This Play Between The Sheets (Part III)
Part 2
He discovered a bit more of the extent of Arthur's depravity later, after a visit to his father.
Pendragon Dinners were a sight to behold. Uther was an intimidating man at best. He never minded the fact that Arthur was bisexual or that Morgana didn't even bother with a label, but he never much cared for the boys and girls they brought back home. According to Morgana, a great deal of Arthur's relationships ended soon after one of these dinners with Uther.
"It's a bit of a miracle that you're still here," she'd confided.
"I think it's because I knew him before I started dating Arthur," Merlin had said, with a shrug. He was fairly certain this was it - Uther had simply paid little to no attention to Merlin beforehand, usually focused on Arthur whenever they were in physical proximity. When Uther started focusing his negative attention on Merlin, it wasn't the negativity that surprised him, but the attention itself.
"Well," she said. "Keep it up. He admires perseverance. That was the only reason he had ever liked my uni girlfriend, because she actually lasted for a while. Four dinners."
Merlin was currently sitting his fifth dinner.
Uther was, of course, being his disparaging self. But, he was ignoring Merlin this time.
According to Morgana's low-toned whispers, this was a good sign. "He's ignoring you. That means he's not hating you. God, I hope my current boyfriend lasts this long. He's absolutely fantastic in bed, and likes to cook after! I can't bear to lose him so soon..."
Merlin decided the Pendragons were all nutters.
He also vaguely wondered what Uther would think, or do, if he knew just what Arthur got up to in his sex life.
As it was, right now, he was focused on Arthur's business life.
"That ad was a mark on the good name of the company!"
"It also brought in a flood of new clients!" Arthur said. "The entrepreneur line of business is one of the fastest growing business sectors-"
"I have no understanding of how you could stand that humiliation-"
"Oh for god's sake, there was nothing humiliating about it!"
And on, and on, and on.
A new series of advertisements had capitalized on the fact Camelot's current leader was named after it's historical king. Arthur, standing at his round conference table surrounded by his associates, all of them wearing matching black suits, the universal corporate armor, and all wielding smart phones like weapons, with Arthur wearing a crown of computer circuitry and simmering wires. Merlin had worked on that series, and it happened to be one of their most successful ads to date, inside the country. Everyone was hoping for similar results when the ad was taken international, too.
Except Uther. Or, well, at the very least, he really hated that ad line.
Merlin kept his head down and quietly ate his food - excellent, the one definitive good thing about these dinners - and watched as Arthur, even more confrontational with his father than usual, fought with the man, food long forgotten, his hands either gesturing wildly to match his father or tugging at the scarf he'd yet to take off.
Merlin ate quickly, feeling there was a high chance this would end with Arthur storming out in anger and him having to follow.
Morgana smirked at him and offered him some more wine. Merlin turned her down - he was driving, after all. Arthur tended to drink a lot at these diners.
It was only barely that they actually managed to finish their meal before Arthur dragged Merlin out, and for the first twenty minutes of the long drive back home, it was silent.
"I swear to god, I hate him!" Arthur finally said. "He is completely incapable of accepting that Camelot is mine, now, not his!"
"Well...I think you left a good mark, tonight," Merlin said. "Proved your strength and all that."
"Yes, well...I had a little help."
"What, the wine?" Merlin asked sardonically, checking to see he was in the right lane. They were on a rather isolated country road in the middle of the night and hadn't passed anyone for quite a while, but statistically speaking, complacency was one of the biggest causes of car crashes.
Arthur shook his head, a mischievous grin slowly spreading on his face, as he pulled the scarf off his neck...
...to reveal the collar.
Merlin stared at Arthur in the mirror, only barely managing to keep an eye on the road, as well.
"You seriously wore that? To your father's?!" Merlin said, already feeling his blood rush south at the idea of Arthur wearing that...during dinner...talking to his father...fuck.
Arthur grinned. "Of course."
And then he bent down at the waist and laid his head in Merlin's lap.
Right on top of his spontaneously growing hard-on.
Merlin gulped and slowed his speed a little. There really wasn't anyone out on this country road this late at night, so he wasn't interfering with anybody else. But still-
Then Arthur turned his head and pressed his mouth to the zipper of Merlin's crotch, right on top of his hard-on. Merlin gasped and only barely managed to keep going straight, slowing down even more to just half the speed he'd been going at. "Stop that."
