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(AI7) MERLIN/ARTHUR
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Fandom: Merlin
Warnings: slash, explicit descriptions of sex
Disclaimer: Yeah, no. I own nothing.
A/N: For the Kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur fucks Merlin with his cock and his fingers at the same time.
One.
That's one finger, one probing, inquiring, impatient finger that is slick with oil. It's buried to the knuckle then past, as it crooks and scrapes against hot muscle.
Two.
That's two fingers, two probing, inquiring, impatient fingers that are slick with oil. They are buried to the knuckle then past, as it forcefully presses against the gland that has slim hips bucking wildly.
The sorcerer.
It's Merlin, eyes gold because he can do nothing about it, helpless to stop the magic that's in his blood as he is unable to keep himself from fucking Arthur's fingers. He enjoys both, the rush of power and the rush of pleasure, even when he should have neither in the first place.
The prince.
It's Arthur, face twisted in anger because Merlin is a damned sorcerer, a sin worse than what his fingers are doing to the other man. And Arthur knows, he knew even before the slip of tongue, the accidental bat of eyelash that gave Merlin away. Knew then even as he took Merlin for the first time, cock relentless inside his idiot of a manservant.
He wants to punish Merlin for his deceit, for staying in Camelot where he risks his neck every day, for even thinking that Arthur will turn him in once he finds out. He wants to fuck Merlin and wants to punish him.
So he does, knowing how it burns as he slides his cock next to his fingers, revels in the way Merlin stiffens and groans as he is stretched to the very edge of painpleasurepainpainohgodArthur and Merlin pushes back, the idiot, breaks himself on the fullness of Arthur's dick and Arthur's two probing, inquiring, impatient fingers with a groan that reverberates all the way to where Merlin cradles Arthur in him. Arthur breathes raggedly, forehead resting on the bent curve of Merlin's neck, watching as his cock disappears between the other's pale arse cheeks, sees the hint of wrist every time Arthur thrusts. He moans at the feel of Merlin gripping his cock, the sparks that travel up his spine every time his fingers, still there, still buried deep, brush against his erection.
Merlin is crying out, broken syllables falling from his bitten lips in a language that Arthur cannot fathom. It angers him, fans the blaze in his chest, and he mercilessly fucks Merlin over the table with his cock and his fingers and his entire being, splitting the other man open until finally, finally, Merlin starts making sense, chanting ArthurArthurArthurArthurArthur and that, that Arthur understands.
Not the magic, not the lies, not the fear at the thought of Merlin dead (beheaded, burnt, oh his mind supplies a dozen more ways), but Arthur understands his name on Merlin's lips and Merlin's name on his.
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Rating: NC17
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Fandom: Merlin
Warnings: slash, explicit descriptions of sex
Disclaimer: Yeah, no. I own nothing.
A/N: For the Kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur fucks Merlin with his cock and his fingers at the same time.
One.
That's one finger, one probing, inquiring, impatient finger that is slick with oil. It's buried to the knuckle then past, as it crooks and scrapes against hot muscle.
Two.
That's two fingers, two probing, inquiring, impatient fingers that are slick with oil. They are buried to the knuckle then past, as it forcefully presses against the gland that has slim hips bucking wildly.
The sorcerer.
It's Merlin, eyes gold because he can do nothing about it, helpless to stop the magic that's in his blood as he is unable to keep himself from fucking Arthur's fingers. He enjoys both, the rush of power and the rush of pleasure, even when he should have neither in the first place.
The prince.
It's Arthur, face twisted in anger because Merlin is a damned sorcerer, a sin worse than what his fingers are doing to the other man. And Arthur knows, he knew even before the slip of tongue, the accidental bat of eyelash that gave Merlin away. Knew then even as he took Merlin for the first time, cock relentless inside his idiot of a manservant.
He wants to punish Merlin for his deceit, for staying in Camelot where he risks his neck every day, for even thinking that Arthur will turn him in once he finds out. He wants to fuck Merlin and wants to punish him.
So he does, knowing how it burns as he slides his cock next to his fingers, revels in the way Merlin stiffens and groans as he is stretched to the very edge of painpleasurepainpainohgodArthur and Merlin pushes back, the idiot, breaks himself on the fullness of Arthur's dick and Arthur's two probing, inquiring, impatient fingers with a groan that reverberates all the way to where Merlin cradles Arthur in him. Arthur breathes raggedly, forehead resting on the bent curve of Merlin's neck, watching as his cock disappears between the other's pale arse cheeks, sees the hint of wrist every time Arthur thrusts. He moans at the feel of Merlin gripping his cock, the sparks that travel up his spine every time his fingers, still there, still buried deep, brush against his erection.
Merlin is crying out, broken syllables falling from his bitten lips in a language that Arthur cannot fathom. It angers him, fans the blaze in his chest, and he mercilessly fucks Merlin over the table with his cock and his fingers and his entire being, splitting the other man open until finally, finally, Merlin starts making sense, chanting ArthurArthurArthurArthurArthur and that, that Arthur understands.
Not the magic, not the lies, not the fear at the thought of Merlin dead (beheaded, burnt, oh his mind supplies a dozen more ways), but Arthur understands his name on Merlin's lips and Merlin's name on his.
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