, and by then Arthur had already forgotten the question.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-” said Arthur, and then he was coming, pumping his body into Merlin’s as close as he could get, and when it was over with he sort of, well, sagged onto him and Merlin said, “I swear, Arthur, if you leave me like this I will strangle you myself,” and that reminded Arthur that they weren’t quite finished yet.
Arthur shuffled down some and held Merlin’s thighs open and licked him, hot wet trail up the shaft of Merlin’s dick-the sensitive, spongy pink head of it-and even lower, his tongue curled against Merlin’s balls, taking them into his mouth and Merlin made noises like someone was killing him and he was thoroughly enjoying it, and then Arthur shoved up Merlin’s legs a little more, exposed his sore little hole and kissed it, pushed his tongue in and his finger too and played with him, with his prostate, and Merlin babbled and shouted and came, praising Arthur outrageously in a way Arthur knew he’d deny later.
Arthur crawled back up and collapsed down next to him, their sides touching, and they stayed there and panted. Breathed.
Merlin tried to get up after a few minutes but gave up halfway through, deciding it wasn’t worth it. He slumped back down and said, “I’m done for. I think you broke me.”
“I didn’t break you, you lazy git,” said Arthur, poking him with an elbow. But, having shagged Merlin to within an inch of his life (and knowing Merlin would be feeling it the rest of the week), Arthur was feeling unusually magnanimous, so he said, “Whatever, just stay the night.”
Silence.
“Merlin?” he said, turning to look at him.
Merlin was already asleep.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Being Arthur’s manservant was generally alright, Merlin supposed, except for all the blowjobs.
Warnings: Bukkake (facial), snark, a dash of jealous!Arthur, extremely bad poetry, rimming, a bit of felching, some powerplay (but in a fluffy way! Basically Arthur orders Merlin to have sexytiemz with him and Merlin complains but does it anyway and actually kind of enjoys it. Not that he’ll tell Arthur that.)
Word count: 1,358 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin, but boy, would I like to.
Author’s note: LOL, poor Merlin, he’s always getting despoiled in my fics! What can I say, I enjoy it. ^___~
Being Arthur’s manservant was generally alright, Merlin supposed, except for all the blowjobs.
For one thing, Arthur was an ear-grabber (and Merlin’s ears were, unfortunately, very grabbable), and for another-
“Gross!” said Merlin. “Arthur, not again.”
-for another, Merlin was never quite sure whether he should spit or swallow, so Arthur generally took the decision out of his hands (so to speak) by coming all over Merlin’s face.
“It’s in my eyes,” said Merlin, blinking and squinting in what he hoped was a suitably accusatory fashion. He wiped at his face with his neckerchief.
“Merlin, I know this is a difficult concept for you,” said Arthur, stretching slow and lazy, “but could you try not to ruin the afterglow?”
“I have your come all over me,” said Merlin (Arthur’s spent cock twitched, just a little, but Merlin, busy wiping jizz off his ear, didn’t notice). “Excuse me for not being thrilled.”
“I’ll have you know that any other servant would be honored to be in your position,” said Arthur.
“Great,” said Merlin, “maybe next time you can come on one of them.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re my manservant,” said Arthur. “Besides, now that I know your mouth is good for more than just insolence, I’ve grown quite fond of it.”
*
“No,” said Merlin.
“‘Get on your knees and suck my cock’ is not actually a yes or no question, Merlin,” said Arthur.
“I’m tired,” said Merlin. “Today I cleaned your stables, did your laundry, walked your dogs, polished your armor-twice-practiced swordplay with you, and attended to you at a feast. My feet hurt, I’m bruised, and I want to go bed and sleep for a year.”
“And you can, after my blowjob,” said Arthur.
“How come I always have to do all the work?” said Merlin. “I’m down there licking and sucking and you just get to sit there and enjoy it. Can’t you just, y’know, do it yourself?”
“You really are the worst manservant ever,” commented Arthur, and started unlacing his trousers.
“Well, get on the bed then,” said Arthur.
“What?” said Merlin.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” said Arthur. “We’re going to have sex. All you have to do is lie there and look pretty.”
“What?” said Merlin again. “I’m not doing that!”
“Why not?” said Arthur.
“Because-because!” said Merlin, sputtering.
“Are you scared or something?” said Arthur. “Because I know I’m big, but don’t worry. I’ll be careful. We’ll want to make sure you can attend to your duties tomorrow, after all.”
“You!” said Merlin. “You’re insufferable!”
“And you’re still clothed,” said Arthur, unconcerned. “Hurry up, would you?” He took off his tunic.
“Prat,” said Merlin, grumbling, and took off his clothes. He flopped onto the bed and scowled.
“Thank you, Merlin, very sexy,” said Arthur, dry.
“Anything for you, Majesty,” said Merlin sweetly.