Instead, Arthur started kissing his way up Merlin's crotch, mouthing it through the zipper.
With a growl, Merlin pulled over well off the road, hidden by the shadows of a low hill and the lack of streetlamps in this area. Shutting off the car, he twisted his fingers through Arthur's hair and wrenched him off. "Are you trying to get us killed?!"
Arthur grinned lecherously, eyes blown wide from the hormones and alcohol running through his veins.
Merlin stormed out of the car, went around the front, and yanked a pliant Arthur out of the car.
He wrapped himself around Arthur, one hand gripping the collar, the other working over Arthur's zipper and yanking down his jeans. The prat wasn't even wearing any underpants beneath!
Shoving the jeans down to Arthur's thighs, he bent Arthur at the waist and slammed him down on the hood of the car, holding him down by pressing his hand against the small of Arthur's back. Arthur cried out in shock and a little pain, and squirmed under Merlin's grasp, but stilled when Merlin slapped his arse.
"Do you realize," Merlin said, breathing hard at the feeling of Arthur beneath him like this, the side of his face pressed against his car hood, breathing heavy, neck warm under Merlin's hand. "You could've gotten us killed if I'd lost control of my car?"
Arthur gasped as Merlin pressed his body against Arthur's, leaning over him, using his lithe form to pin Arthur against the cold metal. "Well?"
"I'm sorry," Arthur gasped. "I just-"
Merlin smacked his bottom again, and Arthur yelped. "You will be duly punished. Maybe...fifteen strikes? Twenty? This is something that could affect the law - maybe thirty?"
Arthur whimpered.
"Thirty it is," Merlin said, and promptly brought his hand down on Arthur's arse.
Arthur cried out sharply when Merlin's hand landed. "Count them off," Merlin said.
"One," Arthur gasped out, and he had barely finished saying it when another hand landed on his arse. "Two!"
And with a squirm on the next strike, Arthur cried out, "Three!"
Merlin reveled in the feeling of Arthur's muscles moving under the palm and fingers of his hand as he struck again and Arthur called out, "Four!
The next five came much the same, and on the ninth, Arthur started trying to push back to meet Merlin's strikes.
With a pinch to his thigh, Merlin said, "Be still."
Arthur nodded, somewhat, his cheek rubbing against the metal, and on the next strike, he gasped as he called out, "Ten!"
And by twenty, Merlin pinched his thigh again when Arthur started rutting against the car and said, "Five extra for moving after I told you not to."
Arthur moaned and went still again, squirming slightly and only barely managing to get out, "Twenty-one!" before Merlin brought his hand back down again. "T-twenty-two."
Merlin, seeing the slight haze of pain in Arthur's expression, even outmatched by the pleasure, reached out and nearly rubbed Arthur's arse comfortingly, before remembering the situation and instead delivered a curt strike.
"Twenty...three..." Arthur said, panting, Merlin feeling the flesh of his chest expand and contract under his hand as he breathed. He landed another blow. "Twenty-four." Another. "Twenty-fi-" Another. "Twenty-si-ix!"
Merlin smirked at the jump in Arthur's voice when Merlin landed another strike before he'd even finished.
At thirty, Arthur was barely getting the number out past his lips, but he was managing. He basically moaned out the last five, extra strikes, before melting bonelessly against the hood of the car.
Merlin slicked up his fingers with saliva, reaching down to finger Arthur's hole. His arse was red and hot from the abuse, and Arthur squirmed as Merlin stretched him open, and again when Merlin replaced his fingers with his cock.
Arthur's breath hitched when Merlin slammed into him.With only a bit of spit for lube and with little preparation, this was not just sex, but the very definition of a fuck. Arthur was shifting, pressed against the car with every snap of Merlin's hips, sliding on the cold metal as Merlin pounded into him with primal intensity. Arthur writhed beneath him, trying to raise his legs and moaning when he couldn't.
Even as Arthur was shifting, something shifted inside Merlin.
Merlin found the whole BDSM thing fun, and the sex was great, but for the most part, he had been going along with it for Arthur, with little direct inclination towards him, himself.
Until now.
