fic: The morning after the night before
Title: The morning after the night before
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 728
Summary: Written for challenge #6: crossovers/fusions at summerpornathon. Batman (original DC) fusion porn. That's pretty much it.
The Batmobile flitted silently through the outskirts of Gotham City. Behind, the Batcycle angled smoothly around corners. Anyone who caught sight of them would have thought that it had been a smooth night's work for Batman and Robin, and they were gliding back off into the night. In reality, the moment they hit the Batcave, Robin slid to the ground before the Batcycle had even stopped properly.
"Honestly," Batman's voice rang as he clambered out of the Batmobile. "I did say that you weren't fit to drive home." He limped towards Robin. "We'll get Leon to take a look at you as soon as we get back up to the house. You are so heavy, by the way."
"Sorry," Robin slumped against Batman as they reached the costume area and he peeled off his mask. "Just a bit stunned." He felt broad hands bat his hand down, and then Batman was easing him out of his suit. He found himself quickly popped into a comfortable jeans and t-shirt ensemble, and started towards the exit as Merlin Emrys once more.
Batman started to take his own off, which had more armour and buckles, before noticing that Robin was weaving. "Whoa!" He threw his cowl onto the stand with one hand and shrugged his shirt on with the other, being Arthur Pendragon again, and hurried forward, catching Merlin in his arms as he staggered over. "Stop trying to run away," he chided.
-
When Merlin woke, with nothing more than a bruise on his head. He sat up, realising he was in Arthur's bed. It was easy to tell, because Arthur's was thrice the size of his own.
"Feel better?" Arthur's voice rumbled from near him. The mussed blond hair emerged from the pile of pillows. "You have the good fortune of never sustaining any visible injuries." Arthur's tone was somehow disgruntled as his hands ran down Merlin's skin, which was flawless.
Merlin pushed the covers back to reveal Arthur's chest, which had a wonderful bruise starting to form on his ribs, and his half-hard morning wood. "Poor Arthur," he chuckled, tracing it with his fingers. "How badly are you hurt?"
"The Batman," Arthur said haughtily, "is never hurt." Merlin chuckled. "I, however, have enough bruises to rival a dalmatian." Merlin giggled some more, rolling them around in Arthur's ridiculously large bed until Arthur was on his back as Merlin curled up on top of him, carefully counting the bruises and tenderly kissing each one.
With his cheek nestled on Arthur's hip and one hand curled around the firm muscle of Arthur's thigh, he licked his palm before taking Arthur's cock in his hand. "Thanks for taking care of me last night." He started out lazily, stroking and lapping with his tongue. Arthur murmured appreciatively as Merlin slid his mouth over Arthur's cock. He could feel Arthur growing harder in his mouth; when Arthur was was fully aroused, Merlin let his cock pop out wetly and grinned. "Something tells me you'd rather lie back this morning."
Leaning forwards again, Merlin blew cool air across Arthur's cock and felt him shiver. Merlin started from the head all over again, licking and swirling his tongue around it. He inched his way up, using as much saliva as possible. He felt Arthur buck up under him, trying to ram the rest of his cock down Merlin's throat, but Merlin pinned him down, refusing to be rushed. One hand gently stimulated Arthur's arse, one finger softly circling his hole.
Arthur both growled in frustration and purred with the sensation. Eventually, Merlin got all the way down and picked up the pace, bobbing his head frantically. He could feel Arthur getting close, and curled his fingers around Arthur's base tightly. He made noises, slurping, moaning as if Arthur was utterly delectable, knowing it drove Arthur crazy. Arthur's hips stuttered uncontrollably, and Merlin lost control over him. Both of them were out of time as they lost the headspace to think about rhythm.
Merlin felt it when Arthur's balls clenched, and released his fingers. With a grunt, Arthur came into Merlin's mouth, hot and in the back of his throat. Merlin sucking lightly until he swallowed it all, apart from the tiny bit that had dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Arthur huffed. "I hope you don't plan on thanking Leon the same way."