“Well, legs up then,” said Arthur.
“Just like that?” said Merlin, but complied.
“What, you want me to kiss you and write you love poetry?” said Arthur, grabbing a vial of oil from his cupboard.
“You write love poetry?” said Merlin.
Arthur got on the bed with him. Merlin winced when Arthur’s slick finger pushed into his arse.
“Sure,” said Arthur. “Roses are red, violets are blue, hope you’re ready, ’cause I’m about to fuck you.”
“That was awful,” said Merlin. “Really and truly the worst poem I’ve ever heard.”
He squirmed when Arthur added another finger, heels digging into the sheets and back arched, head thrown back as he repositioned himself. Arthur handed him a pillow and helped him slide it under his hips.
“And my kiss?” said Merlin, taunting. He didn’t think Arthur would actually do it.
“So demanding,” said Arthur, but leaned down and kissed him. Sloppy, careless, just to get it over with.
“You’re as good a kisser as you are a poet,” said Merlin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Hey!” said Arthur. “I’m a good kisser. When I want to be.”
“Sure you are,” said Merlin. He patted Arthur on the arm. Patronizing.
“I am,” said Arthur, and kissed Merlin again-like he meant it, this time; hot and focused, taking, claiming Merlin’s mouth for his own and Merlin groaned (a pleased, startled sound) and opened his mouth to him.
And that’s when Arthur thrust his cock in.
“FUCK!” shouted Merlin, his whole body jerking, and Arthur held him down by his skinny little hips so the idiot didn’t unbalance him and send them both crashing to the floor.
Arthur grunted; Merlin’s arse was squeezing him so tight it actually hurt.
“Christ, are you trying to snap it off!” said Arthur.
“I can’t help it!” said Merlin.
“Honestly, you’d think you’d never done this before,” said Arthur.
“That’s because I haven’t,” said Merlin.
“…What?” said Arthur.
“Congratulations, you popped my cherry,” said Merlin.
“But-Will. Lancelot. I thought-”
“First of all, ew,” said Merlin. “Will was like a brother to me, we never-ew. Secondly, Lancelot was a friend. Just a friend.”
“He slept in your bed.”
“He saved my life-you think I would’ve let him sleep on the floor?”
“You sang his praises. Constantly.”
“Sure I did, I was trying to make him look good in front of you so-wait a minute, were you jealous? Of Lancelot? Really?”
“Shut up,” said Arthur.
“You were! You so were!” said Merlin.
By this point Merlin had relaxed enough that things had gotten quite comfortable-for Arthur, at least, as Merlin’s body held him snug but not choking-so Arthur felt no shame in shutting him up with a well-placed roll of his hips.
“Oh, oh, god damn it, I wasn’t ready-” said Merlin, and Arthur smirked and nipped at Merlin’s neck and Merlin clung to him, fingernails cutting crescents into his shoulder and back, and Arthur thought what the hell and kissed him again and Merlin lunged into it and gave as good as he got.
Then Arthur’s cock rubbed against Merlin’s prostate and Merlin’s back bent impossibly and he yowled like an angry cat, and Arthur said, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” and Merlin said, “Could you stop being a prat for one second, maybe?” but Arthur didn’t have the chance to answer because Merlin tangled his fingers into Arthur’s hair and pulled Arthur’s head down and started sucking on his neck, and by then Arthur had already forgotten the question.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna-” said Arthur, and then he was coming, pumping his body into Merlin’s as close as he could get, and when it was over with he sort of, well, sagged onto him and Merlin said, “I swear, Arthur, if you leave me like this I will strangle you myself,” and that reminded Arthur that they weren’t quite finished yet.
Arthur shuffled down some and held Merlin’s thighs open and licked him, hot wet trail up the shaft of Merlin’s dick-the sensitive, spongy pink head of it-and even lower, his tongue curled against Merlin’s balls, taking them into his mouth and Merlin made noises like someone was killing him and he was thoroughly enjoying it, and then Arthur shoved up Merlin’s legs a little more, exposed his sore little hole and kissed it, pushed his tongue in and his finger too and played with him, with his prostate, and Merlin babbled and shouted and came, praising Arthur outrageously in a way Arthur knew he’d deny later.
Arthur crawled back up and collapsed down next to him, their sides touching, and they stayed there and panted. Breathed.
Merlin tried to get up after a few minutes but gave up halfway through, deciding it wasn’t worth it. He slumped back down and said, “I’m done for. I think you broke me.”
“I didn’t break you, you lazy git,” said Arthur, poking him with an elbow. But, having shagged Merlin to within an inch of his life (and knowing Merlin would be feeling it the rest of the week), Arthur was feeling unusually magnanimous, so he said, “Whatever, just stay the night.”
Silence.
“Merlin?” he said, turning to look at him.
Merlin was already asleep.