Arthur squirmed and twisted in Merlin's grasp, struggling for more. And Merlin felt his struggles against his own flesh, and Arthur's struggling went straight to his cock.
This was the first time he felt the desire to be in control, in charge. This time, it wasn't just about fun - it was about dominating Arthur.
Merlin came with a long, deep, gutteral groan, pressing Arthur's body aganst the car.
Arthur continued to whimper beneath him, his cock jammed between his stomach and the metal.
"P...p-pl..." Merlin felt Arthur swallow as he tried to regain his voice. "Please...let me...lemme come."
"No," Merlin said simply.
Arthur's eyes widened, and a confused but horny little sound emanated from his mouth.
"But-"
Merlin slapped his cheek, hard, before grasping Arthur's hair and forcing his head up, making him crane his neck at a delightfully sexy angle that must've been painful for Arthur.
"It wouldn't be much of a punishment if I let you come, now would it?" Merlin said into his ear.
Arthur trembled.
Giving his slave a firm press as a reminder to stay still, he backed up and righted himself, wiping himself off onto Arthur's reddened arse and tucking himself away.
He briefly checked that Arthur's jacket and scarf were still in the front seat, before turning back to Arthur.
Rather than pulling Arthur's jeans back up, he yanked them down, getting Arthur to step out. He completely undressed Arthur, until he was standing naked in the grass, skin illuminated by the light of the half-moon, skin flushed, face red from the humiliation as he glanced up and down the road.
Merlin slowly circled Arthur, running whimsical fingers over Arthur's skin as he went. He scooped up his come from Arthur's arse, and made Arthur lick it off his fingers, doing so until Arthur was clean.
"You know, I kind of wish I could just leave you here and make you walk home, at least for a few miles," Merlin said. When Arthur's eyes widened, Merlin added, "Lucky for you I can't, indecency laws and all. It's a nice mental image, though."
Arthur was hard as a rock, sweating despite the chill and trembling in arousal.
Collecting the clothes and dumping them all in the front seat, Merlin couldn't help but wonder just when Arthur's bad influence made him this cruel.
But fuck, it was fun.
He opened the back door. "Get in."
Arthur climbed into the back seat, sitting in the center as Merlin closed the door before he got back into the driver's seat.
"Buckle-up," Merlin said. "You're going to stay sitting upright the rest of the trip back." The the rough-velvet upholstery of Merlin's car was going to be hell on Arthur's raw arse, and they both knew it. "You can sleep, if you want, but if you come, I assure you, the consequences will not be pleasant."
Arthur nodded meekly, complying to Merlin's orders.
For a few moments, Merlin just watched Arthur fidgeting and squirming as he tried - and failed - to find a comfortable position, before starting the car and heading home.
Arthur continued to fidget the entire drive back home. But he stayed up right, and when they reached the city, he remained hunched over as they passed the few other cars on the street at this time of night, his face red in humiliation. Merlin didn't let up on his demands.
As they approached their street, Merlin tossed him his jeans and shirt, parked in front of the house, and opened the door even as Arthur hurriedly dressed. He wrapped and tied one end of the scarf around Arthur's neck, and pulled with the other end, Arthur following as fast as he could, face flushed from the denied orgasm and his jeans bulging with the renewed hard-on.
Merlin led Arthur inside the house, through the front hallway, and untied the scarf after shutting the blinds - it was late enough to be early, but this neighborhood was full of insomniacs like Arthur - and he commanded Arthur to strip while he went upstairs and got the chain.
Coming back down, he clasped the short chain to Arthur's collar and pulled him upstairs. He made him kneel by the bed and chained him to leg of Merlin's bedside table.
He went about his normal bedtime routine, hygiene and changing into his cotton pajamas, and checked the time - they normally would've been getting up in about three or four hours.
"You can lie down if you want - but you still can't come," he said as he turned up the heat just a bit, to bring the room to a livable temperature.
Arthur stayed kneeling though. But his expression turned to one of confusion and despair as Merlin set the alarm for their usual time for waking up for work - even though tomorrow was Sunday - and climbed into bed.
"Goodnight, Arthur," Merlin said. "And remember - if you come, I'll know."
Arthur whimpered and gave him a most pleading expression. But Merlin shook his head, and stroked Arthur's hair, before putting his head on the pillow and shutting his eyes.