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 728
Summary: Written for challenge #6: crossovers/fusions at summerpornathon. Batman (original DC) fusion porn. That's pretty much it.
The Batmobile flitted silently through the outskirts of Gotham City. Behind, the Batcycle angled smoothly around corners. Anyone who caught sight of them would have thought that it had been a smooth night's work for Batman and Robin, and they were gliding back off into the night. In reality, the moment they hit the Batcave, Robin slid to the ground before the Batcycle had even stopped properly.
"Honestly," Batman's voice rang as he clambered out of the Batmobile. "I did say that you weren't fit to drive home." He limped towards Robin. "We'll get Leon to take a look at you as soon as we get back up to the house. You are so heavy, by the way."
"Sorry," Robin slumped against Batman as they reached the costume area and he peeled off his mask. "Just a bit stunned." He felt broad hands bat his hand down, and then Batman was easing him out of his suit. He found himself quickly popped into a comfortable jeans and t-shirt ensemble, and started towards the exit as Merlin Emrys once more.
Batman started to take his own off, which had more armour and buckles, before noticing that Robin was weaving. "Whoa!" He threw his cowl onto the stand with one hand and shrugged his shirt on with the other, being Arthur Pendragon again, and hurried forward, catching Merlin in his arms as he staggered over. "Stop trying to run away," he chided.
-
When Merlin woke, with nothing more than a bruise on his head. He sat up, realising he was in Arthur's bed. It was easy to tell, because Arthur's was thrice the size of his own.
"Feel better?" Arthur's voice rumbled from near him. The mussed blond hair emerged from the pile of pillows. "You have the good fortune of never sustaining any visible injuries." Arthur's tone was somehow disgruntled as his hands ran down Merlin's skin, which was flawless.
Merlin pushed the covers back to reveal Arthur's chest, which had a wonderful bruise starting to form on his ribs, and his half-hard morning wood. "Poor Arthur," he chuckled, tracing it with his fingers. "How badly are you hurt?"
"The Batman," Arthur said haughtily, "is never hurt." Merlin chuckled. "I, however, have enough bruises to rival a dalmatian." Merlin giggled some more, rolling them around in Arthur's ridiculously large bed until Arthur was on his back as Merlin curled up on top of him, carefully counting the bruises and tenderly kissing each one.
With his cheek nestled on Arthur's hip and one hand curled around the firm muscle of Arthur's thigh, he licked his palm before taking Arthur's cock in his hand. "Thanks for taking care of me last night." He started out lazily, stroking and lapping with his tongue. Arthur murmured appreciatively as Merlin slid his mouth over Arthur's cock. He could feel Arthur growing harder in his mouth; when Arthur was was fully aroused, Merlin let his cock pop out wetly and grinned. "Something tells me you'd rather lie back this morning."
Leaning forwards again, Merlin blew cool air across Arthur's cock and felt him shiver. Merlin started from the head all over again, licking and swirling his tongue around it. He inched his way up, using as much saliva as possible. He felt Arthur buck up under him, trying to ram the rest of his cock down Merlin's throat, but Merlin pinned him down, refusing to be rushed. One hand gently stimulated Arthur's arse, one finger softly circling his hole.
Arthur both growled in frustration and purred with the sensation. Eventually, Merlin got all the way down and picked up the pace, bobbing his head frantically. He could feel Arthur getting close, and curled his fingers around Arthur's base tightly. He made noises, slurping, moaning as if Arthur was utterly delectable, knowing it drove Arthur crazy. Arthur's hips stuttered uncontrollably, and Merlin lost control over him. Both of them were out of time as they lost the headspace to think about rhythm.
Merlin felt it when Arthur's balls clenched, and released his fingers. With a grunt, Arthur came into Merlin's mouth, hot and in the back of his throat. Merlin sucking lightly until he swallowed it all, apart from the tiny bit that had dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Arthur huffed. "I hope you don't plan on thanking Leon the same way."