It actually took forever to get to sleep, though. His ears were primed on every little sound Arthur would make, and he was caught on the sound of Arthur's repeated shifting around. Part of his mind was screaming what the fuck at making Arthur sleep on the floor, while the other part was saying, why are you sleeping with that right there on the floor?! and most of his mind was just a touch overwhelmed. Eventually, Arthur must've found a comfortable position, because Merlin soon heard his breathing even out, and finally, he could drift off to sleep, himself.
A few hours later, the alarm went off.
Merlin blinked awake, and nearly moved, before remembering what happened just before going to sleep, and he made himself stay still as the alarm continued to shriek and Arthur woke up and moved around, the chain jangling, the man himself moving a little nervously, probably wondering if he should switch off the alarm or wake Merlin.
Merlin finally turned around to switch off the alarm clock. Outside, the first rays of sunlight were just beginning to break over the city, but it would still be a while yet before the sun was fully up.
Arthur looked absolutely miserable and was absolutely hard, and Merlin was internally shocked that he loved it. Externally, he beckoned Arthur over, undid the chain, and pulled Arthur up by his collar onto the bed.
"You promise not to try that again?" Merlin asked calmly. Arthur nodded.
"I swear," he said. "I won't."
Merlin smiled, reaching down to take Arthur's cock in his hand, gently, slowly stroking it as his other arm wrapped around Arthur, pulling him close,
"Come," Merlin said. "I think by now you've earned it."
One more slide of his finger down Arthur's cock, and he was coming with a high keen as he shuddered against Merlin's thin chest, his come spilling over onto Merlin's hand and wrist.
After Merlin brought it up to Arthur's mouth for him to clean, and after Arthur licked off every drop from Merlin's agile limb, Merlin kissed his forehead and said, "Rest, now - I'll go get us breakfast."
Arthur nodded and lay down gingerly, arse still red and sore from last night, and Merlin slid out of bed, heading towards the kitchen to assemble something edible for them to eat.
He paused in the doorway to take one glance back at Arthur, who was watching him lazily with a soft countenance from the bed. Merlin shot him a fond smile, before padding off to the kitchen.
Part 4
He discovered a bit more of the extent of Arthur's depravity later, after a visit to his father.
Pendragon Dinners were a sight to behold. Uther was an intimidating man at best. He never minded the fact that Arthur was bisexual or that Morgana didn't even bother with a label, but he never much cared for the boys and girls they brought back home. According to Morgana, a great deal of Arthur's relationships ended soon after one of these dinners with Uther.
"It's a bit of a miracle that you're still here," she'd confided.
"I think it's because I knew him before I started dating Arthur," Merlin had said, with a shrug. He was fairly certain this was it - Uther had simply paid little to no attention to Merlin beforehand, usually focused on Arthur whenever they were in physical proximity. When Uther started focusing his negative attention on Merlin, it wasn't the negativity that surprised him, but the attention itself.
"Well," she said. "Keep it up. He admires perseverance. That was the only reason he had ever liked my uni girlfriend, because she actually lasted for a while. Four dinners."
Merlin was currently sitting his fifth dinner.
Uther was, of course, being his disparaging self. But, he was ignoring Merlin this time.
According to Morgana's low-toned whispers, this was a good sign. "He's ignoring you. That means he's not hating you. God, I hope my current boyfriend lasts this long. He's absolutely fantastic in bed, and likes to cook after! I can't bear to lose him so soon..."
Merlin decided the Pendragons were all nutters.
He also vaguely wondered what Uther would think, or do, if he knew just what Arthur got up to in his sex life.
As it was, right now, he was focused on Arthur's business life.
"That ad was a mark on the good name of the company!"
"It also brought in a flood of new clients!" Arthur said. "The entrepreneur line of business is one of the fastest growing business sectors-"
"I have no understanding of how you could stand that humiliation-"
"Oh for god's sake, there was nothing humiliating about it!"
And on, and on, and on.
A new series of advertisements had capitalized on the fact Camelot's current leader was named after it's historical king. Arthur, standing at his round conference table surrounded by his associates, all of them wearing matching black suits, the universal corporate armor, and all wielding smart phones like weapons, with Arthur wearing a crown of computer circuitry and simmering wires. Merlin had worked on that series, and it happened to be one of their most successful ads to date, inside the country. Everyone was hoping for similar results when the ad was taken international, too.
Except Uther. Or, well, at the very least, he really hated that ad line.
Merlin kept his head down and quietly ate his food - excellent, the one definitive good thing about these dinners - and watched as Arthur, even more confrontational with his father than usual, fought with the man, food long forgotten, his hands either gesturing wildly to match his father or tugging at the scarf he'd yet to take off.
Merlin ate quickly, feeling there was a high chance this would end with Arthur storming out in anger and him having to follow.
Morgana smirked at him and offered him some more wine. Merlin turned her down - he was driving, after all. Arthur tended to drink a lot at these diners.
It was only barely that they actually managed to finish their meal before Arthur dragged Merlin out, and for the first twenty minutes of the long drive back home, it was silent.
"I swear to god, I hate him!" Arthur finally said. "He is completely incapable of accepting that Camelot is mine, now, not his!"
"Well...I think you left a good mark, tonight," Merlin said. "Proved your strength and all that."
"Yes, well...I had a little help."
"What, the wine?" Merlin asked sardonically, checking to see he was in the right lane. They were on a rather isolated country road in the middle of the night and hadn't passed anyone for quite a while, but statistically speaking, complacency was one of the biggest causes of car crashes.
Arthur shook his head, a mischievous grin slowly spreading on his face, as he pulled the scarf off his neck...
...to reveal the collar.
Merlin stared at Arthur in the mirror, only barely managing to keep an eye on the road, as well.
"You seriously wore that? To your father's?!" Merlin said, already feeling his blood rush south at the idea of Arthur wearing that...during dinner...talking to his father...fuck.
Arthur grinned. "Of course."
And then he bent down at the waist and laid his head in Merlin's lap.
Right on top of his spontaneously growing hard-on.
Merlin gulped and slowed his speed a little. There really wasn't anyone out on this country road this late at night, so he wasn't interfering with anybody else. But still-
Then Arthur turned his head and pressed his mouth to the zipper of Merlin's crotch, right on top of his hard-on. Merlin gasped and only barely managed to keep going straight, slowing down even more to just half the speed he'd been going at. "Stop that."
Instead, Arthur started kissing his way up Merlin's crotch, mouthing it through the zipper.
With a growl, Merlin pulled over well off the road, hidden by the shadows of a low hill and the lack of streetlamps in this area. Shutting off the car, he twisted his fingers through Arthur's hair and wrenched him off. "Are you trying to get us killed?!"
Arthur grinned lecherously, eyes blown wide from the hormones and alcohol running through his veins.
Merlin stormed out of the car, went around the front, and yanked a pliant Arthur out of the car.
He wrapped himself around Arthur, one hand gripping the collar, the other working over Arthur's zipper and yanking down his jeans. The prat wasn't even wearing any underpants beneath!
Shoving the jeans down to Arthur's thighs, he bent Arthur at the waist and slammed him down on the hood of the car, holding him down by pressing his hand against the small of Arthur's back. Arthur cried out in shock and a little pain, and squirmed under Merlin's grasp, but stilled when Merlin slapped his arse.
"Do you realize," Merlin said, breathing hard at the feeling of Arthur beneath him like this, the side of his face pressed against his car hood, breathing heavy, neck warm under Merlin's hand. "You could've gotten us killed if I'd lost control of my car?"
Arthur gasped as Merlin pressed his body against Arthur's, leaning over him, using his lithe form to pin Arthur against the cold metal. "Well?"
"I'm sorry," Arthur gasped. "I just-"
Merlin smacked his bottom again, and Arthur yelped. "You will be duly punished. Maybe...fifteen strikes? Twenty? This is something that could affect the law - maybe thirty?"
Arthur whimpered.
"Thirty it is," Merlin said, and promptly brought his hand down on Arthur's arse.
Arthur cried out sharply when Merlin's hand landed. "Count them off," Merlin said.
"One," Arthur gasped out, and he had barely finished saying it when another hand landed on his arse. "Two!"
And with a squirm on the next strike, Arthur cried out, "Three!"
Merlin reveled in the feeling of Arthur's muscles moving under the palm and fingers of his hand as he struck again and Arthur called out, "Four!
The next five came much the same, and on the ninth, Arthur started trying to push back to meet Merlin's strikes.
With a pinch to his thigh, Merlin said, "Be still."
Arthur nodded, somewhat, his cheek rubbing against the metal, and on the next strike, he gasped as he called out, "Ten!"
And by twenty, Merlin pinched his thigh again when Arthur started rutting against the car and said, "Five extra for moving after I told you not to."
Arthur moaned and went still again, squirming slightly and only barely managing to get out, "Twenty-one!" before Merlin brought his hand back down again. "T-twenty-two."
Merlin, seeing the slight haze of pain in Arthur's expression, even outmatched by the pleasure, reached out and nearly rubbed Arthur's arse comfortingly, before remembering the situation and instead delivered a curt strike.
"Twenty...three..." Arthur said, panting, Merlin feeling the flesh of his chest expand and contract under his hand as he breathed. He landed another blow. "Twenty-four." Another. "Twenty-fi-" Another. "Twenty-si-ix!"
Merlin smirked at the jump in Arthur's voice when Merlin landed another strike before he'd even finished.
At thirty, Arthur was barely getting the number out past his lips, but he was managing. He basically moaned out the last five, extra strikes, before melting bonelessly against the hood of the car.
Merlin slicked up his fingers with saliva, reaching down to finger Arthur's hole. His arse was red and hot from the abuse, and Arthur squirmed as Merlin stretched him open, and again when Merlin replaced his fingers with his cock.
Arthur's breath hitched when Merlin slammed into him.With only a bit of spit for lube and with little preparation, this was not just sex, but the very definition of a fuck. Arthur was shifting, pressed against the car with every snap of Merlin's hips, sliding on the cold metal as Merlin pounded into him with primal intensity. Arthur writhed beneath him, trying to raise his legs and moaning when he couldn't.
Even as Arthur was shifting, something shifted inside Merlin.
Merlin found the whole BDSM thing fun, and the sex was great, but for the most part, he had been going along with it for Arthur, with little direct inclination towards him, himself.
Until now.
Arthur squirmed and twisted in Merlin's grasp, struggling for more. And Merlin felt his struggles against his own flesh, and Arthur's struggling went straight to his cock.
This was the first time he felt the desire to be in control, in charge. This time, it wasn't just about fun - it was about dominating Arthur.
Merlin came with a long, deep, gutteral groan, pressing Arthur's body aganst the car.
Arthur continued to whimper beneath him, his cock jammed between his stomach and the metal.
"P...p-pl..." Merlin felt Arthur swallow as he tried to regain his voice. "Please...let me...lemme come."
"No," Merlin said simply.
Arthur's eyes widened, and a confused but horny little sound emanated from his mouth.
"But-"
Merlin slapped his cheek, hard, before grasping Arthur's hair and forcing his head up, making him crane his neck at a delightfully sexy angle that must've been painful for Arthur.
"It wouldn't be much of a punishment if I let you come, now would it?" Merlin said into his ear.
Arthur trembled.
Giving his slave a firm press as a reminder to stay still, he backed up and righted himself, wiping himself off onto Arthur's reddened arse and tucking himself away.
He briefly checked that Arthur's jacket and scarf were still in the front seat, before turning back to Arthur.
Rather than pulling Arthur's jeans back up, he yanked them down, getting Arthur to step out. He completely undressed Arthur, until he was standing naked in the grass, skin illuminated by the light of the half-moon, skin flushed, face red from the humiliation as he glanced up and down the road.
Merlin slowly circled Arthur, running whimsical fingers over Arthur's skin as he went. He scooped up his come from Arthur's arse, and made Arthur lick it off his fingers, doing so until Arthur was clean.
"You know, I kind of wish I could just leave you here and make you walk home, at least for a few miles," Merlin said. When Arthur's eyes widened, Merlin added, "Lucky for you I can't, indecency laws and all. It's a nice mental image, though."
Arthur was hard as a rock, sweating despite the chill and trembling in arousal.
Collecting the clothes and dumping them all in the front seat, Merlin couldn't help but wonder just when Arthur's bad influence made him this cruel.
But fuck, it was fun.
He opened the back door. "Get in."
Arthur climbed into the back seat, sitting in the center as Merlin closed the door before he got back into the driver's seat.
"Buckle-up," Merlin said. "You're going to stay sitting upright the rest of the trip back." The the rough-velvet upholstery of Merlin's car was going to be hell on Arthur's raw arse, and they both knew it. "You can sleep, if you want, but if you come, I assure you, the consequences will not be pleasant."
Arthur nodded meekly, complying to Merlin's orders.
For a few moments, Merlin just watched Arthur fidgeting and squirming as he tried - and failed - to find a comfortable position, before starting the car and heading home.
Arthur continued to fidget the entire drive back home. But he stayed up right, and when they reached the city, he remained hunched over as they passed the few other cars on the street at this time of night, his face red in humiliation. Merlin didn't let up on his demands.
As they approached their street, Merlin tossed him his jeans and shirt, parked in front of the house, and opened the door even as Arthur hurriedly dressed. He wrapped and tied one end of the scarf around Arthur's neck, and pulled with the other end, Arthur following as fast as he could, face flushed from the denied orgasm and his jeans bulging with the renewed hard-on.
Merlin led Arthur inside the house, through the front hallway, and untied the scarf after shutting the blinds - it was late enough to be early, but this neighborhood was full of insomniacs like Arthur - and he commanded Arthur to strip while he went upstairs and got the chain.
Coming back down, he clasped the short chain to Arthur's collar and pulled him upstairs. He made him kneel by the bed and chained him to leg of Merlin's bedside table.
He went about his normal bedtime routine, hygiene and changing into his cotton pajamas, and checked the time - they normally would've been getting up in about three or four hours.
"You can lie down if you want - but you still can't come," he said as he turned up the heat just a bit, to bring the room to a livable temperature.
Arthur stayed kneeling though. But his expression turned to one of confusion and despair as Merlin set the alarm for their usual time for waking up for work - even though tomorrow was Sunday - and climbed into bed.
"Goodnight, Arthur," Merlin said. "And remember - if you come, I'll know."
Arthur whimpered and gave him a most pleading expression. But Merlin shook his head, and stroked Arthur's hair, before putting his head on the pillow and shutting his eyes.
It actually took forever to get to sleep, though. His ears were primed on every little sound Arthur would make, and he was caught on the sound of Arthur's repeated shifting around. Part of his mind was screaming what the fuck at making Arthur sleep on the floor, while the other part was saying, why are you sleeping with that right there on the floor?! and most of his mind was just a touch overwhelmed. Eventually, Arthur must've found a comfortable position, because Merlin soon heard his breathing even out, and finally, he could drift off to sleep, himself.
A few hours later, the alarm went off.
Merlin blinked awake, and nearly moved, before remembering what happened just before going to sleep, and he made himself stay still as the alarm continued to shriek and Arthur woke up and moved around, the chain jangling, the man himself moving a little nervously, probably wondering if he should switch off the alarm or wake Merlin.
Merlin finally turned around to switch off the alarm clock. Outside, the first rays of sunlight were just beginning to break over the city, but it would still be a while yet before the sun was fully up.
Arthur looked absolutely miserable and was absolutely hard, and Merlin was internally shocked that he loved it. Externally, he beckoned Arthur over, undid the chain, and pulled Arthur up by his collar onto the bed.
"You promise not to try that again?" Merlin asked calmly. Arthur nodded.
"I swear," he said. "I won't."
Merlin smiled, reaching down to take Arthur's cock in his hand, gently, slowly stroking it as his other arm wrapped around Arthur, pulling him close,
"Come," Merlin said. "I think by now you've earned it."
One more slide of his finger down Arthur's cock, and he was coming with a high keen as he shuddered against Merlin's thin chest, his come spilling over onto Merlin's hand and wrist.
After Merlin brought it up to Arthur's mouth for him to clean, and after Arthur licked off every drop from Merlin's agile limb, Merlin kissed his forehead and said, "Rest, now - I'll go get us breakfast."
Arthur nodded and lay down gingerly, arse still red and sore from last night, and Merlin slid out of bed, heading towards the kitchen to assemble something edible for them to eat.
He paused in the doorway to take one glance back at Arthur, who was watching him lazily with a soft countenance from the bed. Merlin shot him a fond smile, before padding off to the kitchen.
Part 4